tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71326480919736707112024-02-19T04:32:37.983-05:00LoLaSuzanneA little space to breatheLoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-53456760414222229062010-07-11T22:47:00.005-04:002010-07-12T20:40:31.998-04:00GiST 251: Oak Mimosa Magnolia<div style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 13px; background-image: url(http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/logo.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><a href="http://graceinsmallthings.ning.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Grace in Small Things</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> 251</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/SUtKXNThY4rucF6Q96lGFGQfrMiEj1mjaMzG6ix3jxhGjq945rq6eRzB4KgGnofSKLpHjpy87JzGG67bkV2Vct0EnDKIGYDo/DSC01864.JPG?width=721" alt="" /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My Oak at the farm has fallen. It is and always has been my favorite because it is home to a Mimosa growing out of its trunk and a magnolia in the V of its top branches, I've watched that little magnolia reach up out of the bough of this pin oak for ten years. I know exactly the summer it was born. Exactly how long it's grappled with its decaying cradle. The oak has been there since my great Uncle Henry's time. Around 1900. That's the Mimosa towering over the top of the tree. That's the Magnolia peeping out of the V in the center of the photo.</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1. Nothing stays the same</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2. Everything lives on the back of everything else</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3. This is me</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4. This is you</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5. We are the same.</span></p><div><br /></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-74540270649002388482010-07-10T08:31:00.002-04:002010-07-10T08:34:03.946-04:00GiST 250: Barn Swallows<div style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 13px; background-image: url(http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/logo.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "><a href="http://graceinsmallthings.ning.com/">Grace in Small Things</a> 250</div><div style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 13px; background-image: url(http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/logo.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-size: 13px; background-image: url(http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/logo.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; ">Now that Grandma's barn is abandoned, the swallows are building hundreds of intricate mud nests.<div><br /></div><div><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/cR*YcxdjrGL8dS-zoE6Fgsvi9AduEYL7DaNsAPJWPT*oQ9btPlPNUz1IklRjaiTgbftqJXXms5Mbi-QH8er89w93eIXJbsZj/BarnSwallow7.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/cR*YcxdjrGL8dS-zoE6Fgsvi9AduEYL7DaNsAPJWPT*oQ9btPlPNUz1IklRjaiTgbftqJXXms5Mbi-QH8er89w93eIXJbsZj/BarnSwallow7.jpg?width=300" alt="" /></a></div><div>The barn on the left in the back is where I photographed the swallows.</div><div>There are also owls in the top of the silo. A bleached pile of mouse bones lay at the bottom of the ladder well.</div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/4AMu*1C2BSKLkYfLgZxnCH2sudiJVa*NhdJ56BMycDYvlbbCEgPu5BSabcVnMciswmokrs-XDG43gz7fMtGz60z4Xq5JNab9/BarnSwallow6.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/4AMu*1C2BSKLkYfLgZxnCH2sudiJVa*NhdJ56BMycDYvlbbCEgPu5BSabcVnMciswmokrs-XDG43gz7fMtGz60z4Xq5JNab9/BarnSwallow6.jpg?width=200" alt="" /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; ">The swallows are in these rafters</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/aUnoaqLuPh5LsN48LSYSRglx0N901Tvs2hflD1kwLZ49ZZkMXJ-H6c6oDY3bhtkvciCSO4z*OLvRywt5Nd*hOGj-10xIllWP/BarnSwallow1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/aUnoaqLuPh5LsN48LSYSRglx0N901Tvs2hflD1kwLZ49ZZkMXJ-H6c6oDY3bhtkvciCSO4z*OLvRywt5Nd*hOGj-10xIllWP/BarnSwallow1.jpg?width=300" alt="" /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/gkqLX9ltkcusYZyAXW-WxXQ-iY*qjJgsxuzqHtGsgyNo7Dd1WfFlfkbSOlD25MTXNw*792LesJBUHhvmfMpmX0thsNUf1xGd/BarnSwallow2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/gkqLX9ltkcusYZyAXW-WxXQ-iY*qjJgsxuzqHtGsgyNo7Dd1WfFlfkbSOlD25MTXNw*792LesJBUHhvmfMpmX0thsNUf1xGd/BarnSwallow2.jpg?width=300" alt="" /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/-lriTYeuWV12uxf9LrW*0h11ZirD8CwPp9-WSyq8yeOsN7QjO4tjBTFthnvvJtGActWTQvKanNqnsxfPrEOGcV5C*Qj3NT3r/BarnSwallow5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/-lriTYeuWV12uxf9LrW*0h11ZirD8CwPp9-WSyq8yeOsN7QjO4tjBTFthnvvJtGActWTQvKanNqnsxfPrEOGcV5C*Qj3NT3r/BarnSwallow5.jpg?width=300" alt="" /></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; ">Funny how the barn falling apart is representative of how I feel about Grandma who is 99 next month and hanging in there, but the swallows remind me that life is built on impermanence and the resources left behind.</p></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-55210215295065466112010-07-06T22:30:00.002-04:002010-07-06T22:32:51.917-04:00Fluent<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Fluent</span></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I would love to live</span></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Like a river flows,</span></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Carried by the surprise</span></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Of its own unfolding.</span></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">~ John O'Donohue~</span></span></div><div><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></div></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-12141626688271581092009-10-28T21:23:00.006-04:002009-10-28T21:41:49.756-04:00Signs and Visitations in San Miguel de Allende<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><br /></div>Yesterday, after the drama of the storm, it rained steadily for some time. At about 9 o'clock last night as I took Choco out for his walk, it was still raining lightly. I opened the front wooden door, and then the outer metal door (which is sort of an open gate/grate-like thing.) We went out. I then closed the wooden door behind us and reached to close the metal door and there was a rather large lizard (well, not iguana-size, but not chameleon-size, either -- probably 8" long and a US quarter-size diameter) right by the latch (where I had just had my hand.) Startled the beejabbers out of me. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Frankly, I don't know how I hadn't knocked it off. My hand must have actually touched it. At any rate, I gasped. The lizard looked at me. I looked at the lizard. The is something so very, very old about a lizard's gaze. The lizard didn't move. Okay. I thought. That's weird. It was on the door, but didn't move when I rattled and slid the latch, swung the door open and shut. Maybe it's dead, I thought. But no. It was clearly looking at me. I looked back. Okay. I thought. I'll walk Choco and it will be gone when we get back. It wasn't. So I had to gingerly get in through both doors, then latch and close and padlock the metal door (which I do at night) which involved putting the lock on less than an inch from the lizard. Hell, less than 1/2" from the lizard. I really didn't want the lizard to panic and run up my arm or something. It didn't. I was relieved. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I kept thinking about the lizard. It wasn't dead, but maybe it was injured. No. What would an injured lizard be doing on a crossbar three feet off the ground on my door? Maybe it really was dead and someone had put it there as a hex. (I do live in a neighborhood of curanderas and witches, and this is not as completely far-fetched as it might seem...) Don't be ridiculous, I thought. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So I went upstairs and puttered around for a couple of hours. At about midnight, I was starting to get into my nightie and get ready for bed and I decided to go see if the lizard was gone. It wasn't. It looked at me. I looked at it. Back upstairs I decided the storm had either knocked it off an upper terrace or it had been washed out of somewhere and had climbed on the door to get safely out of the torrents of rain. Then I remembered that lizards are like snakes in that they go into a state of torpor when cold. The lizard must have gotten wet and cold and then crawled onto the metal door, which undoubtedly made it colder. Okay. I went to bed. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I got up at 8 to let Choco out. The lizard was still there. It looked at me. Shit, I thought. I carefully opened the door and closed it behind us. The sun hadn't yet cleared the hill and it was still cool. We walked. We returned. The lizard looked at me. I carefully opened the door and closed it behind us. I decided to wait until the sun had fully hit the metal door for at least an hour and the door and the lizard had a chance to warm up. At about 10, I went to the door. The lizard was gone. I looked everywhere around the door. Gone. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pondering the Visitation of the Lizard, I consulted my Medicine Cards, which reminded me that Lizard is the Dreamer and the energy is from the Dream World of Symbols and Shadows. Pay attention She said, looking at me with her old, old eyes. To your Dreams, your Fears, your Synchronicities, your Inner World. Pay attention.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;font-size:large;"> --Hope Swann</span></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-44874587021323741712009-10-14T23:03:00.003-04:002009-10-14T23:13:07.690-04:00Love Thursday Eleven: Me, Mammers, and a Balloon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2Zt3CJEaEZZtCz8oaZrT70BSqvRG2pvuvm4qjVkkKDEO5YAAxNOYkpAEXpB19qfeuLyquNlJFlsOix17ue8p50FLWXBNCA3a-lHc5SjT1GL5YX1b0kTiZXbXwnW778Wz2524PZjKaeEm/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2Zt3CJEaEZZtCz8oaZrT70BSqvRG2pvuvm4qjVkkKDEO5YAAxNOYkpAEXpB19qfeuLyquNlJFlsOix17ue8p50FLWXBNCA3a-lHc5SjT1GL5YX1b0kTiZXbXwnW778Wz2524PZjKaeEm/s400/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392658748892746658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">See how happy Mom is after riding in her birthday balloon?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhay_g_SjZQKnzcfedeG28KY8m_8UKUXhHEFRkfv3y_kuBWeS3gfn74cGwG_M0SjnX9oXZbbl385DhKco0jjzNTXbaz_nLqFcUNNtk86ElxEXnOp6PWnn_xRZopeFLHDOB_8gEGlTBiud76/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhay_g_SjZQKnzcfedeG28KY8m_8UKUXhHEFRkfv3y_kuBWeS3gfn74cGwG_M0SjnX9oXZbbl385DhKco0jjzNTXbaz_nLqFcUNNtk86ElxEXnOp6PWnn_xRZopeFLHDOB_8gEGlTBiud76/s400/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392658736441088386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ToCGSUPrWzwCaji27_xF1rqIWQqR532KH0-gaoq7u5Nw8R677i_FzyOU7BYzgBhuyY8MMvw95w76kkRnzCk1-hoALgYyPayoXSmxHsswoXwdBqwLcWBCle7pONSuNEcCMr-WvOo0RKJD/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ToCGSUPrWzwCaji27_xF1rqIWQqR532KH0-gaoq7u5Nw8R677i_FzyOU7BYzgBhuyY8MMvw95w76kkRnzCk1-hoALgYyPayoXSmxHsswoXwdBqwLcWBCle7pONSuNEcCMr-WvOo0RKJD/s400/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392658732439410898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xhl3pFEhFNTsrODVc7e_JJQhoaGNYdFIqUYhEoLex0hBRnTEzRI5cdurhXKq3oh1-2dU1uwZmYRwBOzShLIppZdcgEHRcecZ9roZRSur5eBjq_FfGMmrRFNik2mOOcEoz_nIjaWHoK6s/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xhl3pFEhFNTsrODVc7e_JJQhoaGNYdFIqUYhEoLex0hBRnTEzRI5cdurhXKq3oh1-2dU1uwZmYRwBOzShLIppZdcgEHRcecZ9roZRSur5eBjq_FfGMmrRFNik2mOOcEoz_nIjaWHoK6s/s400/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392658725188321474" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More Love Thursday at <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/">Chookooloonks</a>.</div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-31966966889759849102009-10-08T00:00:00.005-04:002009-10-08T14:40:56.370-04:00Love Thursday Guest Post: Gideon's Bowlful<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><br /></div>I slept all the way to 6 AM this rainy Monday morning, and I might have slept longer if the demon I adore, a big black cat with a deviated septum who snerks and snores and stakes out the best part of the bed, hadn't begun wailing for food. He can't smell, and although his bowl is rarely empty, he lives with the persistent notion that there is no food left in the universe. I usually give in and get up and march him to the laundry room and put his hard head down in his bowl, and he snerks and snorts and dives in, eating like a stray who hasn't seen a meal in weeks.<br /><br />But blissfully, this morning Gideon meandered heavy footed down the stairs, wailing all the while, and presumably found his way to his own bowl where there was no doubt food waiting. I rolled over in my warm bed next to my warm husband (who also snerks and snores), and he cuddled closer, waking briefly to say "We had a good weekend, didn't we?". I nodded into his shoulder, a strange feeling spreading in my chest - was that - could it be - happiness?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br />We had a completely unremarkable weekend by most standards. I went shopping for baby clothes with my pregnant daughter, an errand more of fun than necessity since the wee bairn is just now the size of a small apple, and Sunday night I cooked meatloaf and mashed potatoes for my son home from college. But I got out of the house without a panic attack, and I didn't cry over the baby clothes, or have a fit when the grated carrots went all over the place, and for two nights in a row I slept. Remarkable.<br /><br />For a long time now I've been wandering heavy footed and wailing, certain that there was no sustenance for me in the Universe, and even when some well-meaning person shoved my head down into my full bowl, I refused to eat. I don't fool myself into believing that a handful of meds have healed me completely, but this morning Gideon found his own way and I went back to sleep, hopeful that I might be finding mine. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>---J. Caroline Boatright</span></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-3283507129534873192009-10-06T21:26:00.004-04:002009-10-06T21:39:39.884-04:00Carlos' Trick<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT3-KuSAgVnHA8inGtjsEmCXoMyNGkU-kTpO_viITw4lBeNuiAH5thP5Aj5AbR-ZBmYipQ0WiXbrjH-d_rwz7ZZD0CvzTux08SVIOLXcehZbXBOaEIBfdB9BfRwsVogoEEv83AZlpf9vW/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT3-KuSAgVnHA8inGtjsEmCXoMyNGkU-kTpO_viITw4lBeNuiAH5thP5Aj5AbR-ZBmYipQ0WiXbrjH-d_rwz7ZZD0CvzTux08SVIOLXcehZbXBOaEIBfdB9BfRwsVogoEEv83AZlpf9vW/s400/DSCN0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389666121965864962" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><table cellspacing="0" width="100%" style=" margin-top: 5px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><br /></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.</span></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">--Carlos Castaneda</span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-47489742441402935722009-10-02T08:40:00.009-04:002009-10-02T11:07:50.540-04:00Beckon Lovely Again<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm still crazy about Amy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(see old <a href="http://lolasuzanne.blogspot.com/2009/04/beckon-lovely.html">post here</a>.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Once again </span><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Chookooloonks</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> has reminded me about Amy Krouse Rosenthal's wonderful videos</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> 17 Things I Made </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and The </span><a href="http://lolasuzanne.blogspot.com/2009/04/beckon-lovely.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Beckoning of Lovely</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Here is her </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Beckoning of Lovely</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> one year later..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/e_yN12S6o3Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/e_yN12S6o3Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">AND Amy is making a movie, but she's not doing it the Hollywood way...</span><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/kMJt_B-6QlA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/kMJt_B-6QlA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object></span></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-69565157330467377902009-09-23T09:33:00.002-04:002009-09-23T09:38:06.011-04:00Kids on the OceanI've stolen these from my friend Sue Camarados who found them on the web. I'm grinning. Thought you might too.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">Children writing about the ocean:</div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; "><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">1) This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. (Kelly, age 6) </div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">2) Oysters' balls are called pearls. (Jerry, age 6)</div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">3) If you are surrounded by ocean you are an island. If you don't have ocean all round you, you are incontinent. ( Wayne , age 7)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">4) Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson . She's not my friend any more. (Kylie, age 6)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">5) My uncle goes out in his boat with 2 other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs. (Millie, age 6)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">6) When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn't blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans.. (William, age 7)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">7) Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really? (Helen, age 6)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">8) Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves into chargers. (Christopher, age 7)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">9) The ocean is made up of water and fish. Why the fish don't drown I don't know. (Bobby, age 6)<br /><br /></div><div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; font-size: 1.2em; ">10) My dad was a sailor on the ocean. He knows all about the ocean. What he doesn't know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom. (James, 7)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-40115976387442320172009-09-19T01:26:00.002-04:002009-09-19T01:28:50.617-04:00Grace in Small Things #197 of 365<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">1. How the internet can make me laugh... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">2. <a href="http://yougottobekidding.wordpress.com/2009/09/08/research-confirms-that-drinking-gives-you-the-same-benefits-yoga-does/" target="_blank">This post showing yoga</a> having the same benefit as drinking... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">3. <a href="http://carriefisher.com/?p=462" target="_blank">This post</a> of Carrie Fisher's about her weight and shape. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">4. <a href="http://indignet.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/save-your-clams-avoid-the-emergency-room/" target="_blank">This post</a> about trying to open plastic packaging </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">5. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SDhrgETDYY" target="_blank">Sophia the Beagle's amazing chicken wire climb</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-83585401050512385662009-09-17T21:52:00.002-04:002009-09-17T21:55:16.331-04:00Grace in Small Things #196 of 365<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><br /></div>1. Laptops with cameras! <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/NSaVHIgTRRTiaQJDEgoiAn48A1WLc4Mj5DN*GjavaOVOCK8GcfrZUma4YvtYzO2bshHQtzy0W2BHeYzpVzV8s4iDj6G7BOCn/Photo33.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/NSaVHIgTRRTiaQJDEgoiAn48A1WLc4Mj5DN*GjavaOVOCK8GcfrZUma4YvtYzO2bshHQtzy0W2BHeYzpVzV8s4iDj6G7BOCn/Photo33.jpg?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 2. Punk, supplier of infinite inexpensive entertainment<p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/UxidmEnrpB-ilRN-S7Ca7X0k8l1cbw3Sm*fOZjAEHNqrK8O-V9PuRZjYGl0ErcEUdbAUCtX8bnkhVU*ljK4LPbkD8euEtslx/DSCN0775.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/UxidmEnrpB-ilRN-S7Ca7X0k8l1cbw3Sm*fOZjAEHNqrK8O-V9PuRZjYGl0ErcEUdbAUCtX8bnkhVU*ljK4LPbkD8euEtslx/DSCN0775.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 3. Judge rolling in the grass. Even after spine surgery, he's still got it! <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/466lxTNq7xj0KeMG69vRFJcHfmOufzznjQX3b3STat2V*fN70ejDCsenkPm49DGwIZelwhyuLZLLGO0iV0FeEi3hLtftdQgb/DSCN0774.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/466lxTNq7xj0KeMG69vRFJcHfmOufzznjQX3b3STat2V*fN70ejDCsenkPm49DGwIZelwhyuLZLLGO0iV0FeEi3hLtftdQgb/DSCN0774.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 4. Calling Cambo on his new cell phone he got for his FIFTEENTH birthday! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">5. This blue lamp which gives me a little bit of joy everyday when it clicks on at 5pm and clicks off at 11.<p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/CUJ8j3AVHZ5NPd-ndvJ1YKag6siOKb8EM-nbnwcg7lPqj4zSj1FhlvEK*QWN*a4wk7eSreCHzAQR8PCfsqWVAmO*ZXyeYYgd/DSCN0735.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CUJ8j3AVHZ5NPd-ndvJ1YKag6siOKb8EM-nbnwcg7lPqj4zSj1FhlvEK*QWN*a4wk7eSreCHzAQR8PCfsqWVAmO*ZXyeYYgd/DSCN0735.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><a href="http://graceinsmallthings.ning.com/">Grace in Small Things</a></span></span></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-43463393958270373222009-09-13T20:16:00.001-04:002009-09-13T20:19:37.847-04:00Grace in Small Things #192 of 365<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><br /></div>1. Me and My first best friend <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/0YU-tdoaMYJwQlFWl1d1FJc3KYLmsBlnoytT5Gou87PwFvzZ9KgYZXdSe5oEN*qjG0vnFJVDfd8Nl26s5deZ9pOsuFXh2qa5/Photo57.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/0YU-tdoaMYJwQlFWl1d1FJc3KYLmsBlnoytT5Gou87PwFvzZ9KgYZXdSe5oEN*qjG0vnFJVDfd8Nl26s5deZ9pOsuFXh2qa5/Photo57.jpg?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 2. This swing on Grandma's front porch (looking through the old parlor windows. <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/6txRoCAeECxVlh1RB0hPzSqXTCV-l8D4*L3D7qE5Vxv1SPbZTv5oqB4Zr53MNbAcx0-XNZZa8vDA*zBtpWjSUxdipAz0AYkf/DSCN0715.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/6txRoCAeECxVlh1RB0hPzSqXTCV-l8D4*L3D7qE5Vxv1SPbZTv5oqB4Zr53MNbAcx0-XNZZa8vDA*zBtpWjSUxdipAz0AYkf/DSCN0715.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 3. This painting Lisa is working on in my studio <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/K7POQ7WAcnIVZUYtPjGOr*3DYLZ5dhg2OHSuygE5gLp5gIZ-xCF-W8-tvMIKeNNRAgvGF5atXGnHy4PqHJCW1-o3eGlC4WS2/DSCN0732.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/K7POQ7WAcnIVZUYtPjGOr*3DYLZ5dhg2OHSuygE5gLp5gIZ-xCF-W8-tvMIKeNNRAgvGF5atXGnHy4PqHJCW1-o3eGlC4WS2/DSCN0732.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 4. This dog sitting on the bookshelf at the farm. <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/6txRoCAeECx9quyNNR294wlNQOFSSD*fp-OrQWwQ916CsEBsPGRw*hTlG5XQZm9mrA65NNo7SW7C531*Dv*zflATiuC*f4rp/DSCN0712.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/6txRoCAeECx9quyNNR294wlNQOFSSD*fp-OrQWwQ916CsEBsPGRw*hTlG5XQZm9mrA65NNo7SW7C531*Dv*zflATiuC*f4rp/DSCN0712.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 5. This glass heart <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/CqE8Xu56zB2BmkDdQDYQQLny-FS6QpoScJS4NOEm7MPrErtkRU7TLigGiu4Q2h-Uiz0iCuMGDdoxTUmZCH5woe19XCSDlWZx/DSCN0742.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CqE8Xu56zB2BmkDdQDYQQLny-FS6QpoScJS4NOEm7MPrErtkRU7TLigGiu4Q2h-Uiz0iCuMGDdoxTUmZCH5woe19XCSDlWZx/DSCN0742.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">go to <a href="http://graceinsmallthings.ning.com/">Grace in Small Things</a></p></span>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-77154926157085249732009-09-09T23:12:00.007-04:002009-09-09T23:24:20.959-04:00Love Thursday #12: Grandma turns 98<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Grandma turned 98 last week and we had a big party at her farmhouse.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJkEnFxJBuT0TlcWgn2QKULdmQmwFpq_vyQV3jRZIJpmfcKCFCu6dsKbOJ-TFWjT0hda0yEDAXh72_Cm8N6QgZp4UJ3g5tM5STFyCAH1SuRR9Lr6QtW4oV4SZsrzYEN-OU-NfCIP9rX0J/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJkEnFxJBuT0TlcWgn2QKULdmQmwFpq_vyQV3jRZIJpmfcKCFCu6dsKbOJ-TFWjT0hda0yEDAXh72_Cm8N6QgZp4UJ3g5tM5STFyCAH1SuRR9Lr6QtW4oV4SZsrzYEN-OU-NfCIP9rX0J/s400/DSCN0643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379673568045610738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Grandma's greeting party as she comes down the van lift.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YaX3-8hVKkGmbtaBQU9w1TubrpXrt6bN-jkAdOSaPwoWgz9jP0IIDRTL8teR8SOUSK58us_R69RS6vhqGSSZBYq7lhr3wGAZjb7FeadhoE-JWk-NriNfak_GAdtSxOaScavetRTBn0K5/s400/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379672704639006882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Grandma with one of her great grandkids and pooch.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-76997336894909741762009-08-23T22:00:00.001-04:002009-08-23T22:02:39.546-04:00Grace in Small Things #171 of 365<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1. This night sky in North Carolina Blue Ridge <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/-34JnauFCWypnfQfluX3hVtvEb0cEwynt8crzHzNmdIuNoG4GKrYqyD*KL9TVwLwW05Yj8IGRV9H*x8lJrb7Xgeg5u4ZQkFj/DSCN0601.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/-34JnauFCWypnfQfluX3hVtvEb0cEwynt8crzHzNmdIuNoG4GKrYqyD*KL9TVwLwW05Yj8IGRV9H*x8lJrb7Xgeg5u4ZQkFj/DSCN0601.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 2. This ampi-theater where I got to tell my stories on Saturday night <p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/9*HNFivjN8VdmGImPRNNDgYT6p9r11j1TEZi11e*gQobfSC2ZWLgetmaTJ1h7**UHhUljVio0R3gUP1DeAgpy3WW5PYvE-9*/DSCN0603.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/9*HNFivjN8VdmGImPRNNDgYT6p9r11j1TEZi11e*gQobfSC2ZWLgetmaTJ1h7**UHhUljVio0R3gUP1DeAgpy3WW5PYvE-9*/DSCN0603.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 3. Mountain and foothill loot:<p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/q3sLEehgr2nxUe9VNiubn1VCliEkmbJcPdFV6Q09*2CSCO7hYJzWvRD7bYcWb8ppEdW4dy3yeG8REoqnSxkc1rD7qRfpLCxk/DSCN0615.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/q3sLEehgr2nxUe9VNiubn1VCliEkmbJcPdFV6Q09*2CSCO7hYJzWvRD7bYcWb8ppEdW4dy3yeG8REoqnSxkc1rD7qRfpLCxk/DSCN0615.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 4. My loving cousins who loved on my dogs, spic n span'd my refrigerator, organized my studio, all for love. My ten year-old cousin left me her hand-drawn kisses:<p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/hjcncQzSBqIOvX8VrKlgUndEEkaMEDwotDG3UAn0W7NMAbdUkNnCAqhch3seOJtnk4wpbmAaxBX1GCntKJGBGr-vC5Rcb42S/DSCN0609.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/hjcncQzSBqIOvX8VrKlgUndEEkaMEDwotDG3UAn0W7NMAbdUkNnCAqhch3seOJtnk4wpbmAaxBX1GCntKJGBGr-vC5Rcb42S/DSCN0609.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p> 5. Welcome home greeting party:<p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/tHu9uv0gLABo68j*qcqsRKwF6iJdj6Q0zdj9041hNXa9N0zknli7TyPY4Gho8WLuzCsmV52LQuD2rDWzO2gDCK3wCDCiZ-Wp/DSCN0576.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/tHu9uv0gLABo68j*qcqsRKwF6iJdj6Q0zdj9041hNXa9N0zknli7TyPY4Gho8WLuzCsmV52LQuD2rDWzO2gDCK3wCDCiZ-Wp/DSCN0576.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-2461391835834501512009-08-20T21:33:00.002-04:002009-08-20T21:35:43.127-04:00Grace in Small Things #169 of 365<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><br /></div>1. creamy goat cheese and pears, cold dry white wine </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2. girls at any age sitting around the pool catching up</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3. male forearms </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4. excellent words whose sounds match their meaning like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">buzz</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">zing</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">sanctimonious</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5. bedside tables</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-25374605726491572252009-08-13T09:53:00.003-04:002009-08-13T10:02:40.808-04:00Love Thursday #11: Blowing Bubbles<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UjsX1Xm-VW8nxBCuEysISCG9U2xHJzqO5mbLVWab2wcOKuAsFHFlAmB-C-e0Tq7AnF_WmNw_UiXypRSO2S3UIm46-NvxE5YiJLpl4iAkKujf-kLAwj_obNXmT13_HeiSncQNrtS0tgLA/s1600-h/DSCN0519.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UjsX1Xm-VW8nxBCuEysISCG9U2xHJzqO5mbLVWab2wcOKuAsFHFlAmB-C-e0Tq7AnF_WmNw_UiXypRSO2S3UIm46-NvxE5YiJLpl4iAkKujf-kLAwj_obNXmT13_HeiSncQNrtS0tgLA/s400/DSCN0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369446618034685602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AbITT0YSG5Hi6lC0idS7Z1GK-NYY3APsBD7I4mAX1ep3uyFJysaJHz_xA-TBvYvxKrH5goo6GwEN8qnaXJD7lrsSfl8B3P3Vp0rvYlxsH9-kMAooqRUF45n3Awh50tSpAzQgG0Ex80Y3/s1600-h/DSCN0522.JPG"><br /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jmqRD1LZJDdV8DQBeZLVnL4kr2p8hmQNp5oo0-rrcKgKuFWqb_Ck51_3u3yjI3STaBEv6gNB1bYr9TKykLqqLCTG9s1FRVsHD87_wqzMRY3kNgXvrrrjbEwR8s8ICojZXQnhVNCAODFq/s1600-h/DSCN0511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jmqRD1LZJDdV8DQBeZLVnL4kr2p8hmQNp5oo0-rrcKgKuFWqb_Ck51_3u3yjI3STaBEv6gNB1bYr9TKykLqqLCTG9s1FRVsHD87_wqzMRY3kNgXvrrrjbEwR8s8ICojZXQnhVNCAODFq/s400/DSCN0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369448076576661826" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you just love bubble blowing?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But it's hard work...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AbITT0YSG5Hi6lC0idS7Z1GK-NYY3APsBD7I4mAX1ep3uyFJysaJHz_xA-TBvYvxKrH5goo6GwEN8qnaXJD7lrsSfl8B3P3Vp0rvYlxsH9-kMAooqRUF45n3Awh50tSpAzQgG0Ex80Y3/s1600-h/DSCN0522.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AbITT0YSG5Hi6lC0idS7Z1GK-NYY3APsBD7I4mAX1ep3uyFJysaJHz_xA-TBvYvxKrH5goo6GwEN8qnaXJD7lrsSfl8B3P3Vp0rvYlxsH9-kMAooqRUF45n3Awh50tSpAzQgG0Ex80Y3/s400/DSCN0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369448083765182802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For more Love Thursday, Checkout <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/8/13/love-thursday-beauty-redux.html">Chookooloonks</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-1492086291479600912009-08-06T00:00:00.008-04:002009-08-06T08:53:07.729-04:00Love Thursday #10: Stone Fruit<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdBJIwFycvB68SlW0Y8uL1dZOSbU89rZLHrUy15L6pS40PpPRPqIojidkK1oVuKPDRDERVbR02Z6bxzTc2t49M524FNwFvi98kcz9iIcUNKd-mQySa4CioJ1dEBxUPjYSqBrcAINMGmuF/s1600-h/DSCN0463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdBJIwFycvB68SlW0Y8uL1dZOSbU89rZLHrUy15L6pS40PpPRPqIojidkK1oVuKPDRDERVbR02Z6bxzTc2t49M524FNwFvi98kcz9iIcUNKd-mQySa4CioJ1dEBxUPjYSqBrcAINMGmuF/s400/DSCN0463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366672367105695554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Keb Mo played on the stereo and a terrific thunderstorm pounded outside while I made this</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://www.locationlaura.com/2009/08/another-day-at-convalescent-home-with.html">Stone Fruit Patchwork Bake</a>. Something about baking <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://www.locationlaura.com/2009/08/another-day-at-convalescent-home-with.html">simple peach & cherry cobbler</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">with </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">folks you love in mind--it feels important. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For more Love Thursday, check out <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/">Chookooloonks</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-48254600470636349482009-07-30T09:07:00.005-04:002009-07-30T09:18:10.163-04:00Love Thursday #9: Grandma at 98<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Grandma turns 98 in August. I'm lucky to have her around.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCG8wkdcTqEwbzCIelwYpHsH3HZUcD3PHw1ft5kEDPbDP7HcqEIui2vgG4iJ4eLDiTiYjPeD0hwb5ZneGgL2MBUi3B8-5CmtaMefW5lm2yPUNKHJahzYuGXMGAaN3URkTYjf1VahoYnzw/s1600-h/IMG00014-20090726-0914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCG8wkdcTqEwbzCIelwYpHsH3HZUcD3PHw1ft5kEDPbDP7HcqEIui2vgG4iJ4eLDiTiYjPeD0hwb5ZneGgL2MBUi3B8-5CmtaMefW5lm2yPUNKHJahzYuGXMGAaN3URkTYjf1VahoYnzw/s400/IMG00014-20090726-0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364239893904068706" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We're throwing her a party at her house which is down the road from the rest home. She and her wheel chair will ride in a van with a lift. Her daddy built the house and many others in the area almost 100 years ago. She's still running things, so we won't be bringing any presents, just a bunch of love</span>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For more Love Thursday, checkout <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/">Chookooloonks</a>.</span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-39350728915873668042009-07-23T12:00:00.003-04:002009-07-23T12:00:02.725-04:00Love Thursday #8: Maters<div>My friends who farm shower me with tomato love: Heirloom, Pineapple, German, Roma, yellow, cherry...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gE8TY9I2y1OfYWKbvXHWAaGMDyCiT-kf8YkdpT9jSNKcjUyu4bGI39M4_TCF_h0bSgoPFR5LWr9Qs6okIPMvHAusux3QR210qDRm9Rxivrc2-Ls70F4UYFrMM24y6GdiFH7IXE2WUhE/s400/DSCN0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361115616072700802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kristin and Marc Daly's dining room table with bounty from their Albemarle, NC farm.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For more Love Thursday, check out <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/">Chookooloonks</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-81824553191542053832009-07-16T00:00:00.003-04:002009-07-16T09:04:05.259-04:00Love Thursday #7: Grandma and Grandpa's Farm<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Visiting my Dad's parents when I was a kid meant climbing in the hayloft, riding on the back of a tractor, simple meals, and early bedtimes. Years later, I moved into the farmhouse for a time. Even now, I recognize the farm as being the only constant landmark in my life. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UA8HocDxyjH9m7ByKg81jaFSt3n6PQ9vhjWU5QzCu1kKSaIVH12vcVjFuPu3fqai4BjajtvkXxleJaCiRNtPL6T6ntZu3btT2MUz6KMsPSn85cFmXURL427aDEaUnA6R-YI245_B-SjS/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The spring pasture and Judge</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV97b1KCGZ7nWCZDM00JB1Q-LmXEM5zTR9rm_VbICaeOdv0C-k00jjPKTuN-2N7u3G7pwKYS86JagUZTbD69zyue8RKhXU1WCMRO5dTavmxp-HT-s6wFcv8NYyIGvsluL4tx-c1zll7Dqo/s1600-h/JudgeoddcolumbineAOL_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV97b1KCGZ7nWCZDM00JB1Q-LmXEM5zTR9rm_VbICaeOdv0C-k00jjPKTuN-2N7u3G7pwKYS86JagUZTbD69zyue8RKhXU1WCMRO5dTavmxp-HT-s6wFcv8NYyIGvsluL4tx-c1zll7Dqo/s400/JudgeoddcolumbineAOL_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358873577566099138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The now dilapidated barns and silo viewed from the house</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCJTUFBmWWXAgG3ENpZNSTRT80jsEN8jHZylUBEDMg-z9wNr68Ol1jTNGVHSNaFueq1o9WJp1MfLV23KdyxySMG6LSlOxJDZ3WxjYrZMcAvDzJew8oJVjGECoUsDL_FwrKmpue562f3pC/s1600-h/Siloshadows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCJTUFBmWWXAgG3ENpZNSTRT80jsEN8jHZylUBEDMg-z9wNr68Ol1jTNGVHSNaFueq1o9WJp1MfLV23KdyxySMG6LSlOxJDZ3WxjYrZMcAvDzJew8oJVjGECoUsDL_FwrKmpue562f3pC/s400/Siloshadows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358872583028716930" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">viewed from the pasture</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFdcLBAfaNSINnTM2wJDsZ46empnTZIXoQ9VO8f8MgqjuQLs7EXt6orAr0x998NO-JD0SyjNOs55mO9fZbRNSUgDUxjy1dK-AU7XV9b_3LLU1SeypzjeCx6aC04ExgG4JuWctGm4PdqTV/s1600-h/Creasy+Greens+(wintercress)+the+farm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFdcLBAfaNSINnTM2wJDsZ46empnTZIXoQ9VO8f8MgqjuQLs7EXt6orAr0x998NO-JD0SyjNOs55mO9fZbRNSUgDUxjy1dK-AU7XV9b_3LLU1SeypzjeCx6aC04ExgG4JuWctGm4PdqTV/s400/Creasy+Greens+(wintercress)+the+farm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358872577795103394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The hayfield</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywzT6I3iY-warmE2rv2-UEJn-K1cUHUjS8yFKF2rNCSwc8d3AZrz2_8P9CSrdIIhF5z6Rvf1SpNTvN3x9G47nzsS43WQ8Qs2oshupw7TOUr2Gg1SRXY541a9TdvIHbjZB3VSG6rdHyBs8/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywzT6I3iY-warmE2rv2-UEJn-K1cUHUjS8yFKF2rNCSwc8d3AZrz2_8P9CSrdIIhF5z6Rvf1SpNTvN3x9G47nzsS43WQ8Qs2oshupw7TOUr2Gg1SRXY541a9TdvIHbjZB3VSG6rdHyBs8/s400/P1010021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358870370452303906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">rainy day cows</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJOe5YpJICWzS7_SdzTKU3r4IkWoGXlruYnJwoZtxy0yLPEGmDlDZPQb2W7GEWxWN59BttAR1rEj32tJdU-dRnEr7FhyphenhyphenZ6LXy46QKCRNXOKDJ45SUKAOJx6iMbi40iG5UCztx3KvmTzzV/s1600-h/P5050191.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJOe5YpJICWzS7_SdzTKU3r4IkWoGXlruYnJwoZtxy0yLPEGmDlDZPQb2W7GEWxWN59BttAR1rEj32tJdU-dRnEr7FhyphenhyphenZ6LXy46QKCRNXOKDJ45SUKAOJx6iMbi40iG5UCztx3KvmTzzV/s400/P5050191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358870361758604386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For more Love Thursday, checkout <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/16/love-thursday-forty-two.html">Chookooloonks</a>.</div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-33261121508919238342009-07-12T19:03:00.005-04:002009-07-13T21:54:16.312-04:00Grace in Small Things #144 of 365<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">1. Blowing Bubbles</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"> 2. Kristin's Tomato Pie, Mama's basil: <p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CPrm5ARlQaUgeG-wY64RRBhIjgZzqUcy3duvZAOMyLa1YTmg299uDFSDWjABiwWt-IYVC7xFBdmT5E7Q79qeoZ1NeKblRgaO/DSCN0351.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> 3. <a href="http://katechurch.wordpress.com/2009/06/24/w-a-n-n-a-b-e-e-s/bees-3-2/">Kate's Wannabee</a> sewn and sculpted all by her lonesome: <p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CPrm5ARlQaU8jGWwNVvjfYhTMNSTs7KJHmvlq*2DeOzxxBpHiWNs9PSuDZSqb82t*YJ2ll1XiO1PIIh6YsZLTOR2v6oQ9tkO/DSCN0340.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> 4. Backyard blooms despite the heat <p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CPrm5ARlQaWGvGlne2hPSMNEGdKfqmrdW7LljjiJqKbUqCXdy4OoLwlPaVrzlnPIOv68PDU-X6qWY0SW3Lg7fR-rVZ5cN*3m/DSCN0195.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> 5.Punkadoo (click to get a better look.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><a class="noborder" href="http://api.ning.com/files/CPrm5ARlQaWlNB-eEWw12VU2b6yD1jjZoJmZpIX2PJIW5Xu2E8aQ8OIFro-zAT85h7ZMvRznbe86xPX-jI4y4McDw9O61cut/DSCN0320.JPG" target="_blank"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/CPrm5ARlQaWlNB-eEWw12VU2b6yD1jjZoJmZpIX2PJIW5Xu2E8aQ8OIFro-zAT85h7ZMvRznbe86xPX-jI4y4McDw9O61cut/DSCN0320.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></span></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-33373172582406867942009-07-09T00:00:00.000-04:002009-07-09T00:00:46.193-04:00Love Thursday #6: Watermelon!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQOx-Ba3fOZ36hRP2z0uTBQYdKxuEAzGztO41unDb5Xlb8kqWR979HkqngKtiBQrUGPX7W0dWNjjW67IQPtfy3F3cQLeNAED6WmUxrgqmNDbwaIPwp8B1OSN5oofHftDArJCNz-kUcYmP/s1600-h/DSCN0309.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQOx-Ba3fOZ36hRP2z0uTBQYdKxuEAzGztO41unDb5Xlb8kqWR979HkqngKtiBQrUGPX7W0dWNjjW67IQPtfy3F3cQLeNAED6WmUxrgqmNDbwaIPwp8B1OSN5oofHftDArJCNz-kUcYmP/s400/DSCN0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356255672765210738" /></a><div><br /></div><div>For more Love Thursday, check out <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/">Chookooloonks</a>!</div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-11355252406201160072009-07-07T22:04:00.003-04:002009-07-07T22:08:03.065-04:00Grace in Small Things #139<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">1. This cashier<p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/SQ3yTe01lUuiFMrJvJbOe6XpbX-6h78qvJpu4ggWhEN9XlwW2ofBHPlWEChHYEMcLA8CIb8i4*ul25x7cWb7-MENs25g9TvC/DSCN0311.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> with July 4th Hair. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">2.<p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/ovKEuXgdktgvDOgw9fj4myMgZo7hqgBZBIL0Ml4rPtv-5tiEZPqg5uMoOkGyBa4G9Kmp-Up1NKCJObsW4lX0mp92JlxedsCT/DSCN0309.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> This girl.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">3.<p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/ovKEuXgdktigMrOJ2AvQdpl0Meu9V-yQxXgNzkqILOPFb1y88u5qxk9M1OmYbC85Gaygo9qjnw0PKXgHYu-T7MZB9dnXsQLi/DSCN0304.JPG?width=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></p> These gals. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">4. and <a href="http://www.catherineandersonstudio.com/index.html" target="_blank">this studio</a> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">5.<p style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/SQ3yTe01lUvWNkrWIQXdgq-7W77aWs*qmD9e*z0mQt2RJcJPO55BiwymPDhZC0nqEX8f2Nu0ItF2p9qzyKpBzDcksVLCunFr/DSCN0313.JPG?width=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></p> These parents.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-20153510884981974562009-07-07T13:22:00.003-04:002009-07-07T22:09:13.168-04:00Revisiting Max Ehrmann<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Because it's still inspiring...</span></span></span></ul><ul><br /></ul><ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata">Desiderata </a></span><br /><br />Go placidly amid the noise and haste,<br />and remember what peace there may be in silence.<br />As far as possible without surrender<br />be on good terms with all persons.<br />Speak your truth quietly and clearly;<br />and listen to others,<br />even the dull and the ignorant;<br />they too have their story.<br /><p>Avoid loud and aggressive persons,<br />they are vexations to the spirit.<br />If you compare yourself with others,<br />you may become vain and bitter;<br />for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.<br />Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.<br /></p><p>Keep interested in your own career, however humble;<br />it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.<br />Exercise caution in your business affairs;<br />for the world is full of trickery.<br />But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;<br />many persons strive for high ideals;<br />and everywhere life is full of heroism.<br /></p><p>Be yourself.<br />Especially, do not feign affection.<br />Neither be cynical about love;<br />for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment<br />it is as perennial as the grass.<br /></p><p>Take kindly the counsel of the years,<br />gracefully surrendering the things of youth.<br />Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.<br />But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.<br />Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.<br />Beyond a wholesome discipline,<br />be gentle with yourself.<br /></p><p>You are a child of the universe,<br />no less than the trees and the stars;<br />you have a right to be here.<br />And whether or not it is clear to you,<br />no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.<br /></p><p>Therefore be at peace with God,<br />whatever you conceive Him to be,<br />and whatever your labors and aspirations,<br />in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.<br /></p><p>With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,<br />it is still a beautiful world.<br />Be cheerful.<br />Strive to be happy.<br /></p><p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Ehrmann">Max Ehrmann</a>, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.<br /></p></ul></span>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132648091973670711.post-64215898108882751892009-07-02T01:00:00.001-04:002009-07-02T07:59:34.683-04:00Love Thursday #5: Purpley Certain<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfC4vbDM0UKhtpTgN3uaCl511XZH6_JXGkMwqysYRtFU85XCWbLPxploBBe306CY_8xaRilqAFwh31CjWt5n0cLJPwzTiqy398M0wA0VVB_3Z0XE2uH1vJEIlS1gcOqTUj9exNWDOVBuR/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfC4vbDM0UKhtpTgN3uaCl511XZH6_JXGkMwqysYRtFU85XCWbLPxploBBe306CY_8xaRilqAFwh31CjWt5n0cLJPwzTiqy398M0wA0VVB_3Z0XE2uH1vJEIlS1gcOqTUj9exNWDOVBuR/s400/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352985815319410034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My friend </span><a href="http://HopeSwann.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hope</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> decided I must have her purpley chair. She and her husband dropped it off at my house Sunday. I christened it with my favorite blue pillow. Then spent the rest of the night walking in and out of the sun room to look at it. I get a little jolt everytime I see it's bright bold poofiness.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">F</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">v</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">k</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">C</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">h</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">k</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">l</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">n</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">k</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/2009/7/2/love-thursday-love-and-joy.html">s</a>.</span></div></div></div>LoLahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187821499828667788noreply@blogger.com2