He decided that these drawbacks were nothing a little Frogmore Engineering couldn’t correct. So he went to work.

Our Lowcountry home is filled with beautiful secrets, soft-spoken secrets that aren’t showy and glamorous, but are exquisite nonetheless. Just like my grandmother’s garden.

When the rivershore invites me to come and be near the water, I am home.

But then the rain comes, and with it, the miracle of the Resurrection Fern.

Nothing says "You're special to me" more than going to the trouble of pressing the tablecloth, polishing the forks, and trusting that no one will drop any of Grandma's china, lest there no longer be a matched set.

His simple yet profound statement sets an example for us of quiet kindness in a world full of noisy squabbling and contention; where many people talk but few listen, where people take sides rather than come together as human beings living on the same planet.