Have I ever told you that If you were to drive by any old abandoned farm in the Pacific Northwest you'd be sure to see a rhubarb, lilac, or peony? And oftentimes, all three?
It's true.
And I do believe these to be my favorite plants of all.
Sometimes, when I drive by, I think to myself how glad I am that those plants are still standing tall and proud. And they should be.
Proud.
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I saw a farmhouse on a hill, surrounded by
an empty sky,
And though I thought of other things, my heart refused
to pass it by.
This house and barn that stood so proud,
reminded me of what I knew,
Of a land of hope and fortitude, whose strength
lay in her multitudes.
Alone it stood in the midst of fields
of tall green grasses whispering low,
A sturdy barn, a shuttered house, a dog or two
resting by the stove,
My heart leapt up to see it there, this
honored emblem, new and old,
Of a land, a hope, a legacy,
and a promised dream yet to unfold.
~author unknown
