I don’t know how they got there. A clump of yellow daffodils blooming well before the others in our yard. Growing on the edge of the field where neither of us planted any, in the middle of piles of dead leaves and tangled brush.
But they made me smile, reminding me of a deeper story.
Sometimes when you think there’s nothing left,
When you think all is dead and crumbled,
When all is dried up and tangled and silent,
When it looks as though nothing good can come from the pile of the past,
Something beautiful grows from within it, reaches up to the sun, and blossoms.
When you least expect it.