“Little, yellow flowers” betray the location of long-ago homesteads on off-the-beaten-path lots all across Georgia. CONTRIBUTED
James K. Pressley/Columnist
Every year about this time my favorite flower blooms. I was always taught that the patches of these beautiful flowers always marked the place of an old home. So, every time I see them, I think of people who came before us. The quiet and peaceful lives, the lives of beauty and struggle, of pain and redemption.
