Bath Time at the Farm
When I was 16 years old my parents sent me back to the old country to spend some time with my relatives. A distant cousin of mine had a small vineyard and peach orchard on the mountain not far from there home in town. The mountain where many people had small farms or orchards was on the outskirt of town. I gladly voluntered to help that summer as it was a new experience for me and I enjoyed their company. The first week I went up when this woman her husband, their daughter-in-law and another older woman who was...
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