Visit in May

Among the small pink leaves of spring oak trees we found them. We counted them slowing the car to a crawl. ``How nice to be with you again, mother, counting lady-slippers ``along the road, not hurrying at all, no one saying, `` `Oh, come on! When are we going to get there!' ''

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