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April 23, 2023


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What a wonderful piece! Those magical butterflies! Thank you for helping find the joy.


The memories come flooding from a very long time ago ... but you've certainly awakened them. As an aside, from childhood I've loved the name, the word "kinnikinnick." Funny looking, fun to say. ... and now that you've mentioned it, how DO butterflies survive freezing temperatures??

Jennifer Woodhull

You paint such a viscerally gorgeous picture with this post, Kathy. Thanks—I reckon we can all use the uplift.

Kathy Kaiser

Susan, good question about the butterflies. I'm not sure how they survive. They must take shelter--but in what? And I think kinnikinick--such a fun word to say--and I learned once that it's a native word.

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