In a tiny church in a little town, a gentle man taught two young mothers that their time and their talents counted as much or more than any treasure.

One turned to the flowers in the fields, making her beloved road-sidea into arrangements that delighted the eye. The other turned to linen and white thread, stitching them into sacred cloth.

Years passed and the two young mothers became grandmothers, their three daughters having grown and become mothers themselves.

And the gentle man moved far, far away, but his lessons were not forgotten …