Today is a very important day.
Ninety-six years ago a great man was born who would later become the father of a great woman. He walked with me and talked with me and he will never know how much that meant. Most of what I know about gardens, I learned from him. Much of what I know about parenting I learned from his daughter. Without him my life would be very different.
Ninety-six years ago a great man was born who would later become the father of a great woman. He walked with me and talked with me and he will never know how much that meant. Most of what I know about gardens, I learned from him. Much of what I know about parenting I learned from his daughter. Without him my life would be very different.
Thirty-four years ago today another great man was born who
would walk into my life in a most unusual way and transform it from a dismal
wasteland into the garden of youth. He
took my hand and led me back into an appreciation of literature I had almost
forgotten. He read my stories and made
me proud of them. He loved me in spite
of myself and I was transformed in ways I thought were completely beyond the
realm of possibilities.
The Way is filled with gifts. Some of them come wrapped in pretty paper, but all of them come
wrapped in love.
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