SEASONS
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George's Daffodils
Once upon a time in a town far from Doylestown, nestled in the hills and valleys of western Pennsylvania, George, a hard working man, a steelworker wanted to add color and beauty to his home. He planted daffodils to beautify his home and he was happy. As the years past, the daffodils, as daffodils are wont to do, reproduced and multiplied. The hard working man was happy. As the man grew older, so did his children. When his eldest son scraped together his pennies to buy his first humble home, his kind father gifted him with daffodil bulbs from his childhood home. The, then, young man was touched, because he knew how much his hardworking father loved his daffodils. The son cared for his daffodils and in time they too, reproduced to add a riot of color to his humble home.
The young man grew older and he and his bride were blessed with a son. They soon realized their humble and tiny home would not provide the space, trees or safety in which to thrive and grow. The young couple stretched and then stretched again to afford to build their dream home with a yard that a boy and then later his brother could grow and thrive. When they moved from their humble and tiny home the father dug up some of his father's precious daffodil bulbs to plant at his new home. The daffies, as he affectionately called them grew and thrived just as the man's boys grew and thrived.
Years passed and the young man was no longer so young. His two small boys had grown large and talented after having climbed trees and played ball in their own yard. They had safely ridden their bikes and big wheels on their 3000 square foot driveway and had circled endlessly in the safety of their cul de sac. The oldest of the two boys married and purchased his own small, humble home and he too had a son. The father remembering how happy he was when his father gifted him with his own daffodils did the same to his son. The oldest son soon found a home closer to his work and he moved but not without taking some of his daffodils to plant at his new home. Later still, he moved into a much larger home and again he moved some of his daffodils to his new home. Although his grandfather was no longer with him, he knew as his Father knew the grandfather would have been so happy to see
how many homes were graced with his daffodils.
But this saga is not over, the younger son, bought a very humble home and the father gifted him with daffodil bulbs as he did the older son. The bulbs thrived in their new home. The younger son, too, married and moved to a larger home where he planted some of the daffodils he had been gifted with. As time marched on, he had children and moved from a busy highway home to a beautiful new home with a yard. In that yard , he planted some of his grandfather's daffodils. Time passed and the youngest son was offered a job in the hills and valleys of western Pennsylvania. He took the job and moved his wife, children and daffodils to western Pennsylvania. Those same daffodils that 42 years earlier had left western Pennsylvania.
Little did the hard working grandfather know how wide spread would the beauty and color of his daffodil go. The number of yards and homes that his gift made bright and cheerful with their being a harbinger of spring.
Now you have the opportunity to enjoy the beauty and color of George's Daffodils.!
Once upon a time in a town far from Doylestown, nestled in the hills and valleys of western Pennsylvania, George, a hard working man, a steelworker wanted to add color and beauty to his home. He planted daffodils to beautify his home and he was happy. As the years past, the daffodils, as daffodils are wont to do, reproduced and multiplied. The hard working man was happy. As the man grew older, so did his children. When his eldest son scraped together his pennies to buy his first humble home, his kind father gifted him with daffodil bulbs from his childhood home. The, then, young man was touched, because he knew how much his hardworking father loved his daffodils. The son cared for his daffodils and in time they too, reproduced to add a riot of color to his humble home.
The young man grew older and he and his bride were blessed with a son. They soon realized their humble and tiny home would not provide the space, trees or safety in which to thrive and grow. The young couple stretched and then stretched again to afford to build their dream home with a yard that a boy and then later his brother could grow and thrive. When they moved from their humble and tiny home the father dug up some of his father's precious daffodil bulbs to plant at his new home. The daffies, as he affectionately called them grew and thrived just as the man's boys grew and thrived.
Years passed and the young man was no longer so young. His two small boys had grown large and talented after having climbed trees and played ball in their own yard. They had safely ridden their bikes and big wheels on their 3000 square foot driveway and had circled endlessly in the safety of their cul de sac. The oldest of the two boys married and purchased his own small, humble home and he too had a son. The father remembering how happy he was when his father gifted him with his own daffodils did the same to his son. The oldest son soon found a home closer to his work and he moved but not without taking some of his daffodils to plant at his new home. Later still, he moved into a much larger home and again he moved some of his daffodils to his new home. Although his grandfather was no longer with him, he knew as his Father knew the grandfather would have been so happy to see
how many homes were graced with his daffodils.
But this saga is not over, the younger son, bought a very humble home and the father gifted him with daffodil bulbs as he did the older son. The bulbs thrived in their new home. The younger son, too, married and moved to a larger home where he planted some of the daffodils he had been gifted with. As time marched on, he had children and moved from a busy highway home to a beautiful new home with a yard. In that yard , he planted some of his grandfather's daffodils. Time passed and the youngest son was offered a job in the hills and valleys of western Pennsylvania. He took the job and moved his wife, children and daffodils to western Pennsylvania. Those same daffodils that 42 years earlier had left western Pennsylvania.
Little did the hard working grandfather know how wide spread would the beauty and color of his daffodil go. The number of yards and homes that his gift made bright and cheerful with their being a harbinger of spring.
Now you have the opportunity to enjoy the beauty and color of George's Daffodils.!
Daffodils in the spring and sometimes mums in the fall. Your home will be beautiful year round.
Your home is graced by some big rocks that are perfect for family photos.
Your home is graced by some big rocks that are perfect for family photos.
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