But I have often thought how mind blowing it must have been for our ancestors (I'm talking way back here) when our cave-dwelling great great great grandparents saw that first flower of spring. When there were no greenhouses, no pictures, cameras, phones, no magazines, billboards, books or anything but a memory to preserve the image and concept of a flower through the long winter.
And, after months of seeing nothing but monotones- whites, grey and browns, this magical color splash springs from the ground. Sometimes even sending out a mesmerizing perfume. How profoundly exciting and heart warming those ancient moments in spring must have been.
Now we can get any flower all of the time. Even at the click of a button. So much that we sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty of nature and its cycles.
Here at the Old Millpond Farm, we pot our daffodils and tulips in December. We protect and nurture them in the root cellar throughout winter just so that they can spring forth in April and remind us how lucky we are.
Stop by the farm stand and pick up your spring flowers today!