When August arrives, I always remember the summers of my childhood when I visited my grandfather's farm in Nova Scotia. It was a place of rambles, exploration and discovery. I looked forward to returning there each year, to reconnect with the farm and my extended family, especially my cousins. I was a city kid and loved the country life, picking berries, tramping hay and playing in the hay mow.My grandfather's farm was part of a small community including...
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