My Dad had a daylily nursery for a few years. He labored in his daylilies as if watching them bloom was his livlihood. Although he worked a full-time job, all his spare time was spent in the the daylily beds. Now, everytime I see daylilies bloom, I think of him and his passion for that beautiful flower, and I understand. Each of us need a passion, something we do simply for the joy of it, something that makes the world a better place and our lives richer. Thanks, Dad, for that wonderful lesson.
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