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May, 2005
Dandelions took over our field. Hard to not redefine one's image of this "weed" when it gave us such splendour, such riot of colour. Finnie liked to rip their heads off and mush them between her fingers. She would learn quickly the butter test.


Owen at the door of the barn. The chariot awaits. Our three wheeled bicycle stroller would take the kids behind us on many trips to the Bondhead cemetary. One of our favorite family jaunts.