At this time of year when the sun peeks out, I get anxious for spring, despite many more days left of winter. I always think of my dad and how impatient he would get for warm weather to arrive so he could get in the yard. He was the daylily man. For several years, he maintained beds and beds of daylilies. My yard has some of his blooms. Here's to you, Dad. I miss you.
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