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

pad I had used for twelve seasons.

The soil was cold and heavy, clinging to the metal edges of my hand trowel as I turned the first three inches of earth.

I had sixty bulbs of the King Alfred variety to set into the ground before the first hard frost of November.

Each bulb was dry and papery, smelling faintly of cellar dust and old sawdust.

I pressed the continue reading …