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I live on a farm ... — farm

Some kind of 'ectomy or other

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It was a thrill when we saw that first little green sprout. I told Sweet Pea, "Your pumpkin patch is coming along now!" and she gave me a big, happy smile.

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And so it begins ...

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This is Rhoda's (my heirloom Giant Tree Peony) first bud to open this year. She always opens right around or on Memorial Day weekend. Yesterday afternoon I found only this one bud beginning to show a little pink. This morning, early, I found that one bud had already blossomed open to this stage. The petals remind me of soft protective layers of baby blankets sheltering precious cargo within. There were four blossoms total open this much first thing this morning. I know for the next two or three days each time I venture outside there will be more opened, and...

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Spring

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As the world wakes up outside our windows, many magical sites and moments bubble up to be seen if you catch them at just the right moment.

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Pumpkin seeds and tea cups

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When my children were babies my parents tried to tell me how very different it is to be grandparents as opposed to being parents. I did my best to understand what they meant, but I realize now that I needed to be a grandparent myself to actually get it. So, Dad and Mom ... I get it now. [FYI: New knitting content was posted at The Knitting Blog 20 May 09.] My daughter and I lived with my parents when she was born, and we lived with them for her first two years. Today my daughter and her daughter live...

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Tiny hand, big dreams

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Sweet Pea, I am your grandma and I hear you in the other room.

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