Source: Fresh as a Daisy My mom loves daisies. When I was a kid, I jumped at every opportunity to gather them for her. Whenever I saw them growing wild, I'd grab as many as I could. For me they represent happiness. Whenever I see them, I remember the joy of picking them for her and ...
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When I was younger, my Aunt lived in a beautiful, French Victorian home in Sacramento. It was its own oasis in a rather rough neighborhood. From the street, it appeared to be nothing spectacular. One couldn't tell the extensive size of the lot. In comparison to the size of the yard, ...