When we lived in Nova Scotia, Brittany and I would visit the salt marshes of Cole Harbour to walk around and watch birds. Once, we were on our way back to the bus stop when we passed an old man looking down at the ground right off the trail. We asked him what he was looking at.
"Mayflowers," he said. And he leaned down, lifted a leathery green leaf and showed us a cluster of beautiful, fragrant rosettes.Read More