With a fern rack on our back we would go with our dad to pick ferns all day in the forest of Somerset,Vermont. Tired,sweaty and bit by the bugs we would come back home where our mom was waiting for us table set with the smell of home made bread and a good supper.We did our chores and hurried up the hill to sell our ferns. This is one out of many wonderful child memories I have.
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Delia Pacheco 08 Mar 2009
wonderful style! great painting...jamie winter 09 Apr 2008
incredible workJo-Ann Hayden 08 Apr 2008
This is a true masterpiece