“On we went, her red coat flitting in and out of the trees ahead of me. Sometimes she seemed not even to touch the ground. We came into the clear and struck out along a fencerow surprising the little birds that flew up all around us. We passed that pile of rocks which used to be the chimney of an old homestead, we know because daffodils pop up there every spring. Fannie said, ‘Daffodils remember when the people are all gone.'”
~Lee Smith, On Agate Hill
*Sources: Smith, Lee. On Agate Hill: a novel. Chapel Hill, N.C.: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2006. Print; Photo by Don Casada.