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I finished painting the beehive with linseed oil.  I planted the rest of the potatoes in the dug-up lower yard and Dad packed up the leftovers to take down to Pennsylvania.  Mom had bought the boys kites, and they flew them in the hay field across the way.  Jane came over to cut some rhubarb and we showed her the morels that are coming up in the asparagus bed.  Because he was getting restless, I set Dad to work killing off the burning bush beside the shed.  Monica went to the new fishmonger, Captain Dave, and brought home a haddock for lunch.  Nicki Newbury came by with her little girl to take some of our lilies of the valley because they remind her of home and England, and I sent her off with all the myrtle and daffodils that we dug up from the new garden patch next to the peach tree.  To keep her entertained, I picked the little girl a bouquet of flowers one blossom at a time.

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