One last bloom from the yellow cone flowers. The leaves give it away in its identity that it is a cone flower. Most of them have been done blooming weeks ago.
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Rescued Roses
I picked the roses and brought them inside before our hard freeze. They seem to be flourishing in the warmth inside.
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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...
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