Dizzy Daffodils on the Hillside

Daffodils in March? Thunderstorms too? Perhaps we shall have to change the rhyme of April Showers, bring May Flowers... It is rather wonderful to be out for a walk with the dog on a 70 deg day in early March.
The sun was shining, the birds chirping, the trees were still bare, the ground covered in the dried, dead, brown leaves of winter. But there in the midst of it all was a backyard full of Daffodils. A bright field of sunshine yellow in the brown, drab woods of winter.
Farther down the path I travelled and there in the middle of the woods was this small, individual clump of daffodils in the middle of the woods and I wondered how did it get there. What is the story of that small clump of Daffodils? Were they washed down the hills during the rains? Was there a great flood that brought them there? Being that bulbs need to be planted about 4 inches in the ground was this some squirrel that decided to go in to landscaping, or a random act of kindness in the middle of the night? Perchance this little spot of sunshine was placed there by the mischievous Brownies I learned of in the Girl Scouts.
Are they Narcissus? Do they need to be first, the ones to be the brightest in the dullest times? Do they need to stand out and say "Hey, look at me!" with their bright yellow color. Do they realize that they are in the "wrong" place. Do any of us realize we are in the wrong place at times? Perhaps we can learn from the Daffodils that when life sends us in to the forests, through the long brown winter that when it is our spring, our time we should stand tall and proud and shine like the sun.
I like to believe that one night a stranger wandered through the woods with a shovel and bag of bulbs, planting little packets of surprise in the middle of the night. This stranger placed flower bulbs in unusual places then covered back up the ground as if he was never there. Only to have this ray of hope, inspiration & beauty to appear after the stranger is long gone. It is an act of kindness, selflessness, a way of creating beauty for others.
 What ever the reason, however they got there that lonely, little clump of Daffodils brought a smile to my face and warmth in my heart. Maybe there is a force out there greater than ourselves that is working miracles. It  got me thinking of the wonders of nature, of how everything in this world can not be simply explained and understood. You have to leave a little room for magic and just believe.