morgan in ar
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Whenever I am driving through the country and see daffodils out in the middle of a pasture, woods, or even right on the edge of the road, it makes me think. Usually that means that there was a home there. Lots of times, there is nothing else left of the place. Sometimes, the flowers still come up in the outline of a house or a walkway. It makes me think about the people that put the flowers there. That there was once life there, a homestead. Probably with children, a garden, hen house, smoke house, barn, and an outhouse. Now, nothing left but the daffodils every spring. The homesteaders put the flowers out so that they would have something to look forward to when Winter was waning. Maybe nobody left who remembers these people, or maybe just their names, but the flowers come back every year. Just like Spring does. Undaunted by time, pretty neat legacy, if you think about it. I should plant some at my place.