Daniel Boone bent over the broken plants with his daughters at his side.

"My plants are all dead!" Rose said sadly.

"The storm was too powerful for them. I'm sorry, love. It happens sometimes." He said kneeling down beside his five and a half year old.

"But Israel's tree didn't get hurt! That's not fair, Pa." She put her little hand on his shoulder and he put an arm around her.

"Well, Israel's tree is much stronger." He said to her, but she rested her head against his shoulder sadly.

"Rose, do you remember when we planted your bean plants?" He asked her. "How old were you?"

"I was five." She said.

"And how old are you now?" He asked her.

"I'm still five."

"We planted Israel's tree a long, long time ago. It has been growing for years and years." He told her.

"That's why the storm didn't knock it down?" She asked him.

"Things that take a long time to grow are stronger than things that grow quickly." He smiled at Rose giving her a kiss.

"Like you and Ma." Katie said.

"What?" He asked turning towards the eleven year old.

"Ma, told Mima that marriages are like plants." Katie said. "They take a long time to grow."

He smiled at her. "Your Ma's a smart woman, and you are wise to listen, Katie. I reckon your Ma and I have had a long time grow. And because we have, when the storms come, we are unbroken."