Daffodils and Random Acts of Kindness

It's funny how a random act of kindness can brighten your day!   We went out for lunch today after church services and when we arrived back home, the first thing I saw was a large bouquet of daffodils sitting on our porch.  I love it when the first daffodils bloom - it's a symbol of renewed life after my dreary winter blues.  This was a lovely splash of bright yellow blooms in a simple drinking glass filled with water.  There was no note telling who brought them.  I even posted on Facebook that I loved my flowers - would the person who brought them by please come forward.  No one owned up to it.  Anonymous - that's what they are.  Giving beauty to others without taking the credit for it - those are the most meaningful gifts.  Just think what a happy world we would live in if every single one of us took the small amount of time and effort to simply pick a bouquet of flowers and drop them off anonymously on a neighbor's porch - maybe an elderly neighbor whose ability to get outside and walk in a field of flowers is limited.  And think of the joy we could bring by picking or purchasing flowers, put them in mason jars and taking them to a nursing home to be distributed to each patient in the home.  The opportunities abound for sharing a little happiness!

The flowers inspired me to start pulling out vases and spruce up for Spring.  I pulled out a cute bunny table scarf and one of my many old Roseville vases.  Voila!  My buffet in my dining room now looks like a breath of Springtime.  The flowers were pretty in the glass after adding a little greenery, but they look even prettier in the Roseville vase, don't you think?

Here they are with a little greenery in the drinking glass.  The bright silver tray made an interesting "shadow" on the wall.

Here they are in my Primrose pattern Roseville Vase.

What do you call these flowers?  Daffodils, jonquils or buttercups?   Known to be the first signs of Spring, these beautiful little flowers that sometimes peek up out of the snow are called by many names.   My mother always called them jonquils, but most people here in the South call them daffodils or buttercups.  Whatever they're called and whichever of my sweet neighbors brought them by, they certainly brightened my day!







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