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July 11th  2011    Tim Candler

    Eighty degrees as the sun rose and humidity high enough to fog the outside of windows.  By noon it was ninety seven and dripping wet.  So Blackberry picking was closer to stubbornness than sensibleness.  


     I like to think Turkey are always the first to follow the paths Raccoons make.  When we arrive it's June Bug heaven, spiders and Box Turtles.  And there is a reason why the furthest corner had the fattest berries

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