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Mar 2019
Funny how her hand
was gardener's green
But on one finger
there it gleamed
My daughter and her Love had been sick with March colds all week, but still spent Saturday planting in the yard and pulling old growth and weeds.  later before going out to dinner, they did the laundry together.  
"Throw me that germ-infested red blanket on the couch!" he yelled-- the one  they had cuddled in recovery.  She picked it up to toss it down the stairs, and out fell the little box.  :)
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