Sitting home today in the middle of snow storm, I have decided it is a wonderful day for a discussion of flowers:)

Several years ago while on a car trip in New England, my husband and I stopped over in Hartford Conn, to visit the home of Mark Twain. It is quite spectacular and defiantly worth the trip, but what I ended up discovering  was something quit unplanned.

I discovered that Mark Twain lived next door to Harriet Beecher Stowe.. that he had been friends with her and that she was actually the more famous well established writer of their time.

So as we had an hour to kill before closing  we decided to wonder over to see if we could get a tour of her house also…..we would be able to tic off two birds with one stone so to speak.

Our tour guide was a very nice young man who turned out to be a…