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by donna smith ammons

Recently, Gibbs (the cat) and I had an unusual morning.

For weeks, I had been putting up with the chirping of a small tree frog. I knew where the noise was coming from, but darned if I could locate the frog.

Hubby-dear had moved a beautiful Peace Plant that we had been nursing for quite a while. It was special to me and I wanted to enjoy it in my home. One morning it had nine beautiful blooms on it. It was glorious.

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