The Flower of the Valley

One of the best and brightest people I met in Haiti. This young girl, who was the daughter of the hotel owner, could speak three languages and was very interested in learning all that she could from our cultural exchange. She played with us, watched movies with us, she cooked with us, and she even volunteered to paint a local hospital with us. This girl holds a pretty big place in my heart.

The Flower

A big part of my childhood was spent outdoors – and not just on top of mountains. I spent a lot of time playing in my backyard; where I would transform the deck into a pirate ship, or the lawn into Pelennor Fields. It is still one of my grandma’s favorite places to be. She is a Master Gardener, so I occasionally enjoy taking pictures of her beautiful flowers. They remind me to take joy in life’s simple pleasures.