The Rose Garden girls got these chairs for me. I adore them. [the chairs And the girls!!] They have been moved to various areas of the yard and gardens. Right now they await for me and a cup of morning coffee out by Bluebird Cottage which is the renovated brooder house of my childhood. We didn't have chickens long. We had them for the eggs. Mother didn't care for chickens and my first cocker spaniel, Tippy, cultivated a nose and a taste for eggs. She usually got them before we did. So since we weren't getting the eggs anyway, the chickens had to go.
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