tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12872825621658756432024-02-19T07:34:52.918-08:00Melody NotesMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-31311723256081027692011-05-30T20:03:00.000-07:002011-05-30T20:07:55.270-07:00Memorial Day ~ Civil War Letter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3IxDPOOxT_XuAd8CqbDRbsTDb9MSiBotzzHMCdwS7oWCH9_3V7EMOYtAznPICzqRoawIkaKX0yCkhJy1HHI-GJKRNN1C1X7RXcOtAVJpLz_uBLqW12uK9WELG84dwzRVpGr8XXcuI9s/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3IxDPOOxT_XuAd8CqbDRbsTDb9MSiBotzzHMCdwS7oWCH9_3V7EMOYtAznPICzqRoawIkaKX0yCkhJy1HHI-GJKRNN1C1X7RXcOtAVJpLz_uBLqW12uK9WELG84dwzRVpGr8XXcuI9s/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612711576660236882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">One of the many blessings we enjoy in this country is that we are free, and we know well the sacrifices of men and women who serve in the military have made-especially at this time of year. How hard it is to answer a nations call at the suffering of those you love most of all-And of all the letters written home to family over the more than 200 years of this nations history, none is more compelling than the one written by Sullivan Ballou, a Major in the 2<sup>nd</sup> Rhode Island Volunteers, to his wife; Sarah, in Smithfield in the early days of the Civil war.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:date month="7" day="14" year="1861"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">July 14<sup>th</sup>, 1861</span></st1:date><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place><st1:city><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Georgia">Washington</span></st1:city><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Georgia">, </span><st1:state><span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Georgia">DC</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">My very dear Sarah,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American civilization now leans on the triumph of the government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing-perfectly willing to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay that debt. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break. And yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly, with all these chains to the battlefield.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">The memory of all these blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I have enjoyed them so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years when, God willing,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>we might have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">But, oh Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you in the brightest days and in the darkest nights. Always. Always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath; and as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do no not mourn me dead: Think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Major Sullivan Ballou<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Note: Sullivan Ballou was killed one week later at the first Battle of Bull Run<o:p></o:p></span></p>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-80865377815467234452011-02-22T22:15:00.000-08:002011-02-22T22:26:40.104-08:00Black Sheep Hand Knit Woolens launched on Etsy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfArEU_Snm6rgMbSmtJGuhe1rD3NwxTFeUp7ug6Wtd3eMlQxCGF0YXeBWgJPA_ECjlonU4cWbYHkcfgPNV9B0fx8UJM_IrQEPjU4iOshoyJtyUvzq3Xb8W-8tSf3uZz8BDftd7QLjwpo/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfArEU_Snm6rgMbSmtJGuhe1rD3NwxTFeUp7ug6Wtd3eMlQxCGF0YXeBWgJPA_ECjlonU4cWbYHkcfgPNV9B0fx8UJM_IrQEPjU4iOshoyJtyUvzq3Xb8W-8tSf3uZz8BDftd7QLjwpo/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576766087490320178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Wjhe8cvyHnG8sGFpsDSVa7UpDBIeWYHWP0Fj4qKlgk9osyqb7Mds78VXQo5pap00_-qj_IW8vvhLNgX2cLXpeAKW1LRxtntu9InN7Aw98Rb2XEP75JxC2DpnUmSfCA2FLVenH2yGKBA/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Wjhe8cvyHnG8sGFpsDSVa7UpDBIeWYHWP0Fj4qKlgk9osyqb7Mds78VXQo5pap00_-qj_IW8vvhLNgX2cLXpeAKW1LRxtntu9InN7Aw98Rb2XEP75JxC2DpnUmSfCA2FLVenH2yGKBA/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576765736937472866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEcvtI7GaZRuHfQVatbTYnjyR9mDfFn15fcedT8CCvf2LppZ2hsPCNbUVAC5Zj2uBU26tnBtzV6VPxH-EqRuFCA09kV7KlldOPZmZCd6idyVHrdGGUBh4O42pk541TVxajx_xQITJ-Tg/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEcvtI7GaZRuHfQVatbTYnjyR9mDfFn15fcedT8CCvf2LppZ2hsPCNbUVAC5Zj2uBU26tnBtzV6VPxH-EqRuFCA09kV7KlldOPZmZCd6idyVHrdGGUBh4O42pk541TVxajx_xQITJ-Tg/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576765299237869122" /></a>Knitting these fun and funky fingerless gloves fast and furiously these last few months! Wow...that was a mouthful!<div><br /></div><div>Each pair knitted with the finest Wool, Merino Wool, Wool/Acrylic or Acrylic yarn and then to add a little fun...I topped it off with a Vintage button to boot!</div><div><br /></div><div>Find these at my etsy store: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/longtallsallys">http://www.etsy.com/shop/longtallsallys</a></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-17950953060196483172011-01-20T15:33:00.000-08:002011-01-20T15:39:37.916-08:00TIME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb3edlaD0USYcRjiPn8WurCTj6aJV4MQhYuvGiUVrieePsxYodLt9-P24_5i6ZllqqFIHBjFMq6BKCO7wEI4RCpV1zdxRiIpCa3VU4ksb3WC3eRlrBunPfix36iwj5mcoE3etN7c_Ay4/s1600/hourglass.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb3edlaD0USYcRjiPn8WurCTj6aJV4MQhYuvGiUVrieePsxYodLt9-P24_5i6ZllqqFIHBjFMq6BKCO7wEI4RCpV1zdxRiIpCa3VU4ksb3WC3eRlrBunPfix36iwj5mcoE3etN7c_Ay4/s320/hourglass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564416790481484082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Who knows where the time goes?<div><br /></div><div>Across the morning sky all the birds are leaving</div><div>But how can they know it's time for them to go?</div><div>Before the winter's fire</div><div>I will still be dreaming </div><div>I have no thought of time</div><div>For who knows where the time goes?</div><div>Who knows where the time goes?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sad desterted shore, you fickle friends are leaving </div><div>Ah and yet they know it is time for them to go</div><div><br /></div><div>But I will still be here</div><div>I have no thought of leaving</div><div>I do not count the time</div><div><br /></div><div>For who knows where the time goes?</div><div>Who knows where the time goes?</div><div><br /></div><div>And I am not alone while my love is near</div><div>And I know it will be so until it's time to go</div><div><br /></div><div>So count the storms of winter</div><div>And then the birds in spring again</div><div>I have no fear of time</div><div><br /></div><div>For who knows where the time goes?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FLFa2Na_0o">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FLFa2Na_0o</a></div><div><br /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-17325069850674226222010-12-30T11:15:00.000-08:002010-12-30T11:20:40.147-08:00The Yearling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRu8jHeya0swIZZymGsJTQiW1CNfnvhAx0O4gy2Cqmve1LzuI94VOIbSABzY6Rd7G06nrm1Ge5Eqo6e_f-QjyzPzepuwUC-Ev08_q2m9ekXvmAEEPVjjUKA07VcHwO9B4VBC1KzaO9Ic/s1600/The+Yearling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRu8jHeya0swIZZymGsJTQiW1CNfnvhAx0O4gy2Cqmve1LzuI94VOIbSABzY6Rd7G06nrm1Ge5Eqo6e_f-QjyzPzepuwUC-Ev08_q2m9ekXvmAEEPVjjUKA07VcHwO9B4VBC1KzaO9Ic/s320/The+Yearling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556557333018721794" /></a><div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >...Grandma Hutto called to them and they went into the cottage.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Jody smelled its familiar odor. He had never been able to disentangle its elements. The sweet lavender she used on her clothing was plain. There were dried grasses in a jar before the fire-place. There was the unmistakable smell of honey, which she kept in the cupboard. There was pastry; tarts and cookies and fruit cakes. There was the smell of the soap she used on Fluff's fur. There was the pervasive scent of flowers from the garden outside the windows. And, above it all, it came to him at last, lay the smell of the river. The river itself was fluid through the cottage and around it, leaving a whirlpool of odorous dampness and decaying fern. He looked through the open door. A path led through marigolds to the water. The river shone in the late sunlight, Guinea-gold, like the bright flowers. Its flow drew Jody's mind with it to the ocean ...</span></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-59819850875213098972010-12-19T19:43:00.000-08:002010-12-19T19:52:32.067-08:00Christmas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUNyzswqi2LYleVXBntPT0kHll0SGDfTW2Zd_V-l0SoeaAZIwvNk3z_-frBNAtqeETCvi4GYqJmJjCUKQ6zMhRR0yeOpcZhmXSEgm2w0U9K8glWcXNbafXAr2LzywStvIeIQl5c_mvIk/s1600/Christmas+pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUNyzswqi2LYleVXBntPT0kHll0SGDfTW2Zd_V-l0SoeaAZIwvNk3z_-frBNAtqeETCvi4GYqJmJjCUKQ6zMhRR0yeOpcZhmXSEgm2w0U9K8glWcXNbafXAr2LzywStvIeIQl5c_mvIk/s320/Christmas+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552607215155646578" /></a><div><br /></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center; ">Christmas is forever, not for just one day,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;">for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;">like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;">The good you do for others is good you do yourself...</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~Norman Wesley Brooks, "Let Every Day Be Christmas," 1976</div></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-19429137496053018182010-11-24T11:29:00.000-08:002010-11-24T11:33:26.579-08:00Thanksgiving Song<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1di6wmQfpLUoOMWXgfYOJwa5RSwvUvmAHteTKFNdmofRA0XjycHDrMYjkUoxK8g70rn46liL4J-TYkXAo9FakMCNfIj315rIV8sYs02qlRIbuq7CzcX5vMieYFUXobS5Xo2pQ4NP0hM/s1600/thanksgiving+card+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1di6wmQfpLUoOMWXgfYOJwa5RSwvUvmAHteTKFNdmofRA0XjycHDrMYjkUoxK8g70rn46liL4J-TYkXAo9FakMCNfIj315rIV8sYs02qlRIbuq7CzcX5vMieYFUXobS5Xo2pQ4NP0hM/s320/thanksgiving+card+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543200898662661474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><h2 style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We Gather Together Hymn</span></span></span></span></h2><p></p><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">He chastens and hastens His will to make known.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So from the beginning the fight we were winning;</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Thou, Lord, was at our side, all glory be Thine!</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><p></p></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-11772699319166028832010-11-02T19:52:00.000-07:002010-11-02T20:02:32.196-07:00Tucking in and getting ready for our first COLD SNAP of the season!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqzLWJl1s4LsotO0Qt4Spk-hdIMGgi337y2exP7A2e7X6X-3bLbe90N2ggz_jb-Xltk0vqaamZrTse6qaran8O8eGCFKudusEXzbn7a8H4dO5xg0LqO-poVJh9CsGriqMD0M_DCdVoHc/s1600/yellow+maple+leaf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqzLWJl1s4LsotO0Qt4Spk-hdIMGgi337y2exP7A2e7X6X-3bLbe90N2ggz_jb-Xltk0vqaamZrTse6qaran8O8eGCFKudusEXzbn7a8H4dO5xg0LqO-poVJh9CsGriqMD0M_DCdVoHc/s320/yellow+maple+leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535152707995444274" /></a><div><br /></div>Beautiful autumn day today so I took the time to move around a few perennials and dig a few bulbs. The weather will be changing dramatically in the next couple of days and I wanted to enjoy what I think will be the final days of Autumn here in the Great North Woods!<div><br /></div><div>Our maple trees have lost a lot of golden yellow leaves in the past week-but the skies have been a striking shade of stone-washed denim blue and the sun was shining...</div><div><br /></div><div>I found this poem by Carl Sandburg called "Autumn Movement."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.</i></div><div><i>The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The Northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the Northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts. </i></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-14330072192420790982010-10-29T18:41:00.000-07:002010-10-29T18:59:43.234-07:00Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYdUpYMQKP1HME4iSDGiN6556xod7VeN-lkkWusXtd8cWG0OTe0GFFtdjty8XkVnhUJ-MK56rrhAvBmrcLFwyYm1hGLwyBsSqEYVnalWAjsSnyxtFjv1Jq7sQVBRXEvqEurzDb8L26ZA/s1600/samuel+barber+adagio+for+strings+1938.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYdUpYMQKP1HME4iSDGiN6556xod7VeN-lkkWusXtd8cWG0OTe0GFFtdjty8XkVnhUJ-MK56rrhAvBmrcLFwyYm1hGLwyBsSqEYVnalWAjsSnyxtFjv1Jq7sQVBRXEvqEurzDb8L26ZA/s320/samuel+barber+adagio+for+strings+1938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533651572518769570" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450&feature=related</a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world, have mercy on us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world, have mercy on us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world, grant us peace.</span></span></dd></dl><dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, grant us thy peace.</span></span></dd></dl><dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jesus, Lamb of God, have mercy on us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jesus, bearer of our sins, have mercy on us.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jesus, redeemer of the world, grant us peace.</span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lyrics from Agnus Dei</span></span></dd></dl></span></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450&feature=related"></a>***********************************<br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">In a letter to his mother young Sam wrote...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"I was meant to be a composer and will be I'm sure...Don't ask me to try to forget this unpleasant thing and go play football--please."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-62131059187685576102010-10-20T19:31:00.000-07:002010-10-20T19:37:12.862-07:00Tea Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKSGsZm2hwhVl1H37joUJXq885AtJFhn63n56IAbco6cfUBK4ynMNPz4FWUeUT_u-YpkWh-iuS1dtwytcxKyT-XnwC7mDKkHXDszMyTl85jYnQ-WISO2LL2tiYy9NhtH2EZkZNQwqMNE/s1600/chintz+teapot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKSGsZm2hwhVl1H37joUJXq885AtJFhn63n56IAbco6cfUBK4ynMNPz4FWUeUT_u-YpkWh-iuS1dtwytcxKyT-XnwC7mDKkHXDszMyTl85jYnQ-WISO2LL2tiYy9NhtH2EZkZNQwqMNE/s200/chintz+teapot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322790346161538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">When Mrs. Force had invited me for tea I ha</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">d expected a cup and a lump of sugar. Now we entered another room, where a white wicker tea wagon had been placed, and on it the prettiest array of food you could imagine. But this room could not be called a room-it was a gazebo, with trellises and twining Morning Glory vines painted on the walls around us. And on the floor there were cool blue and white tiles, and around, here and there, baskets holding orange trees with plump baby oranges dangling from the branches. We settled ourselves on a curlicue sofa, the wicker starchy as Battenberg lace.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">Now lets see, Mrs. Force said, scanning the tea cart. Today it’s tea I brought from Claridges on my last trip to </span></i><st1:city><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">London</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">. Their special mixture, you know, and one of my favorites.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">From the teapot she removed a tea cozy encrusted with multicolored caviar-size beads and poured the tea into mauve and gold cups. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">Sugar? She asked. Dipping a silver leaf spoon into a bowl, she held out a confetti of crystals. Lemon? Or cream?</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">Oh yes, please, I said, lemon.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">Spread out on the tea cart were delicacies I had never seen before. There were little soufflé’s of gruyere with whipped cream on top and a sprinkle of cayenne, round tissue paper-thin sandwiches of cucumber and chopped sweet onion. Centered on another plate were coconuts drops surround by black walnut lace cookies. But that wasn’t all-another dish, heart-shaped, held Coeur a la crème with Bar-le-duc jelly close at hand.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">I didn’t know where to begin. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Century">Excerpt from~ Once Upon a Time-A True Story By Gloria Vanderbilt<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-43823683495238862932010-10-13T20:37:00.000-07:002010-10-13T20:38:56.576-07:00After Apple Picking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvHVR4gmCGa2qL64DOUj0bgc7PpboZa_is79m-ucu7-RTDPTYj3R5Sd-H0OHeSePSvrKJeMyDNNg8VNVidRccjuAjU1xCX-YdB033lg11Y-MT6fmJxF146Iqbf-0qS1tGV6gIkEEomkY/s1600/apples+in+baskets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvHVR4gmCGa2qL64DOUj0bgc7PpboZa_is79m-ucu7-RTDPTYj3R5Sd-H0OHeSePSvrKJeMyDNNg8VNVidRccjuAjU1xCX-YdB033lg11Y-MT6fmJxF146Iqbf-0qS1tGV6gIkEEomkY/s320/apples+in+baskets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741074983712786" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "><p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></i></p><p><i>by Robert Frost</i></p><p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"><div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"><div>My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree</div><div>Toward heaven still.</div><div>And there's a barrel that I didn't fill</div><div>Beside it, and there may be two or three</div><div>Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.</div><div>But I am done with apple-picking now.</div><div>Essence of winter sleep is on the night,</div><div>The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.</div><div>I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight</div><div>I got from looking through a pane of glass</div><div>I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,</div><div>And held against the world of hoary grass.</div><div>It melted, and I let it fall and break.</div><div>But I was well</div><div>Upon my way to sleep before it fell,</div><div>And I could tell</div><div>What form my dreaming was about to take.</div><div>Magnified apples appear and reappear,</div><div>Stem end and blossom end,</div><div>And every fleck of russet showing clear.</div><div>My instep arch not only keeps the ache,</div><div>It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.</div><div>And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin</div><div>That rumbling sound</div><div>Of load on load of apples coming in.</div><div>For I have had too much</div><div>Of apple-picking; I am overtired</div><div>Of the great harvest I myself desired.</div><div>There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,</div><div>Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,</div><div>For all</div><div>That struck the earth,</div><div>No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,</div><div>Went surely to the cider-apple heap</div><div>As of no worth.</div><div>One can see what will trouble</div><div>This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.</div><div>Were he not gone,</div><div>The woodchuck could say whether it's like his</div><div>Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,</div><div>Or just some human sleep.</div></div></p:colorscheme></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-83040516455198864982010-10-04T20:26:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:38:23.385-07:00Brenda's photo in Saturday Evening Post!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALbiulvKqBzmjEghz0HEh2gVl7vtzSyhakJGWz82KzM2UDTvzFL-4XIL9k880u1y4VoNusDvxVRgZ3V_qscthPcQFPxQlLBnoSv3l8hkID-0HndMq68cpue89geRAhhYZKNArdWQ17xE/s1600/Brendas+picture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALbiulvKqBzmjEghz0HEh2gVl7vtzSyhakJGWz82KzM2UDTvzFL-4XIL9k880u1y4VoNusDvxVRgZ3V_qscthPcQFPxQlLBnoSv3l8hkID-0HndMq68cpue89geRAhhYZKNArdWQ17xE/s320/Brendas+picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524401051865893106" /></a><div><br /></div>My good friend Brenda had one of her photo's included in a an article in The Saturday Evening Post entitled:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "><h1 class="entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -0.01em; color: rgb(165, 64, 27); font-style: normal; line-height: 33px; ">Fall Travel: Michigan’s Upper Peninsula</h1></span><a href="http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/09/23/lifestyle/travel/ups-fall-colors.html">http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/09/23/lifestyle/travel/ups-fall-colors.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Congratulations Brenda....Awesome photo!</div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-21765525166786852612010-09-28T20:14:00.001-07:002010-09-28T20:16:31.045-07:00Jams, Jellies and Butters---Oh my!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQsGglQSPsjj4COxRkSwjXiwvCzysm1V7E6uvNO_1vurjlHAqOYcXEUiA20bqeOt9Y8WcDt9NjEWsxlyptRiVxFLMhPOZbavZDTggKGDGS8bVPf8sMTBI2YbQhPhpY5UAs6PLwYEr2y8/s1600/DSCN2269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQsGglQSPsjj4COxRkSwjXiwvCzysm1V7E6uvNO_1vurjlHAqOYcXEUiA20bqeOt9Y8WcDt9NjEWsxlyptRiVxFLMhPOZbavZDTggKGDGS8bVPf8sMTBI2YbQhPhpY5UAs6PLwYEr2y8/s320/DSCN2269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522169048027976850" /></a><br />Finally....my jellies , butters, and compotes were labeled and put on the shelf this evening. <div><br /></div><div>Don't they look like little jewels?</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-86892051794916926262010-09-24T19:17:00.000-07:002010-09-24T19:32:59.911-07:00Powidla Sliwkowe-Plum Butter with a twist!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOV7-01rQEze4vBXoWrAktocnDLS4iTcfbDnb9D_STtdxuVvf7NC_1lyIAb1JS0E5QA1JXXHRFheXj8Jzm29TiAUwg_Jvip-3TZhoRjjqyGAgyoChQuqNUCFhXtA1avKIhb66qDrwjbGE/s1600/plum+butter+on+a+muffin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOV7-01rQEze4vBXoWrAktocnDLS4iTcfbDnb9D_STtdxuVvf7NC_1lyIAb1JS0E5QA1JXXHRFheXj8Jzm29TiAUwg_Jvip-3TZhoRjjqyGAgyoChQuqNUCFhXtA1avKIhb66qDrwjbGE/s320/plum+butter+on+a+muffin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520671919486478114" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Nan and I gathered another huge bag of plums from our little plum tree and with that and the enormous Wolf River apples, courtesy of a friend, I was able to can 9........1/2-pint jars of pure plum and apple butter BLISS!<div><br /></div><div><i><b>Powidla Sliwkowe</b></i> Polish for Plum Butter is made without straining the pulp of the cooked fruit, so you are able to get that beautiful full bodied flavor of the fruit. An added plus is the deep plummy color of the butter with bits of the plum peel incorporated into the mix along with the golden color of the fruit from the Wolf River apples---My own twist on the traditional Plum Butter recipe!</div><div><br /></div><div>This butter is great on scones, toast, English muffins and to note, traditionally the Powidla Sliwkowe is use as the fillings in Paczki! </div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-68712574240195861392010-09-21T19:10:00.000-07:002010-09-21T19:14:22.295-07:00The Fisher's Boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsV7mCCfOiSUfzMMzMGdUX_qTBNOwzzMz_MVQY4icjcDaV39bZLFITOBXKYVzWBPIqVxmrwxd0dEHV_kJM_73n_fXz_7DXutAaGV94fkn0Z7a3kwk-t_oghXFbEJLeLb8gfBi3HMiohI/s1600/fishing+boat.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsV7mCCfOiSUfzMMzMGdUX_qTBNOwzzMz_MVQY4icjcDaV39bZLFITOBXKYVzWBPIqVxmrwxd0dEHV_kJM_73n_fXz_7DXutAaGV94fkn0Z7a3kwk-t_oghXFbEJLeLb8gfBi3HMiohI/s200/fishing+boat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519555425464200738" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><b><span ><span ><span ><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div>The Fisher’s Boy</span></span></span></b><br /><span > by Henry David Thoreau</span><br /><br /><span >My life is like a stroll upon the beach,</span><br /><span > As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;</span><br /><span >My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,</span><br /><span > Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.</span><p><span >My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,</span><br /><span > To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, —</span><br /><span >Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,</span><br /><span > Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides.</span></p><p><span >I have but few companions on the shore:</span><br /><span > They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea;</span><br /><span >Yet oft I think the ocean they’ve sailed o’er</span><br /><span > Is deeper known upon the strand to me.</span></p><p><span >The middle sea contains no crimson dulse,</span><br /><span > Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view;</span><br /><span >Along the shore my hand is on its pulse,</span><br /><span > And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.</span></p></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-83807243558662341942010-09-09T20:03:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:04:48.712-07:00Montana 1948<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucTgGHHZFeNQQjt1h1fvNgZ0y0ZjihO2uckFhYq_4muOSuDZgEJjftVzfggtE-J0Y5U9t7-NlZBETHS_zf0V-GwyNM5EfMP7TvfjLfwLuU0aL-cKagJsrjRaN76OE-LJbkZJR7MadcE4/s1600/Montana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucTgGHHZFeNQQjt1h1fvNgZ0y0ZjihO2uckFhYq_4muOSuDZgEJjftVzfggtE-J0Y5U9t7-NlZBETHS_zf0V-GwyNM5EfMP7TvfjLfwLuU0aL-cKagJsrjRaN76OE-LJbkZJR7MadcE4/s200/Montana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115276771976674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">"In addition to my discomfort with the strictures of town (a common and natural reaction for a boy), I had another problem that seemed like mine alone. I never felt as though I understood how town life worked. I thought there was seem secret knowledge about living comfortably and unself-consciously in a community, and I was sure I did not posses that knowledge. When the lessons were taught about how to feel confident and at ease in school, in stores, in cafes, with other children or adults, I must have been absent." </div><div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Excerpt from </div><div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Montana 1948</div></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-3677483395810244922010-08-29T16:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T16:23:03.437-07:00Art on the Lake!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhombRHQbqmHnGdAaGX8H10IjXVyLx75QtLvTkZNlwnl20T7XmFmtaKpssBUQwxtGt6aTMjb1c6yjxBHqAebSmcJiIw5kL1ukyEAQexlgTsvaA9W0XgRbkY4t8vBghMLNPqb8pq4jUEh6M/s1600/DSCN2219.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhombRHQbqmHnGdAaGX8H10IjXVyLx75QtLvTkZNlwnl20T7XmFmtaKpssBUQwxtGt6aTMjb1c6yjxBHqAebSmcJiIw5kL1ukyEAQexlgTsvaA9W0XgRbkY4t8vBghMLNPqb8pq4jUEh6M/s320/DSCN2219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510976364596576146" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><strong>September 4, 2010 - Saturday </strong><u>Curtis Michigan's Art on the Lake</u><br /></span>Art on the Lake is held on the Saturday of Labor Day Weekend</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;">Come join By the Bay Handcrafted Soap and many, many vendors for a day of arts/crafts/music on the Lake!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;">See you there....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-36936658782804744422010-08-20T07:52:00.000-07:002010-08-20T07:57:41.795-07:00Enchanted Apple scented soap...<div style="text-align: center;">My apple scented soap is now ready!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Crisp and clean scent perfect year round....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">3-bars for $10.00 or $4.00 for one bar---just drop me an email!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisx86xOM_R3el-ZqMYUk_E4dnXYkxMgVjnquN5ePbdDbHveIyEz2lDChLAJnZLxmsn1kNhGPNINXU_CFOaQZDHl89Z8ToH9iJKRb0h8MqsVrUabZpvlIZQk8jFA4h3fWzAbfpHNMQfhbU/s1600/Apple+image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisx86xOM_R3el-ZqMYUk_E4dnXYkxMgVjnquN5ePbdDbHveIyEz2lDChLAJnZLxmsn1kNhGPNINXU_CFOaQZDHl89Z8ToH9iJKRb0h8MqsVrUabZpvlIZQk8jFA4h3fWzAbfpHNMQfhbU/s320/Apple+image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507505453752221074" /></a><br /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-14972141086346221502010-08-16T20:29:00.001-07:002010-08-20T07:58:37.764-07:00My own GREY GARDEN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4cFPph07-Iwpp9jZ48qFjYmCjeBRzDVB1jCNZdO5tSch72C0Y27LVW6e32ZDhDa1w5ExqEH_9qzxveW2niWqdeXKM18gSN2gwvVKBIS0PFX88I0x2RQC5Tmv6u11vc6qKWZ5VZqP7Zk/s1600/grey+garden+rosemary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4cFPph07-Iwpp9jZ48qFjYmCjeBRzDVB1jCNZdO5tSch72C0Y27LVW6e32ZDhDa1w5ExqEH_9qzxveW2niWqdeXKM18gSN2gwvVKBIS0PFX88I0x2RQC5Tmv6u11vc6qKWZ5VZqP7Zk/s200/grey+garden+rosemary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506217013638017266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAr_A4dqilp0hvp630c5F0AohLegTmP2XwRhrELHpsVpZL6RJDxqjNOdjpGsDizwPVBy_m4mdGgFkIGNo8aZtC1ZOB7XfXBI-UMjn_4H2iiiR_ApnmHTDjp8cHUTzNxWqmR0I0PPeTic/s1600/grey+garden+lavender.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAr_A4dqilp0hvp630c5F0AohLegTmP2XwRhrELHpsVpZL6RJDxqjNOdjpGsDizwPVBy_m4mdGgFkIGNo8aZtC1ZOB7XfXBI-UMjn_4H2iiiR_ApnmHTDjp8cHUTzNxWqmR0I0PPeTic/s200/grey+garden+lavender.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506216846890582962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwwDhEi_5PFV8q47eIND450u7ZEdy8Wvqn4wTfyqlQS0ABAhhE4TQDIz15daMBC_PpP2UQpDXowzVgmbA8ShMc6LQNk7x2ULbhybAt1JdbHFoc87F3fglKOmf7SfQcDPW141af09M5f0/s1600/grey+garden+flowers+pinks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwwDhEi_5PFV8q47eIND450u7ZEdy8Wvqn4wTfyqlQS0ABAhhE4TQDIz15daMBC_PpP2UQpDXowzVgmbA8ShMc6LQNk7x2ULbhybAt1JdbHFoc87F3fglKOmf7SfQcDPW141af09M5f0/s200/grey+garden+flowers+pinks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506216396212617778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRyuQlcStDnh980rPBbKGFkK0siIRszm2l6Q9TiyBSw4HlZBfDQDDPdeN4_2nx9d_IUc5fia7vfRlcaAgDJNy6hn8FvzcvtmlMBcvyldfKsQWvgOHTxyJo0BcLzUbKfx1FHfKjEvMwLvo/s1600/grey+garden+nepta+flower.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRyuQlcStDnh980rPBbKGFkK0siIRszm2l6Q9TiyBSw4HlZBfDQDDPdeN4_2nx9d_IUc5fia7vfRlcaAgDJNy6hn8FvzcvtmlMBcvyldfKsQWvgOHTxyJo0BcLzUbKfx1FHfKjEvMwLvo/s200/grey+garden+nepta+flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506216214953672802" /></a><br />Never too early to begin planning for next summers garden----<div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Nepeta, Stachys, Pinks, Lavender and grey mounds of Rosemary</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-74323973048195168212010-08-10T20:45:00.000-07:002010-10-16T20:50:41.168-07:00The Painted Drum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY38q9QsNL_DUavuCdesoYZ-Xv5Ae6-DWGRZtn8vRlDXbO8MgBFkSuOsH0zWJ2eJQVxDP8iJUF7Bd462Bcb0SMk4mctZ6XrjXPRc2VaJN_6q4QxatCcPpaIam9azqVIkjiQTGEzdXeCf8/s1600/summer+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY38q9QsNL_DUavuCdesoYZ-Xv5Ae6-DWGRZtn8vRlDXbO8MgBFkSuOsH0zWJ2eJQVxDP8iJUF7Bd462Bcb0SMk4mctZ6XrjXPRc2VaJN_6q4QxatCcPpaIam9azqVIkjiQTGEzdXeCf8/s200/summer+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503994152434034786" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Palatino Linotype"">Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Palatino Linotype"">From The Painted Drum-Louise Erdrich<o:p></o:p></span></p>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-67039689177908647482010-08-09T20:57:00.000-07:002010-08-09T20:59:31.948-07:00From a Distance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHvRWkW4ibqMyJNAWz3mWtu41yGxTkNXdx6LmPHx89mQUKuiff0jd6VS4GknolPGHnIlG1jgTv57nvURcy3tYvz_vwaBo8coqqcy4P58n_UVRVMUVtIPKPN9N5rnSunDssAUDTkp79lI/s1600/BlueMarble_2005_globe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHvRWkW4ibqMyJNAWz3mWtu41yGxTkNXdx6LmPHx89mQUKuiff0jd6VS4GknolPGHnIlG1jgTv57nvURcy3tYvz_vwaBo8coqqcy4P58n_UVRVMUVtIPKPN9N5rnSunDssAUDTkp79lI/s200/BlueMarble_2005_globe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503625857638319986" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div>From a distance the world looks blue and green, and the snow-capped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the stream, and the eagle takes to flight. From a distance, there is harmony, and it echoes through the land. It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace, it's the voice of every man. From a distance we all have enough, and no one is in need. And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease, no hungry mouths to feed. From a distance we are instruments marching in a common band. Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace. They're the songs of every man. God is watching us. God is watching us. God is watching us from a distance. From a distance you look like my friend, even though we are at war. From a distance I just cannot comprehend what all this fighting is for. From a distance there is harmony, and it echoes through the land. And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves, it's the heart of every man. It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves. This is the song of every man. And God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us from a distance. Oh, God is watching us, God is watching. God is watching us from a distance. </span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-42555084311005387272010-08-07T22:04:00.000-07:002010-08-07T22:10:52.034-07:00Girls from the North Country<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Avant Garde', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "><div id="header" style="width: 960px; float: left; display: inline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; height: 268px; background-image: url(http://premonkey.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/header-square.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; 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"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 1.7em; padding-bottom: 5px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; ">About</h1><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; "><strong>Darlings of the Canadian music scene, Dala are poised to bring their harmonies and fresh brand of acoustic pop to the world.</strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; ">Amanda Walther and Sheila Carabine of Dala (the duo’s name was formed by combining the two last letters of each artist’s name) have come a long way in a short time. The two best friends, who met in their high school music class and wrote their first song together in 2002, have since performed at Toronto’s legendary Massey Hall a total of seven times. Darlings of the Canadian music scene, Dala are now poised to bring their fresh brand of acoustic pop music to the world.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; ">Drawing upon influences like The Beatles, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young and Bob Dylan, Dala write songs that are both catchy and insightful. Amanda’s ethereal soprano voice blends seamlessly with Sheila’s velvety alto, creating the lush harmonies that have become their trademark.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; ">“Dala can sing! What beautiful flights of melody and harmony, reminiscent of the Everly Brothers, the Louvin Brothers, Emmylou Harris and associates; though Dala can trade a melody line and leave one wondering who is taking the lead and simply leave one behind when the harmonies kick in.”<br />- Peterborough Examiner</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I stumbled across these wonderfully talented young women singing during a PBC program last night and I was FLOORED!</span></span></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Check out their blog and listen to Horses....a haunting song about a young man who suffers from a spinal cord injury. </span></span></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; line-height: 22px; "><a href="http://dalagirls.com/about/">http://dalagirls.com/about/</a></p></div></div></div></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-58737933265013896062010-07-20T20:34:00.000-07:002010-07-20T20:40:02.163-07:00SUMMER BOUNTY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9tjefCNMVH7VJ5d8fh8e5ouYbbO1cqNbzv-JN_i7Vp3jZ_2RbcbSpWSRV3aJpqjk2gGBBcTQMnJkIuAm49CSJ8aklU0bQdUa4IUUI2wqF0kFEYk5eUgK_mmqNfXbKKovDNuIKKBCwds/s1600/summer+2010+017.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9tjefCNMVH7VJ5d8fh8e5ouYbbO1cqNbzv-JN_i7Vp3jZ_2RbcbSpWSRV3aJpqjk2gGBBcTQMnJkIuAm49CSJ8aklU0bQdUa4IUUI2wqF0kFEYk5eUgK_mmqNfXbKKovDNuIKKBCwds/s200/summer+2010+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496198954205740994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD_ZFZgnmhKZC1F3n5R-c-SFFvamTX4w2vPsEzTHIp81E2_FK19RvzjxJoXONd1rGxqyX8OdYJLuA2huoZlvHIvEIg1vdkLkjSibz2Wlbn_QNAIbrLHBm0eCkK25F0I-EGDvRGiH5aPk/s1600/summer+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD_ZFZgnmhKZC1F3n5R-c-SFFvamTX4w2vPsEzTHIp81E2_FK19RvzjxJoXONd1rGxqyX8OdYJLuA2huoZlvHIvEIg1vdkLkjSibz2Wlbn_QNAIbrLHBm0eCkK25F0I-EGDvRGiH5aPk/s200/summer+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496198743813598322" /></a>Just a few snaps taken early this morning----We have been blessed with abundant rain and plentiful sunshine all summer long!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtROhLHaVRIz6AiRKOeJtWAQxVdEhyphenhyphenfCReJh2olbgVV1zpoEdE8-IFKQ9Uw0kQZEMMRNZz4wFAqGghnf994YwgHDsBFZ57wK-yzj3kbyNOBDkrITU7crOA2HvAp0uC2-akHC3kkr0GEM/s1600/summer+2010+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtROhLHaVRIz6AiRKOeJtWAQxVdEhyphenhyphenfCReJh2olbgVV1zpoEdE8-IFKQ9Uw0kQZEMMRNZz4wFAqGghnf994YwgHDsBFZ57wK-yzj3kbyNOBDkrITU7crOA2HvAp0uC2-akHC3kkr0GEM/s200/summer+2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496198241204924194" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-20737263094904349532010-07-18T20:09:00.000-07:002010-07-18T20:17:21.576-07:00Vintage Double Wedding Ring Lap Quilt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzmgUHYfuFJOZcVb20et4624_N_Ec5vg-vFc56pFGpwJ2qHesKHkoRwZxS8o0BOKyDRiXqko0b2u8yxylD3nhpoyYPELeFKhq5eDOpk_XdhMG0NSU-CnTZDFu-_Qe3xFDF8PodAQmBG8/s1600/DSCN1875.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzmgUHYfuFJOZcVb20et4624_N_Ec5vg-vFc56pFGpwJ2qHesKHkoRwZxS8o0BOKyDRiXqko0b2u8yxylD3nhpoyYPELeFKhq5eDOpk_XdhMG0NSU-CnTZDFu-_Qe3xFDF8PodAQmBG8/s320/DSCN1875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495451021466943682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eeaiRIXshiyemTqUwYOiRAc8nsiJKEKxzhpFrrkVCTdY1xi-UR2MeYWu5UHDVHZgzL7xYIhHWdylCNhAgNx5Qe9wmuomvW01lgDF8iDhq09f0WUR6yeXs_3AssN-kLNN5iUwdGBD9zI/s1600/DSCN1873.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eeaiRIXshiyemTqUwYOiRAc8nsiJKEKxzhpFrrkVCTdY1xi-UR2MeYWu5UHDVHZgzL7xYIhHWdylCNhAgNx5Qe9wmuomvW01lgDF8iDhq09f0WUR6yeXs_3AssN-kLNN5iUwdGBD9zI/s320/DSCN1873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495449585074570466" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Angela----Here is the little gem from Texas that I mentioned in my post on the forum!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-62268190052336005612010-07-06T19:07:00.000-07:002010-07-06T19:12:30.147-07:003rd time a charm at Arbor Vitae?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy52ijUTa8NOxxkpK8H3DKKqV5gZeLZPA4-E9aS6gaALxv-YBE-yGNFoeSmbiUWQF55jwx6WdldWiazG3JXdIEeOKCQARx7GQyMxNeK8BkHayoTkR_5HnN9LpLNz9oVvoU9NG4j8wzFFY/s1600/Lakeland+County.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy52ijUTa8NOxxkpK8H3DKKqV5gZeLZPA4-E9aS6gaALxv-YBE-yGNFoeSmbiUWQF55jwx6WdldWiazG3JXdIEeOKCQARx7GQyMxNeK8BkHayoTkR_5HnN9LpLNz9oVvoU9NG4j8wzFFY/s200/Lakeland+County.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490981314464181634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><u><br /></u></span></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">On Saturday we will be attending the Lakeland Art League & Kiwanis Art Fair for the 3rd year in a row.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For TWO years in a row I have taken a Blue Ribbon in the Nature Arts category for our By the Bay Handcrafted Soap! Keep your fingers crossed for this year!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Come join us on Saturday at:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lakeland Art League & Kiwanis Art Fair<br />July 10th from 9 am to 3 pm<br />at Fireman's Park, Arbor Vitae</span></span></span></span>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287282562165875643.post-65382808909801402262010-07-01T20:47:00.000-07:002010-07-01T20:51:20.533-07:004th of July Night~Carl Sandburg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIu43GBwKudg-C4LpnpMPa7ZCve7rmZltWAg8vK9kiRJ98Gat1sVz9KAPl75pYmlr5aA34Jge7bRtEXLEb9_4WN5YtinmeATpU-NoS8G4lDlrP8fDzpcZ0MVtXOyDjI9kUDzj1-nKG7aQ/s1600/Fireworks-A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIu43GBwKudg-C4LpnpMPa7ZCve7rmZltWAg8vK9kiRJ98Gat1sVz9KAPl75pYmlr5aA34Jge7bRtEXLEb9_4WN5YtinmeATpU-NoS8G4lDlrP8fDzpcZ0MVtXOyDjI9kUDzj1-nKG7aQ/s200/Fireworks-A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489151428711553618" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Arial, verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" width="484" align="center"><tbody><tr><td width="480" align="center" style="font-family: Arial, verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: top; "><b><br />Fourth of July Night</b></td></tr><tr><td width="480" style="font-family: Arial, verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: top; ">The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky<br />A white sky bomb fizzed on a black line.<br />A rocket hissed it's red signature into the west.<br />Now a shower of Chinese fire alphabets,<br />A cry of flower pots broken in flames,<br />A long curve to a purple spray, three violet balloons---<br />Drips of seaweed tangled in gold, shimmering symbols of mixed numbers,<br />Tremulous arrangements of cream gold folds of a bride's wedding gown---<br />A few sky bombs spoke their pieces, then velvet dark.<br />The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky.<br />~Carl Sandburg</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Arial, verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229201952742045835noreply@blogger.com0