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Greta and I had a lovely afternoon outside.

I strung two more sections of clothesline and am so glad to have the extra space.

Greta discovered the wonders of the sandbox for the first time today. She played happily there for quite a while while I planted pumpkins. Sweet little thing! (Of course I gave her lots of kisses on her sandy face.)

I picked the first big bunch of my very own rhubarb ever. My plant is a division of a family plant at the farm and has taken a couple of years to get going. Greta and I made rhubard muffins for supper. Oh, I enjoy those.

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{The crabapple trees are blooming in my town. We picked some yesterday to brighten the house for our family dinner, and now my whole house smells like the blossoms.}