





It was wonderful to visit my aunt and uncle and all the cousins and all their kids and to spend some not-so-frenzied time with my mom and sister and sister-in-law.
Some corn-shucking in the orchard, a little tent-pitching consultation, and peach ice cream made by my cousin Jan. Her daughter explained that sleeping in a tent was "camping," but sleeping out in the open was "starring." And we starred.
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