I remember picking crocuses for mom in the pasture at the farm every spring. I was a little giddy to have found them - on Mother's Day - So Happy Momma's Day!
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Thank you. We would love to have been on your picnic.
I was going to comment on your spring blog but here will do. I remember knowing spring was here when you and Trevor brought me crocuses and pussy willows. Another sign was the yellow wild sweet peas(sometimes called buffalo beans) you picked for me.
Beautiful photography!
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