He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul. — Celia Thaxter

For nearly as long as I can remember, my mom has planted Impatiens after the danger of frost has passed.

They were beautiful. A profusion of color — shades of pink and white that made you smile when you peeked outside.

The past few years, mom has refused to buy them.

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