Mother and Dad sent this Maine wreath to Florida...smells so good every time we open the door (or leave it open to let the breeze in, like today)!
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"Yesterday afternoon, I stirred the earth about my shrubs and trees and quarrelled with the piper-grass, and now I have slept, and no longer am morose nor feel twitchings in the muscles of my face when a visitor is by." --Ralph Waldo Emerson
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