It is mighty hot here in east virginia. We make up for our lack of culture out along the blue ridge with a cool breeze and a nightly cooldown. Ella was out early in her gown, robe, fifites apron, and sporty sandals for a morning walk with her grandmother. She returned with a dead butterfly, a snail shell, and some seed pods from a tree that looked like thick english peas. Ah, the country life. Last night she ate a salad and a TOMATO. Tomatoes have always been declared disgusting. Still, she pronounced the zucchini "yucky" with a shudder for effect.
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