Out in the field, the daffodils have almost finished blooming. Only a scattered few of the late bloomers remain. I don't have any in the garden, but prefer to set mine free. Somehow they just seem to belong out in the open, without confines. Their glory stands on it's own, needing no assistance; no ties.
At a time when there is little sun, you can always count on the colors of daffodil blooms. Nothing seems to delay or prevent their flowering. Our warming up, starting growth above ground, then plunging temperatures below freezing, just don't faze them. They droop a bit in the early morning from the cold or wet snow, but by noon are once more standing to face the sky. Such resilience in the face of adversity.
I find it amazing they can capture, store and then give back so much from such a small depository. Some reflect back the soft white of clouds. Soft pink and peach weave through the rosy glow of first light. The early morning sunrises return in yellow and gold of every hue. Red and orange of sunset are sent back to us just when needed most. Then there are the combinations of colors. Sunrises and sunsets are combined along with the clouds, often held in cups.
Daffodils don't have much choice in presenting their cheerfulness in tough times. Plants just "do". People, however, have a choice. Attitude truly is a matter of personal decision. Conscious or unconscious, the decision of how to see and approach life is made.
Just as the flowers in the field have their adversities in trying to not only live, but find their place in the sun to flower, so do we all. Life is not an easy place to be. Each shares the hardships common to us all, then everyone has their own personal pains. One can choose seeing only how hard, how cruel life is to each; growing angry and resentful. The glasses of bitterness will shade every experience so all seen is more of the same.
One can also do as the daffodils, approaching life with color, warmth and cheer. The good of life, the fact that one is here, can be savored. All that has been given, that is good, can be given back, just as the daffodil bulbs store and return.