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| Dad and Pat drove out from Chicago for a visit at the end of May (we kidnapped Dad to help us work on the house). We took advantage of a beautiful sunny afternoon to take them for a walk in Marsh Billings Rockefeller park, one of our favorite walks. The trees were just beginning to leaf and there were purple trillium scattered on the light speckled forest floor. The view from Mount Tom is always pretty; it's like looking down on a New England train set. | |
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