It was a rainy day. I had no desire to drive up the winding mountain road to my daughter Carolyn's house. But she had insisted that l come to see something at the top of the mountain.
So here I was, although unwilling to make the two-hour journey through fog and rain. After lunch, my daughter requested me to drive her to Barrage. After a ten-minute drive, we parked the car and got out. We walked along a path that was thick with old pine needles. Huge black green evergreens towered over us. Gradually the peace and silence of the place began to fill my mind. Then we turned a corner and stopped--and I gasped in amazement.
From the top of the mountain to the slopes and valleys, were rivers of daffodils(水仙) in full bloom. A sea of amazing colors, like a carpet before us. It looked as though the sun had tipped over and spilled gold down the mountainside. At the center hung a waterfall of purple hyacinths. Here and there were breathtaking tulips.
A riot of questions filled my mind. Who created such beauty? Why? How?
As we approached the home. We saw a sign that read" Answers to the Questions IK now You Are Asking." The first answer was:" One Woman--Two Hands, Two Feet, and Very Little Brain. "The second was: "One at a Time." The third: "Started in 1958."
I was so moved by what we had seen. "She changed the world," I said, not getting over the shock. "One bulb(球茎) at the time. She started almost 40 years ago, probably just the beginning of an idea, but she kept at it."
"Imagine," I added," if I had a vision and worked at it, just a little hit every day, what might have accomplished?""
Carolyn looked sideways at me, smiling. "Start tomorrow," she said, "Better yet, start today."
