Last night when I finally got home, I enjoyed the only benefit of Daylight Savings Time and went into the yard to pick the broken daffodils. I figured they wouldn't survive if their stems were broken and they might bring the hope for spring into my winter-musty house.
Add daffodils to the conversation about independence and interdependence and here's what you get. The flowers that were broken were the "outliers." They were the ones separated from the pack. The flowers transplanted which haven't yet formed large clumps of flowers were all broken. The large clumps that had blooms that pointed in a different direction from the rest of the flowers…snapped. Most of the flowers survived.
The survivors leaned in the same direction. Many on the outside ring had face-planted, but they supported each other somehow and the weight of the ice got dispersed. If the flowers were part of that community that leaned on each other, they survived.
Perhaps there's a Lenten lesson there…outside of PLEASE-MAKE-WINTER-STOP!
Here's to daffodils!
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