Every day I drive to work on a back road. I love the days when it is cold and the warm mist rises on the waste pond outside the dairy farm.I most always look at an abandoned old house...cabin more like it. Door half broken. Windows damaged. Some plastic torn as a last effort to keep a shelter.
I wonder about the person who lived there.
Today I saw a great number of daffodils blooming outside of this old abode.
Who was it who planted these? Who was the person who took the effort to establish beauty in his or her world. Could they have guessed that long after they had gone -- their efforts would bring beauty to those they would never meet.
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