High five Friday for the lane, which leads to one of my childhood homes and my Grandparents farm in Minnesota. The memories of summers spent camping out by the lake and enduring the humid sticky air of August. Winter nights when the snow-filled wind blew so hard we thought the roof was going to take flight, and fall weekends of felling trees and chopping wood with my Dad under the crisp clear colorful sky. Long live these memories.
Have a fabulous Friday my friends, and spend your time building grand memories.
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