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I meant to take the camera and try for a better picture of those mustard fields by Bobchi's place today. True to form, however, between putting on my shoes and walking to the door, I completely forgot about it and didn't remember until about four and a half hours later. Fortunately, I was able to find the lovely picture above of a mustard field to give you some idea of what it really looks like (don't ask me where it was taken, though, because I haven't the foggiest).Just imagine you're clutching at the battered passenger seat of a slightly dingy '96 Toyota Corolla as it hurtles down a dusty dirt road while I loosely hold the wheel, nonchalantly running my mouth in a very general, distant way that leaves no doubt in your mind that I've completely forgotten that I'm even driving. Just as you start praying fervently to your loving maker to please let your immanent death be quick and painless, you look out of your window and see acres and acres of that bright yellow mustard field blurring past the window. There, see how beautiful and calming it is?
By the way, the reason that I'm boring you with yet another mustard field picture is because we're off to Winnipeg today for the first half of Shiloh's assessment and won't be back until later this afternoon. In the meantime, you'll just have to make do with this warm and fuzzy 'picture thought'. Enjoy!
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