I love the farm. It's a wonderful place full of memories and stories. We talked, and walked. Found ginseng and jack in the pulpit in the woods. Canoed while Mom swam across the lake and paddle boated. Mom mowed and I read. We scraped and primed the house. Looked at pictures from my cousins motion sensor camera and played scrabble in the grass.
Sunburned, tired, and probably going to burst out in poison ivy blisters any day now, I had a wonderful time.
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