A Place Where Flowers Grow

Of Maggie—our joyful, curious, unhurried six-year-old—on her golden birthday

One weekend this winter, Middle Tennessee endured its worst ice storm in over 30 years. Snow began to fall on a Saturday morning, and it would give way to ice by the mid-afternoon that day. My daughter Maggie and I spent part of that Saturday morning working a big puzzle in the shape of a rooster while sitting at the dining room table. Daisy, our two-ye…