On the island of Crete walked a beautiful pleasant-looking woman with dark hair and a golden dress the color of wheat. This woman was known as Demeter, the goddess of agriculture. Demeter wanted nothing more at the moment but to please her daughter, Persephone, with the best gift she could offer for her birthday, which was only two days away.When Demeter couldn’t seem to figure out the perfect gift for her dear Persephone, she had withdrawn the right to eat until she did. Demeter thought and thought for one day straight, and observed for even a clue to what the perfect gift could be.
Before Demeter could collapse with exhaustion, she had stumbled over a piece of wheat. It was a karpoi, a grain spirit, and a spirit of Gaea. Demeter had taken this as a sign and had trudged forward with newfound excitement and determination, eager to find out the next clue.
A couple of minutes later, Demeter had spotted a magnificent pool of water, the color of seaweed and the ocean. Demeter filled some water in a small cup and put it up in a satchel with the karpoi that she had collected earlier. Demeter then set off to find her third and final object.
While Demeter was walking through the Grove of Dodona, she had approached a tree nymph named Apple. Apple had been crying, and honey was dribbling down her cheeks. But only Demeter had seen the divine beauty in the golden food. And she was the one who needed it. She was sure of it. Demeter also couldn’t bear to see a nature spirit in pain, so she asked what was wrong. “I think I have a thorn inside of my root,” Apple whines. “My life shall be ruined forever!” Her life, fortunately, was not ruined. Demeter healed Apple’s roots, and Apple was very grateful. Therefore, when Demeter asked for some honey, Apple allowed her to take some, for being kind to others, such as Apple herself.
In a valley of grass, Demeter had perched down and pulled the ingredients out of her satchel. She laid them down on the ground and sat back, thinking about what to do with them. Without warning, the honey dripped itself on the wheat, the karpoi knelt by the water, and the water dumped itself on the karpoi. Immediately, there was a blinding light so strong, even Demeter herself had to look away. When she re-opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful daffodil, as red as rubies. For a few seconds, Demeter had gawked in awe for several seconds. “I shall name you… a flower!” she declared as she walked off to hand her daughter the lovely daffodil, with a skip in her step.
Persephone was pacing anxiously on Mount Olympus, anticipating for her mother to appear at any moment. As soon as Demeter appeared, Persephone had seen a remarkable piece of nature in her mother's hands. Demeter gave her a huge hug and watched with joy as she saw the excitement unfold over her daughter's face. Persephone was overjoyed with the gift and decided to call it the daffodil.