one of my favorite summertime things to do is eavesdrop on the conversation between the backyard maple and an intruding thunder storm.
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This post gives one the same 'fuzzy'feeling that laying on the floor and looking up from under the Christmas tree, and all the wonderful memories. It especially reminds me of Peru, Nebraska, 1944. I can even smell the trees, grass and corn growing from the damp earth.
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This post gives one the same 'fuzzy'feeling that laying on the floor and looking up from under the Christmas tree, and all the wonderful memories. It especially reminds me of Peru, Nebraska, 1944. I can even smell the trees, grass and corn growing from the damp earth.
Thanks for the memories....
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