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logiebear at May 13, 2021 04:36 PM

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did not send you any Easter egg: our
hens do not celebrate times and seasons:
they are Puritanic hens, and do their duty,
but despise ginnbrack. I wish I had sent
it if you liked it. I know who did send me
a lovely Easter card, and thank them for
it heartily. It is so good to be thought
of by friends. I am almost well now
though the weather seems to have a spite
against me, and pains & aches do not
"forsake my day" as the hymn book says, keen
do I get a sting: but I am so fat!! Did
one even see such a Spring? Decoration
Day will come to grief for there will be
no flowers till the Fourth of July at present
rates of progress: leaves are just suggesting
themselves on the earliest trees, and the air
is such as causes people to say "what a
pleasant winter we are having!" My poor
husband is undergoing this annual expectation
of his malasia which comes on at this season
as regularly as house-cleaning. The only comfort
I can take is that he is better than this time last

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did not send you any Easter egg: our
hens do not celebrate times and seasons:
they are Puritanic hens, and do their duty,
but despise ginnbrack. I wish I had sent
it if you liked it. I know who did send me
a lovely Easter card, and thank them for
it heartily. It is so good to be thought
of by friends. I am almost well now
though the weather seems to have a spite
against me, and pains & aches do not
"forsake my day" as the hymn book says, keen
do I get a sting: but I am so fat!! Did
one even see such a Spring? Decoration
Day will come to grief for there will be
no flowers till the Fourth of July at present
rates of progress: leaves are just suggesting
themselves on the earliest trees, and the air
is such as causes people to say "what a
pleasant winter we are having!" My poor
husband is undergoing this annual expectation
of his malasia which comes on at this season
as regularly as house-cleaning. The only comfort
I can take is that he is better than this time last