The morning glory refuses to die. I bet Thursday night will be it's last night.
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The Down Path
The backyard stairs to the back of my property still has lots of snow on it. It is in too much shade to really melt. We almost made it to 6...
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My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two bo... -
Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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They have been so pretty; I hate to see them go.
All good things must come to an end, as the old saying goes. I just noticed on your sidebar you have a new blog, I'm off to visit it.
So lovely!
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