My mother had a certain acumen for growing beautiful plants and flowers, inside our home and out. We had a huge vegetable garden and a flower garden as well. In the spring after a grey cold Vermont winter, the sight of daffodil blooms would fill me with delight. Even now, seeing or smelling the scent of daffodils is like homecoming.





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