Brenna is down for a few days. Last night at dusk we went for a long, brisk walk up the Eramosa River. This afternoon we made nine quarts of dill pickles, then carried the camp stove, hamburgers and condiments down to the little yard behind the building and had a picnic. She has inherited my great fondness for fresh, ripe peaches.
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