A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

table in the quiet evening light.

By nine o’clock the next morning, the morning mist had barely lifted from the grass as I carried a plastic crate of daffodil bulbs out to the south flower bed.

The damp autumn air smelled of decaying maple leaves and wet limestone from the old well house.

My knees let out a small click as I knelt on the blue foam kneeling continue reading …