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September 23, 2007


your mother

Then you get old tires, fill them with dirt and plant petunias therein.

A perfect touch to the pink flamingos.

Alert to House and Garden magazine...


Apple Hill! In days of yore (late '80s) it was an annual pilgrimage. I recall they had some ass-kicking (and -enhancing) apple pie and other lovely baked goods up there. And cider. And even apples.


Dan: it's all still happening. Come on over!

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