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The Post in which Bryce Sees the Bluebird of Happiness and Liam is Brave around Cows

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The word glorious came to mind: a bounty of apples picked with our precious grandsons in our favorite abandoned orchard.

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“I’m taking some good Andrew Wyeth shots,” I said to Joe, who was reassuring three-year-old Liam that the grazing cows wouldn’t hurt us.

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Our favorite “golden tree” stood alone in the sun-filled pasture.  It had the best tasting apples of the day.

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It was a fairy tale setting in which a monarch butterfly and a small flock of bluebirds flew by.

The rolling mountain countryside had us so enchanted that we all started talking with an Irish lilt.

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The boys learned to avoid fresh cow patties and listened to stories about Robin Hood and his merry men.  “I just saw a real cricket,” said Bryce, who walked with a big stick for knocking down apples.  He remembered being at the orchard when he was not quite three. He had a big stick then, too. See HERE.

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“I wish daddy was here,” said Liam, who beamed when his hopa (Joe) helped him climb a tree.  Liam decided he would pick his daddy six apples. “How about sixteen,” I suggested.  “Sixty!” shouted Opa. Sixty is was.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBjvAM6SXb0

“One day you could make this your place, not abandoned anymore,” Bryce said. Liam agreed that we should build a house right next to our favorite apple tree.

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______Our World Tuesday

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