When I was little, mom always grew daffodils. I remember cutting a few, wrapping them in a wet paper towel covered by aluminum foil, and taking them to my favorite teacher. I also remember putting different colors of food dye into the water to see the edges of the petals turn different colors. Bet Mom never thought my first botany lessons would come from her. This year the daffodils are from our new house. I didn’t actually grow these myself. I owe all of the thanks for their beauty and quantity to the previous owner and to Mother Nature.
Happy Easter, Mom. I’m glad you taught me to love plants and flowers and that a little dirt under my fingernails wouldn’t kill me.*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**