The Sampler
A A Welcome from the Editor Every year, usually in late fall, my dad thumbs through his Colorblends catalog and orders an assortment of bulbs—hyacinths, daffodils, and tulips—that he and my children will plant during a future visit from Papa. Watching my son and daughter dig in the dirt with my dad is one of those moments I wish I could bottle and revisit in the future when I crave the curious innocence of these elementary school days (“look, Mama, a worm!”) or the reassuring calm of my dad’s drawl as he patiently teaches two budding gardeners how to maneuver a long-handled bulb planter. But even though I can’t bottle it, I do get to revisit it, whenever the first of those blooms peeks out of the soil and my son…
