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This. And yet, "I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas" is on a loop in my head.
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making waves
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refresh
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long-legged son
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taking the canoe out
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Oh, to be a flower farmer.
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This deer was so close to the kids and hung out when they put the ducks to bed. #wildlifehabitat
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Sunday morning breakfast.
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good eats
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Pride. #howtobepopularinruralmaine
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mornin'
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rainbow road
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kitchen table
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Mustn't forget the laundry before I go in for the evening.
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this evening
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this morning
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good morning, little toad
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the ducks one summer evening
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Morning shadows. A few weeks ago, the morning glories in shadow were in full sun.
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My two wee babes.
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It's funny because I often sit on that bench and sing "Somewhere Under The Rainbow" to the ducks.
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On the drive home.
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Borage in our extremely weedy garden.
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The ducks yelled at me the whole time I was in the garden.
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Olivia with the ducks.
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This has been a perfectly gorgeous summer day. #207gram #maine
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Olivia and I were sitting with the ducks, and they became alert, so we looked around. That's when Olivia spied the two deer making their way around the garden.
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Balance is their natural state if we just let them be.
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morning light
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Good morning, ducks!
