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One drizzly April afternoon, I was at home with my granddaughter, a spirited nine-year-old who never stops asking questions and always wants to help in

It was a cloudy Thursday afternoon, the kind that gently nudges you toward the kitchen. My granddaughter was visiting, eyes lit up with curiosity as

In a quiet corner of my garden, wild dandelions bloom every spring, their bright yellow petals bursting with sunshine. One afternoon, as I admired these

One day of last spring, my daughter brought her two little ones over for an impromptu visit. The clouds were low, the driveway was slick with