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When I was a little girl living on a dairy farm, we rented extra land a couple miles away to cut hay for the cattle. It was an old farm that we called The Dumas Place after the old owners. There was a falling down house, a falling down shed, and a falling down barn... but what I remember most was a swing made of an old plank of wood tied to an old maple. In the late spring, there were at least a hundred lilac bushes in bloom, and swinging on that swing was so fragrant. I also remember one time that my father was over at that place cutting hay, so my mom packed us all in the car and took him a picnic lunch - we ate under the shade of the tree, my brothers and I taking turns on the swing. And once, at Christmas time, my father loaded me and a chainsaw in the tractor and we went over there to cut a Christmas tree that he eyed up the summer before. I don't have a lot of memories of that time that are good, it's nice to recall the few that are.
So today, I suppose I am thankful for memories.