My mother and I went to Garvan Woodland Gardens in Hot Springs, Arkansas, last Thursday. Rumor had it that the daffodils were at their peak.
It was late in the day, as we boarded the volunteer-driven golf cart for a ride through the garden. “Good day to come,” according to our driver.
If the predicted cold and rain came over the weekend, the yellow and white flowers would be goners and the tulips were two and a half weeks away. As we drove through the garden, I was as impressed by the long shadows cast long across the garden as the yellow blooms.
The old idiom “late in the day” often means too far advanced or too late to be useful or too late for actions or decisions. But late in this day meant a new kind of richness for the garden.
Some days there is splendor in the shadowlands.