Sowing a Lasting Legacy
For the first 4 years of our marriage, my husband and I
lived in old farmhouse that was converted into two apartments. We lived upstairs and our entryway was the
original front door. Neither of us are
‘gardening’ or ‘plant’ people and being in a second-floor apartment kept us
happily removed from maintaining the outside.
Each spring, however, we were surprised by the bright,
cheerful daffodils that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. We’d get so busy with work and...
