We park our cars and head up a dirt road, then duck into a wooded path. Fiddle-banjo music greets us as we enter a wide clearing and gather around its edges. Light flickers off ferns below and the branches above. Our buckets of flowers — bright zinnias, lavender asters, golden sunflowers — are placed beside […]
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