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Farm Girl

With the approaching advent of spring we have been working on clearing up paddocks. One of the tasks has been the elimination of the dreaded fireweed.

As we drove into the outskirts of town today, Princess gasped with horror, pointed accusingly at a garden of daffodils and asked in an outraged tone, “Mum, is that FIREWEED!”

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