<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:46:22.541-06:00</updated><category term='Autumn days'/><category term='Starting from where I am'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7311834847732719827</id><published>2011-01-27T21:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:16:40.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJCLwyYC1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/azF2f5RPnbg/s1600/me%2Bwith%2Bmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567084859225541458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJCLwyYC1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/azF2f5RPnbg/s320/me%2Bwith%2Bmail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many months of postings on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, busy with e-mail and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt;, I have finally realized that I have neglected my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJBvANLqVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_ghW8HhHgOw/s1600/IMGP8679V%2Bbirds%2Bat%2Blarrys%2BfeedersVr%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567084365148301650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJBvANLqVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_ghW8HhHgOw/s320/IMGP8679V%2Bbirds%2Bat%2Blarrys%2BfeedersVr%2Bblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I begin?? Well, it is the middle of winter, and we have had constant snow for weeks. It has been a beautiful sight, and there have been many photo opportunities, as long as one doesn't mind being out in 10-20 degree temperatures, and can stand up on the ice and snow. We have thoroughly enjoyed feeding and watching the birds. There have been an abundance of finches, juncos, cardinals and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bluejays&lt;/span&gt;. The bluebirds are using our birdbath as a source of water, and are so pretty perched around the edge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJB-9NqV-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/28CfCvGbMRk/s1600/IMGP8888Fluff%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567084639222912994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJB-9NqV-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/28CfCvGbMRk/s320/IMGP8888Fluff%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluffy about has us trained to open the door and let him indoors and then back outside when he wants. He is very picky and only wants to come and go when it is "his" idea. He is such a good little cat, and has us wrapped around his furry little paw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to the flower gardens of Spring and hours in the outdoors and warm sunshine. I am ready to get out the seed catalogues and plan what I want to see growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have begun the daunting task of organizing photos from years past. I hardly know where to begin, or the correct method, but I have begun. It will be wonderful when it is finished, and they are in order to be enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I just completed another painting, which has been in progress for a few weeks. Now I am considering what will be my next picture to paint. I don't think it will be another snow picture, as I have about had my fill of the winter scene. I am always drawn to houses, trees, and flowers. Perhaps, a beach....I will think on that. It certainly sounds delightful on a January night in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt;. I would love to feel the warm sand, watch the shorebirds, pelicans, and gulls while watching the waves roll in. Summer, summer, I know you are on your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to return to my blog more frequently now.  It's nice to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7311834847732719827?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7311834847732719827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7311834847732719827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7311834847732719827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7311834847732719827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/TUJCLwyYC1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/azF2f5RPnbg/s72-c/me%2Bwith%2Bmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4329875379966579079</id><published>2010-05-03T16:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:12:49.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May ~~Sunshine and Showers</title><content type='html'>With our lawn mower in the repair shop, we found yet another reason to "take a break" at Barnes and Noble.  After dropping the mower off, we went by and got our grandson, Gabe, and took him with us to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carbondale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here we are checking out some magazines and the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S99F02EnWyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nnKjFs-4JMI/s1600/IMGP5486+for+blogVr+Gabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165246821456674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S99F02EnWyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nnKjFs-4JMI/s320/IMGP5486+for+blogVr+Gabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is Adam's son, and he is a 15 year old high school freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S99F1YPWFtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/doQwoYcgpCY/s1600/IMGP5629Vr+us+at+El+Rancherito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165255993267922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S99F1YPWFtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/doQwoYcgpCY/s320/IMGP5629Vr+us+at+El+Rancherito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday we got to visit with our daughter-in-law who was in the area for 4 days, from Oregon.  We met her at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Effingham&lt;/span&gt; at El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rancherito&lt;/span&gt;, for a delicious meal and some great conversation, catching up on the 4 years she and Adam and family have lived out west.  She was missing her 3 little ones, and had been real busy while here cleaning out a storage shed, and visiting with family and friends in southern Illinois.  Sarah said she thought she didn't like the Oregon weather, with temps in the 50-60's and rain everyday, but while here she still had rain, and the temperatures up in upper 70's felt hot to her.  She found her body had adjusted to the climate on the Oregon coast. &lt;br /&gt;  Today I have been refreshing my hummingbirds feeders, and they have been buzzing around like crazy.  It is so nice to watch all the birds at our feeders.  I planned on some yard work, but we just had another pop-up rain shower, so I am waiting for the sunshine and hopefully will get something accomplished soon.  Enjoying my journey during this beautiful springtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4329875379966579079?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4329875379966579079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4329875379966579079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4329875379966579079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4329875379966579079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-sunshine-and-showers.html' title='May ~~Sunshine and Showers'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S99F02EnWyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nnKjFs-4JMI/s72-c/IMGP5486+for+blogVr+Gabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6925573831268497681</id><published>2010-04-24T19:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:38:39.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April--Springtime--My Favorite Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S9OZHZ7inGI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xMhlidTbdb8/s1600/IMGP5379rototilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463879125429296226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S9OZHZ7inGI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xMhlidTbdb8/s320/IMGP5379rototilling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                              Leon working VERY hard! For over 3 hours! Won't those tomatoes be yummy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S9Oa8ZCJeyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/UaY1h3XXiro/s1600/IMGP4037azaleas+in+the+evening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463881135233268514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S9Oa8ZCJeyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/UaY1h3XXiro/s320/IMGP4037azaleas+in+the+evening.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is one photo of the azaleas at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Callaway&lt;/span&gt; Gardens.  Oh so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Winter has passed and I have "sprung into spring" there has been little time for posting on my blog. It has been a busy time with the yard needing much attention and my yearning for the splash of color that flowers add to the green background and blue sky. We also made a trip to Georgia to visit family and check out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Callaway&lt;/span&gt; Gardens while the azaleas were in bloom. It was a very nice time and I have taken many pictures, yet not had much time for photo editing, and posting. I have begonias and impatiens in their shady places, my bright pink geraniums in the pots at the front steps, and for a change planted some snapdragons in a couple flower boxes with the dusty miller and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sedum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon worked for several hours on Thursday using our rototiller to break up the soil for planting a small garden. Now that the rains have come, it will need to be gone over again before planting, but hopefully the next time will be easier. Our soil is also known as clay!! So it is a challenge to grow beautiful plants, but we enjoy the opportunity to give it a try, and will be thrilled with our harvest. Tomato plants are in their containers awaiting their place in the real earth, as well as cucumbers, radishes, carrots, beets, corn, squash, sage, and maybe a pumpkin or gourd, who knows. If we plant them, they will grow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to upload photos on here, but Blogger isn't cooperating, so this may be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photo less&lt;/span&gt; posting. I will give it one more try and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been pretty tired by the end of the day, yet the next morning I look forward to getting back out there amongst the flowers and birds and getting even more dirt  under my fingernails.  Yes, I do wear garden gloves, but some things just require them coming off and then before I know it I am really "into my yard work".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to return to this blog before such a long intermission, but I do have very important flowers to tend to, and many leaves to remove, and lawn to mow.  Oh I just love Spring!!! Great exercise, if one can move after 10-12 hours of stretching, crawling, bending and walking, nothing like those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lackadaisical hours of winter, where I spent in the pages of my books, watching the snow out the window pane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happy Journeys through the fields of flowers.  Hope to see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6925573831268497681?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6925573831268497681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6925573831268497681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6925573831268497681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6925573831268497681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-springtime-my-favorite-season.html' title='April--Springtime--My Favorite Season'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S9OZHZ7inGI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xMhlidTbdb8/s72-c/IMGP5379rototilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-125703810036311272</id><published>2010-01-14T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:02:09.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Snowy Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here I am returning from my walk to the mailbox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leon snapped this from our front door. It was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;soooo cold&lt;/span&gt; outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rw_XhHQI/AAAAAAAAApw/8akpkMnWryE/s1600-h/IMGP7164Va+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426815302881058050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rw_XhHQI/AAAAAAAAApw/8akpkMnWryE/s320/IMGP7164Va+in+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just before the snow arrived, yet the temperatures had dropped, our pond was so beautiful on this winter's evening, as the designs formed on the ice. God's own painting, done in ice on a canvas of water. What a lovely masterpiece. A one-of-a-kind, never to be duplicated, nor recreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rVznDHrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1VfUdpsZlt0/s1600-h/IMGP7108Vdesign+on+pond+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426814835868507826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rVznDHrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1VfUdpsZlt0/s320/IMGP7108Vdesign+on+pond+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One another of our recent winter's days, I caught the sun's rays dancing across our icy pond, just about 30 minutes before sunset. It was bitter cold that day. I don't think the thermometer ever made it to 10. It's not easy to tell that by the stillness in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rWJU6JjI/AAAAAAAAApY/aDI-96YZqZY/s1600-h/IMGP7126setting+sun+on+ice+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426814841698002482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rWJU6JjI/AAAAAAAAApY/aDI-96YZqZY/s320/IMGP7126setting+sun+on+ice+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The winds were howling, the snow was blowing and the temperatures were in the single digits, as our "snowsock" added some patriotic color to our back yard. The lovely sights were our reward for enduring the bitter winter 2010 has brought us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rW4kxd6I/AAAAAAAAApo/cc6gtWJgzic/s1600-h/IMGP7138Vwindsock+blowing+on+snowy+day+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426814854381008802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rW4kxd6I/AAAAAAAAApo/cc6gtWJgzic/s320/IMGP7138Vwindsock+blowing+on+snowy+day+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One more picture of the snow on the limbs of our ash tree that overhangs the pond. No birds in those houses this winter, but they serve as a reminder that spring will hopefully bring some new tenants. We do have multitudes of birds at our feeders, though, and they really are enjoying the feast of seed and suet, as well as water, when all other sources are frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rWdIWWsI/AAAAAAAAApg/x0QYj6EpumY/s1600-h/IMGP7134Snow+on+ash+tree+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426814847014034114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rWdIWWsI/AAAAAAAAApg/x0QYj6EpumY/s320/IMGP7134Snow+on+ash+tree+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two weeks of January are already behind us, and Spring is just around the corner! We have had a heat wave today--in the 40's and our snow is watering the earth. Winter offers a different landscape from all other seasons, and our trees and plants are hopefully being rejuvenated during their resting season. I too am blessed by this time of indoors activities, and the opportunity to plan and daydream about the upcoming days of family, friends, flowers, and green grass and leaves on trees. For now, just enjoy the beautiful sights of "winter", as our journey takes us into this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-125703810036311272?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/125703810036311272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=125703810036311272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/125703810036311272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/125703810036311272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-and-snowy-greetings.html' title='Cold and Snowy Greetings!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0_rw_XhHQI/AAAAAAAAApw/8akpkMnWryE/s72-c/IMGP7164Va+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6437181265241391963</id><published>2010-01-03T12:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:58:41.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010-Winter awaiting Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Winter, a time of beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though bitter cold and blowing winds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disagree with our fragile skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look closely, as you pass by the countryside, and all around scenes call out to become a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0Dp3_opZ5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/yOiMJ7t2ebc/s1600-h/IMGP6837V+4x6+at+96+lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422591099538073490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0Dp3_opZ5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/yOiMJ7t2ebc/s320/IMGP6837V+4x6+at+96+lighthouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This sweet lighthouse is on Lake Springfield, and I took this picture from our car window as we drove to my sister's house for Christmas.  I always look for this lighthouse, and try to snap a picture, if a big truck doesn't get between me view.  The wind blowing the snow added to the background being muted and set the winter mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0Ds0ahy1UI/AAAAAAAAAow/zTfUsSM2vMY/s1600-h/IMGP7026Cardinal+in+snow+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422594336572495170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0Ds0ahy1UI/AAAAAAAAAow/zTfUsSM2vMY/s320/IMGP7026Cardinal+in+snow+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One can almost feel the falling snow, while joining the little female cardinal on a branch in our yard. Winter is certainly making itself known this year.  It is a brisk 7 degrees, and going up to the teens by afternoon.  I am daydreaming of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cat, Fluffy, spends most of his time napping on his blanket on the end of our couch.  He is very spoiled, and super smart, for a cat!!! He looked at me as I was typing and wanted to be included in this blog posting, so here is his picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPR4CUlI/AAAAAAAAApA/dR_jBuMFU6U/s1600-h/P3230027Fluffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599196152844882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPR4CUlI/AAAAAAAAApA/dR_jBuMFU6U/s320/P3230027Fluffy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this picture of me was not taken today, as it is way toooo cold for me to be sitting outside, but I am doing some reading, and relaxing during this cold spell.  The current read is "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett.  It was recommended by Leon's daughter, and so far is a very good book.  The perfect way to spend a winter's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPActYYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vx9AVXYGV5A/s1600-h/me+on+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599191474823554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPActYYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vx9AVXYGV5A/s320/me+on+deck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon and very soon you will find me checking for the daffodils to be popping up in the flower garden.  These were last spring.  The stand for the gazing ball is a pipe from Leon's Mom's yard in Radcliff.  It makes the ideal holder and holds sentimental value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPrT9KHI/AAAAAAAAApI/ZDQMUmPMCpk/s1600-h/P3230035Gazing+ball+and+daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599202980833394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0DxPrT9KHI/AAAAAAAAApI/ZDQMUmPMCpk/s320/P3230035Gazing+ball+and+daffodils.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay warm!  Get out those Henry Fields catalogues and plan for Spring gardens, and check out a good book on these winter's days.  Wishing you all a Blessed 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6437181265241391963?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6437181265241391963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6437181265241391963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6437181265241391963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6437181265241391963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010-winter-awaiting-spring.html' title='Welcome 2010-Winter awaiting Spring'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/S0Dp3_opZ5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/yOiMJ7t2ebc/s72-c/IMGP6837V+4x6+at+96+lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3830813686249048275</id><published>2009-12-19T20:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:23:37.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes in December</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Snow covers our winter garden and adorns it for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RENtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAog/p0A0T-t0cO4/s1600-h/IMGP6631V+wreath+at+garden+gate+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417145428382286610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RENtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAog/p0A0T-t0cO4/s320/IMGP6631V+wreath+at+garden+gate+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love to see the evergreens with snow glistening on the boughs. As I walked to the mailbox today, I was thrilled as the snow gently fell and clung to the northwest sides of the trees.  'Tis the season to be jolly, fa, la,la, la, la, ..la,la, la, la! The stillness whispers of the sacredness of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RDj_sqMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Vu9HyYlKO0g/s1600-h/IMGP6610V+gate+with+cat+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417145417184618690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RDj_sqMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Vu9HyYlKO0g/s320/IMGP6610V+gate+with+cat+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Back to the warm cozy house, and time to turn on the oven and make some snowflakes of my own.  Cookies, of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2PF2FgMQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4bkDnUFM_jg/s1600-h/IMGP6592V+snowflk+cookies+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417143257377288450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2PF2FgMQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4bkDnUFM_jg/s320/IMGP6592V+snowflk+cookies+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once I got going on cutting out cookies, I wanted to make some Christmas trees too.  The following are some of my edible treats.  It took me a while to get the dough mixed, then chilled, then cut out and baked, and finally iced.  I had forgotten what fun it was to make sugar cookies. And I was ready to sit for a while after finishing the treats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RDYyNu8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/njsndGFfDXA/s1600-h/IMGP6596V+tree+cookies+bog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417145414175275970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RDYyNu8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/njsndGFfDXA/s320/IMGP6596V+tree+cookies+bog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and both in our home and outside.  Here is a picture I painted a few months back of Santa. May your Christmas be Merry and Bright~.  God bless you one and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2PHBqXShI/AAAAAAAAAoI/u-cZyAaFNjA/s1600-h/IMGP6588+V+painting+santa+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417143277664553490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2PHBqXShI/AAAAAAAAAoI/u-cZyAaFNjA/s320/IMGP6588+V+painting+santa+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3830813686249048275?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3830813686249048275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3830813686249048275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3830813686249048275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3830813686249048275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowflakes-in-december.html' title='Snowflakes in December'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sy2RENtbgxI/AAAAAAAAAog/p0A0T-t0cO4/s72-c/IMGP6631V+wreath+at+garden+gate+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7192211153354451335</id><published>2009-11-17T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:43:15.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in Southern Illinois</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Illumination of Blackberry leaves creates a rainbow through the woodland. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOAMfwKd8I/AAAAAAAAAno/cBpUN4oOIOc/s1600/Blackberries+in+evening+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405304929945024450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOAMfwKd8I/AAAAAAAAAno/cBpUN4oOIOc/s320/Blackberries+in+evening+sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A lovely walk down the leaf strewn path was like a parade on each side with the colors of the remaining foliage glistening in the evening sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOAMHj_k_I/AAAAAAAAAng/zGjDNrWeiRc/s1600/autumn+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405304923451528178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOAMHj_k_I/AAAAAAAAAng/zGjDNrWeiRc/s320/autumn+path.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It has been a difficult 6 weeks waiting for our camera to be repaired.  I did take some photos with our Olympus and these are the pictures that depict the last few weeks in southern Illinois.  As always, I can't resist taking pictures of hay bales.  Although I am more of a fan of the older, smaller rectangular bales, still the large round ones are beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOALlCLWXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GPYc_dXMLaY/s1600/hay+in+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405304914182887794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOALlCLWXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GPYc_dXMLaY/s320/hay+in+field.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Farmers are still struggling to harvest their crops, as witnessed by the corn below.  I love to see the corn and the textures of the stalks, tassels, silks and blades.  Childhood memories of being raised on the farm, and watching the harvest flood my mind as I examine and recall the intricate beauty of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOALQ8oX_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Xx_ZGLAeqAc/s1600/corn+awaiting+harvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405304908790915058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOALQ8oX_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Xx_ZGLAeqAc/s320/corn+awaiting+harvest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOALlCLWXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GPYc_dXMLaY/s1600/hay+in+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; As you can see, we have an abundance of leaves, which is great for our compost pile.  And the effort it takes to get them there is great for our exercise routine!  Gets us moving and off the couch. I am to report that we do have many of them blown around the trees, raked, and moved to their designated places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-tkCKGpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5vLpe7N6TTE/s1600/lots+of+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303299006667410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-tkCKGpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5vLpe7N6TTE/s320/lots+of+leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here you can see Leon doing some of our leaf-management.  No that's not smoke, it is dust!  There was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much dust in the leaves, which is strange with all the rain we have had, but guess it is partly leaf-mold.  Anyway, when we work in them, we have found that a mask is good for filtering the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-tYj8BAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GYRnWBWPWeA/s1600/leaf+management.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303295927124994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-tYj8BAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GYRnWBWPWeA/s320/leaf+management.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After all this hard work, we needed a break, so we went to Carlyle Lake and checked on the wildlife.  Saw this beautiful great blue heron fishing on the western shoreline.  He was very cooperative, and beautiful. I surely wished I had my other camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-s_Yk53I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GCjlG9gQ3o8/s1600/great+blue+heron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303289168586610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-s_Yk53I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GCjlG9gQ3o8/s320/great+blue+heron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The west access at Carlyle  had very high water, and there were lots of gulls enjoying the misty, gray afternoon. They were waiting for a hand-out and using the handrail for a perch.  It was such a wet, foggy day that it reminded me of New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-svzE5lI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hGXMOa5UDDE/s1600/gulls+at+Carlyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303284984768082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-svzE5lI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hGXMOa5UDDE/s320/gulls+at+Carlyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When all the dust has settled, and all the rain has cleared, look up!!! This is the vision of bright hope and beauty, as the limb-sculptures frame the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; blue sky and the motion of the drifting white clouds forms a motion-picture, unmatched by any theater screen.  It is a reminder to keep looking up--keep the faith, count our blessings and Give Thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303276560010290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-sQadTDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JjM_FtVY3To/s320/blue+sky+trees+and+clouds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-sQadTDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JjM_FtVY3To/s1600/blue+sky+trees+and+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-sQadTDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JjM_FtVY3To/s1600/blue+sky+trees+and+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-sQadTDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JjM_FtVY3To/s1600/blue+sky+trees+and+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwN-sQadTDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JjM_FtVY3To/s1600/blue+sky+trees+and+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7192211153354451335?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7192211153354451335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7192211153354451335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7192211153354451335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7192211153354451335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumn-in-southern-illinois.html' title='Autumn in Southern Illinois'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SwOAMfwKd8I/AAAAAAAAAno/cBpUN4oOIOc/s72-c/Blackberries+in+evening+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-2545403824319637375</id><published>2009-11-01T22:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:27:32.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, A New Month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Thankful for all our Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5h6D2aEyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CEwdeJjd4GY/s1600-h/PA300102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399360653357617954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5h6D2aEyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CEwdeJjd4GY/s320/PA300102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After many, many inches of rain and no sunshine in sight for weeks, we made it through October and it is now the Bountiful month of November. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5j9KYLF_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/x_u-Zt1rHa0/s1600-h/PA300114+V5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399362905672718322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5j9KYLF_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/x_u-Zt1rHa0/s320/PA300114+V5x7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I snapped this picture out our back door of the windsock blowing in the rain. I have been recovering from a sore throat and swallowing antibiotics around the clock for 10 days. It has been a gray month. I am ready for the opportunity to plant a few bulbs, so I can look forward to those spring blooms emerging. It is so exciting to see that first color burst through the snow as the crocus pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5j9f-rCHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fMW5uu8LAkc/s1600-h/PA290061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399362911471339634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5j9f-rCHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fMW5uu8LAkc/s320/PA290061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a quick picture from the front porch, in between rain drops, as the vibrant red Japanese maple leaves fell and covered the ground. So quickly and silently the branches became bare and new carpet was spread all over our woodland floor. I longed to capture more moments and scenes from the autumn of 2009, but with our camera still away being repaired, I have been limited to our backup camera. Looking forward to our photo club meeting this week and getting back to paint class with the ladies. Thinking of Thanksgiving, family together, and blessings galore makes November a time of heartfelt thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-2545403824319637375?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/2545403824319637375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=2545403824319637375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2545403824319637375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2545403824319637375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh-new-month.html' title='Ahhhh, A New Month!!!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Su5h6D2aEyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CEwdeJjd4GY/s72-c/PA300102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3277419322894529916</id><published>2009-10-11T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:31:56.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hudsons to Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving."~Lao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdpHUmlrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7zK3WoL9TOc/s1600-h/IMGP2614Cross+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474664837387954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdpHUmlrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7zK3WoL9TOc/s320/IMGP2614Cross+Creek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We drove around on Hilton Head and took in the unexpected vistas around each bend and over every bridge.  Our minds experienced the lives of the rich and famous, as we admired the landscape, and snapped photos to re-visit the places time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hudsons&lt;/span&gt; on the Docks was our idea of the perfect seaside restaurant, with the best seafood anyone could imagine, and the atmosphere of being by the docks with super friendly people. It was wonderful.  I highly recommend it to everyone. It was not super fancy, as a couple places next door, but was just exactly our type of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdolbjCzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/14jOEE-7RJs/s1600-h/IMGP2561Hudsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474655739710258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdolbjCzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/14jOEE-7RJs/s320/IMGP2561Hudsons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These birds call the docks at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hudsons&lt;/span&gt; "home" and were happily perched on top of the boats awaiting an easy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdoX2zQ2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/DdM_sUHbOfY/s1600-h/P9090279bird+on+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474652095923042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdoX2zQ2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/DdM_sUHbOfY/s320/P9090279bird+on+boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is a fascination with the shrimp boats and all the rigging and nets that go into the great meals we enjoyed.  The life of the fisherman is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt;, but many of them would not trade for any other profession. Their boats are their life. I always enjoy reading the names of the boats and knowing that vessel truly has a story to tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdn5nP8eI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OLNUS4xvlmM/s1600-h/P9090306by+docks+Olympus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474643977630178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdn5nP8eI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OLNUS4xvlmM/s320/P9090306by+docks+Olympus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After lunch, we needed a walk and found the perfect spot--Audubon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Newhall&lt;/span&gt; Preserve.  We strolled through the tall pines, surrounded by the stillness of the woodland.  Our footsteps were muffled by the pine needles and the sweet song of birds filled the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdDuEQQjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CbV7IR7oB0s/s1600-h/P9090310audubon+newhall+preserve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474022402769458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdDuEQQjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CbV7IR7oB0s/s320/P9090310audubon+newhall+preserve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As the sun's rays separated the boughs, the palms were illuminated and begged to be photographed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdECdNkeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1zkxrYP2WqA/s1600-h/IMGP2622palms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474027876159970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdECdNkeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1zkxrYP2WqA/s320/IMGP2622palms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soon it was approaching the end of day and we wanted to visit Harbour Town at sunset. We were not disappointed, as the sun began to sink, the boats were sailing in and Old Glory was waving in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdCqk_U0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/axqlSQncZMg/s1600-h/IMGP2698boat+at+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391474004286460738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdCqk_U0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/axqlSQncZMg/s320/IMGP2698boat+at+sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This gull picked his special seat for the prime view of sunset.  It is good he didn't charge for the pictures people took of him, for he was a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdCJlIMJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8bTXJ67x7yQ/s1600-h/IMGP2757sunset+gull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391473995428671634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdCJlIMJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8bTXJ67x7yQ/s320/IMGP2757sunset+gull.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As night approached, it was appropriate that I captured a shot of the South Carolina state logo, as the moon was over the palmetto tree and the lighthouse and flag were standing watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdB-Sq_mI/AAAAAAAAAko/duOdKUBGGZQ/s1600-h/IMGP2816palmetto+lghths+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391473992398470754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdB-Sq_mI/AAAAAAAAAko/duOdKUBGGZQ/s320/IMGP2816palmetto+lghths+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The close of a beautiful day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3277419322894529916?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3277419322894529916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3277419322894529916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3277419322894529916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3277419322894529916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-hudsons-to-sunset.html' title='From Hudsons to Sunset'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/StJdpHUmlrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7zK3WoL9TOc/s72-c/IMGP2614Cross+Creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-468396317300394922</id><published>2009-10-09T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:57:24.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights from Harbour Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Outside our hotel the beautiful Spanish moss dangled like pendants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;from the boughs of the live oaks. I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_v3xSI-FI/AAAAAAAAAkg/e41c1jtIEu8/s1600-h/IMGP2007Vr+spanish+moss+liveoak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390791020387039314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_v3xSI-FI/AAAAAAAAAkg/e41c1jtIEu8/s320/IMGP2007Vr+spanish+moss+liveoak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What fun it was to drive to Harbour Town and experience the water, boats, lighthouse and seashore.  The weather could not have been any nicer, and being late in the season, there weren't any crowds. We just took in the fresh air, sounds of the birds and waves, and watched people coming in on sailboats, and going out on fishing excursions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_t2Wc8sSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/XflrdunScgA/s1600-h/IMGP2116spirit+of+harbour+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788796981489954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_t2Wc8sSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/XflrdunScgA/s320/IMGP2116spirit+of+harbour+town.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We did climb to the top of the Lighthouse, and walked outside to enjoy sights from all sides.  The wind blew through our hair and the sunshine warmed our faces, while we watched the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;below.  The next picture was taken from the top of the Lighthouse and you can see one young mother watching her two little children explore beach, and gather special shells to take home for treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_taGsGzrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Bj4Gpw0CUO4/s1600-h/IMGP2215view+from+top+o+lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788311713762994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_taGsGzrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Bj4Gpw0CUO4/s320/IMGP2215view+from+top+o+lighthouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are shops to catch the eye of everyone, especially us ladies!!  And lots of red rocking chairs outside for the gentlemen.  Sea food with tables by the water and in the evening, live music fills the air.  I saw the cutest little maybe 2 year-old girl dancing in the sand to the song "Sweet Caroline" with her Mama.  Vacation memories that bring back smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tZm1qAkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bV0ZsIuWvW4/s1600-h/IMGP2237HH+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788303163884098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tZm1qAkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bV0ZsIuWvW4/s320/IMGP2237HH+shopping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is a couple that we saw who had 4 beautiful golden retrievers.  They were so well behaved and cared for, and everyone stopped to admire them. They seemed to love all the attention from we tourists at Harbour Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tYwPxC5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/4lMLlbiDVR4/s1600-h/IMGP2242-Vr5x7+labs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788288509447058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tYwPxC5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/4lMLlbiDVR4/s320/IMGP2242-Vr5x7+labs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;In the afternoon we wanted to visit some nature spots, so we drove to the Coastal Discovery Museum and walked around the grounds, historic buildings, and out on the boardwalks in the marshes.  There was also a butterfly house there and lots of active "flying-flowers" filled the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tYRttJpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5h-DrHyTA_8/s1600-h/IMGP2381butterfly+orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788280313521810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tYRttJpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5h-DrHyTA_8/s320/IMGP2381butterfly+orange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There were some very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; plants there too, and I had to take a few pictures of them, and may someday know what they are???? They will surely be a part of the interesting finds on Hilton Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tX-W-8KI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TkRD6jYn9BE/s1600-h/IMGP2427strange+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788275117944994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_tX-W-8KI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TkRD6jYn9BE/s320/IMGP2427strange+plant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will close for this evening, and try to return with a follow-up on Hudson on the Docks, and sunset over the water.  It is great fun to recall and share our journey. God bless you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_t29PXccI/AAAAAAAAAkY/otM6rcTBzyQ/s1600-h/IMGP2007Vr+spanish+moss+liveoak.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-468396317300394922?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/468396317300394922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=468396317300394922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/468396317300394922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/468396317300394922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/10/sights-from-harbour-town.html' title='Sights from Harbour Town'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ss_v3xSI-FI/AAAAAAAAAkg/e41c1jtIEu8/s72-c/IMGP2007Vr+spanish+moss+liveoak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-9183149713792949059</id><published>2009-10-04T00:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:38:08.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise on Hilton Head Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388629189659343058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SshBsqPyONI/AAAAAAAAAjg/yJwJ2yJ01c0/s320/IMGP1892V+us+5x7+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Us at sunrise on Hilton Head beach September 29, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This past week we have been on a little trip to Georgia and South Carolina. It was good to visit with family and spend a little time reminiscing and reminding one another that we are always close in heart although sometimes miles separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the road we journeyed to Hilton Head, South Carolina and were blessed with perfect weather, and so much beauty no camera could ever capture it all. After arriving Monday evening, and having a scrumptious seafood dinner at the Grumpy Grouper, we arose early to be on the beach at sunrise. As you can guess, this was my idea, not Leon's---he wasn't quite sure what a sunrise was!! But once he was out there and saw the magnificence of the sun awakening the ocean to a new day, he agreed it was a very special event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg85qJpWiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2b1tYjyTXtE/s1600-h/IMGP1856sun+breaking+through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388623915413756450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg85qJpWiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2b1tYjyTXtE/s320/IMGP1856sun+breaking+through.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A few other people were smart enough to get out of their comfy beds and at the water's edge before 7 A.M. It was such a quiet serene place. When we first arrived there were dolphins swimming just about 25 feet from shore. Later the pelicans came by. All the creatures had begun their day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg84wgN3_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/zbOsetBnA9k/s1600-h/IMGP1828walking+at+sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388623899939168242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg84wgN3_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/zbOsetBnA9k/s320/IMGP1828walking+at+sunrise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg85qJpWiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2b1tYjyTXtE/s1600-h/IMGP1856sun+breaking+through.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Leon caught me with camera in hand and sand between my toes, as I enjoyed being saturated with the sights, sounds and feelings of the ocean in the early morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg84RT8yzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rGOYV1y0Jog/s1600-h/P9290078VAS+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388623891566218034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg84RT8yzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rGOYV1y0Jog/s320/P9290078VAS+on+beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I could not resist leaving a message in the sand, sharing with the world that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VAS&lt;/span&gt; +&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LLS&lt;/span&gt; had been there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg86AlVh5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/aCh41CNpLng/s1600-h/IMGP1921writings+in+the+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388623921435477906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg86AlVh5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/aCh41CNpLng/s320/IMGP1921writings+in+the+sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was just the beginning of many adventures on our journey over the past 7 days.  I hope to share a few more chapters with you in the upcoming days.  Since it is the wee hours of the morning now, and we just got home at 9 P.M.  it is time I "journey" to bed and get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt; All!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Ssg84RT8yzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rGOYV1y0Jog/s1600-h/P9290078VAS+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-9183149713792949059?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/9183149713792949059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=9183149713792949059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/9183149713792949059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/9183149713792949059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunrise-on-hilton-head-island.html' title='Sunrise on Hilton Head Island'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SshBsqPyONI/AAAAAAAAAjg/yJwJ2yJ01c0/s72-c/IMGP1892V+us+5x7+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6405211946802427828</id><published>2009-09-17T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:25:35.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.....John Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666892229582050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTBReZnOI/AAAAAAAAAio/uJjxrjrvoFE/s320/IMGP0187Vwoodland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While walking down the path through the woods, I looked down and saw this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bluejay&lt;/span&gt; feather, and although it was ruffled and less than perfect, somehow it looked so pretty to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMVgql6N2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0dsUyIG-8OI/s1600-h/IMGP0173feather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382669630571165538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMVgql6N2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0dsUyIG-8OI/s320/IMGP0173feather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I must share some of the beautiful flowers that I snipped from my garden, so I can enjoy them on my table. I wanted to post some items that I enjoy and think are lovely, before sharing the photo of how I overcame some of my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTABOZ5FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/V5-NmStejY8/s1600-h/IMGP0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666870687654994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTABOZ5FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/V5-NmStejY8/s320/IMGP0148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the following picture is not one that I would have taken, had it not been of one of the topics for our "scavenger hunt" photo contest. Since I wasn't sure when or where I was going to get a photo of a snake, I was happy, yet VERY apprehensive about taking the photos. So I decided I needed to show you the shot of what I saw as I got down on the ground and captured my picture for the scavenger hunt.  Sometimes we can do things that we don't think that we can, and in this way "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;overcomers&lt;/span&gt; are born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMYAG1ko3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/3K3rjZ9ltlY/s1600-h/IMGP0421V+snake+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382672369752253298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMYAG1ko3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/3K3rjZ9ltlY/s320/IMGP0421V+snake+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, here is one more flower, just so this posting ends with something more beautiful that the snake.  This a one of the last roses of summer from my yard.  It has the sweetest smell, and I love the pretty pink petals.  It has been a battle to get them before the Japanese beetles have them for lunch.  As it is getting late, and I was going to get some sleep before I even began this blog, I had best get some shut-eye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTAw03EBI/AAAAAAAAAig/BP6mQJuB3AA/s1600-h/IMGP0127Vrose+r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666883465416722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTAw03EBI/AAAAAAAAAig/BP6mQJuB3AA/s320/IMGP0127Vrose+r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you all for taking the journey through our woods and enjoy the last few days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6405211946802427828?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6405211946802427828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6405211946802427828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6405211946802427828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6405211946802427828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-to-woods.html' title='Come to the Woods'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SrMTBReZnOI/AAAAAAAAAio/uJjxrjrvoFE/s72-c/IMGP0187Vwoodland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6543940127279649677</id><published>2009-09-05T16:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:43:28.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit of the Vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Welcome to Cedar Hill Vineyard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378104538700552082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdlWIpl5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/V38L87rCfQA/s320/IMGP8472+Vr+arbor+-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I was blessed on Thursday to get to spend the day with a group of sweet ladies that share my love of painting. We carpooled to one of our painter's house, who happens to have a vineyard. She is the hostess with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mostest&lt;/span&gt;! A great painter, dear friend and welcomes many into her home and "tasting room". On Thursday, she had prepared food for us and she and her husband showed us around their beautiful vineyard and explained the process of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wine making&lt;/span&gt; from growing the grapes to sipping the wine. We all had a wonderful time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, my passion was taking pictures of everything, especially the beautiful grapes hanging on the vine almost ready for picking. Several will be picked this coming week, that is why they wanted us to come while they were still on the vine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLct5oFoxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t756J1awDfw/s1600-h/IMGP8174Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378103586154980114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLct5oFoxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t756J1awDfw/s320/IMGP8174Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is one of the gates that a friend made for them with the logo that is on their wine labels. Beautiful iron work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Below is a view of the "tasting room" that sets in the Vineyard and above the winery. It is filled with many paintings displaying the talents of our hostess. All enter through the grape-covered arbor. As you do the aroma of grapes fills the air, as the Concord grapes are begging to be plucked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdk83OW5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/EDwwapIbeLM/s1600-h/IMGP8344+tasting+rom+Vr+-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378104531916577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdk83OW5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/EDwwapIbeLM/s320/IMGP8344+tasting+rom+Vr+-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There were several different varieties of grapes growing and as you can see, some ready for harvest. Each bunch was a picture waiting to be photographed. Everyone laughed at me, as I received a phone call while there, and while I was outside talking, I held the phone with one hand, and my other hand was clicking away, trying to capture all the beauty in the fruit of the vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdl5QX5OI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TgdrTpwUpxc/s1600-h/IMGP8477Vr5x7+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378104548128187618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdl5QX5OI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TgdrTpwUpxc/s320/IMGP8477Vr5x7+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcuz6X_0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/-zQSP7q7rew/s1600-h/IMGP8194Vr+ready+for+picking-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378103601800937282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcuz6X_0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/-zQSP7q7rew/s320/IMGP8194Vr+ready+for+picking-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I guess I never thought of it before, but as I walked among the vines, I realized that the different varieties have different shapes and colors of leaves, as well as different fruit. I should have realized that was probably the case, but never had examined the differences between species before. It is the different type of grapes that makes the different types of wine, and the way wines get their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcvRv_52I/AAAAAAAAAho/fhg4qK0Lh0w/s1600-h/IMGP8217Vr+different+leaves+-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378103609810478946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcvRv_52I/AAAAAAAAAho/fhg4qK0Lh0w/s320/IMGP8217Vr+different+leaves+-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The fragrance of roses mingled with the sweet scents from the grapes to lure all passersby to pause and take in their surroundings, as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; senses were awakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcuS0D-9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/-sODpZI_76Y/s1600-h/IMGP8181Vr+for+blog+gate+to+vineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378103592916089810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcuS0D-9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/-sODpZI_76Y/s320/IMGP8181Vr+for+blog+gate+to+vineyard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLmDy-Nq6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ReMCz1dO5rw/s1600-h/IMGP8467V5x7roses+and+grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378113857930505122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLmDy-Nq6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ReMCz1dO5rw/s320/IMGP8467V5x7roses+and+grapes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a glimpse of the spread of goodies that met us as we relaxed together for a time of fellowship and relaxation. These outings are great inspiration for the next outstanding paintings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcthFb7JI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dVE-GT6h78g/s1600-h/food+-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378103579567189138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLcthFb7JI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dVE-GT6h78g/s320/food+-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Needless to say, I did enjoy the journey, and hope you have too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6543940127279649677?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6543940127279649677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6543940127279649677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6543940127279649677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6543940127279649677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/09/fruit-of-vine.html' title='The Fruit of the Vine'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SqLdlWIpl5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/V38L87rCfQA/s72-c/IMGP8472+Vr+arbor+-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1500592199279746390</id><published>2009-08-24T20:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:11:08.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;In the field on the corner of our property, I planted some sunflowers. Some little critter ate the seeds, and I again planted sunflowers. This process was repeated 3-4 times, and finally a few sunflowers sprouted and grew. I love to look up and see the big happy yellow flowers against the bright blue sky. The day I took this picture it was very windy, and some nice fluffy white clouds were floating by. I thought I had better get a picture while the opportunity was there, as the birds have already begun helping themselves to one of their favorite meals-sunflower seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNNL965XEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fo5FsrIxDvM/s1600-h/IMGP7338-Vsunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373723648378625090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNNL965XEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fo5FsrIxDvM/s320/IMGP7338-Vsunflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Diagonally across the field are the cosmos that I planted in the corner of the field. They were blowing in the breeze, and the temperatures were perfect as I walked past the wild flowers and got a few pictures of their pretty pink, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; and white blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNCxhpwGqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xvbqsi_VoqE/s1600-h/IMGP7373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373712198997645986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNCxhpwGqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xvbqsi_VoqE/s320/IMGP7373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It would not have been right to not include a couple photos of the lovely wildflowers that are growing in our pasture field. Below are pictures of a type of milkweed ( which is the host plant for the monarch butterfly) and the royal purple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iron weed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNMSB44-rI/AAAAAAAAAgw/usaEH2WqObk/s1600-h/IMGP7354milkweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373722653011540658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNMSB44-rI/AAAAAAAAAgw/usaEH2WqObk/s320/IMGP7354milkweed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNMSlZpcBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fHeRJsdgdlE/s1600-h/IMGP7356ironweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373722662544175122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNMSlZpcBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fHeRJsdgdlE/s320/IMGP7356ironweed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sunday evening as we were out for a drive we saw the balloons from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Centralia's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Balloonfest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They had not been able to fly earlier in the weekend, due to the winds, but filled the sky with bright colors, and interesting shapes. I was fascinated by the 2 bees that are separate balloons, but they met in the air, and then floated in their own directions. They were so sweet, must have been "honey bees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBymTcccI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ObNWrW3tyMQ/s1600-h/IMGP75522bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373711117914501570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBymTcccI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ObNWrW3tyMQ/s320/IMGP75522bees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNByPO0OvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2EWxxKeyBcU/s1600-h/IMGP7566five+balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373711111721073394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNByPO0OvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2EWxxKeyBcU/s320/IMGP7566five+balloons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBxZauAoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Hppea_WW5m8/s1600-h/IMGP7574flying+apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373711097275482754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBxZauAoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Hppea_WW5m8/s320/IMGP7574flying+apart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning when I got up and saw the sunshine, and remembered the morning glories on our fence, I knew it was time to take a walk and get a picture before they close their petals for the day. I love all the flowers, but morning glories are one of the first flowers I have a memory of. As a child, we always had a garden. Actually, we always had 2 gardens, one planted early and one later, and one of my jobs was to help hoe in the garden. I remember seeing the little morning glories blooming in the rows and I knew Mom wanted them cut out, and I felt it would be more appropriate to pick the flowers first, and put them in a vase before cutting down the plant. I always loved the blue morning glories, and I do understand now how they can take over the other crops, and can be considered "weeds" by some, to me they truly are "glorious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNCxNhy7vI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2VdcUnCTXWo/s1600-h/IMGP7650Vr5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373712193595567858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNCxNhy7vI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2VdcUnCTXWo/s320/IMGP7650Vr5x7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBwNtbsHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MELJCMZq6B0/s1600-h/IMGP7665V+morning+glories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373711076952879218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNBwNtbsHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MELJCMZq6B0/s320/IMGP7665V+morning+glories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was a wonderful morning to soak in the sunshine, and spend time among the morning glories. I hope you too have enjoyed my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1500592199279746390?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1500592199279746390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1500592199279746390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1500592199279746390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1500592199279746390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-field-on-corner-of-our-property-i.html' title='Flowers Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SpNNL965XEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fo5FsrIxDvM/s72-c/IMGP7338-Vsunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5323576603760272120</id><published>2009-08-17T10:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:04:09.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse is a Horse, Of Course, Of Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"Okay, Blue-eyes, just smile for the camera and then she will go away," the gray mare whispered into S.S. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Silverlace's&lt;/span&gt; ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9dyVK1QI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e-7MnRq2dsY/s1600-h/IMGP6951-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961981296268546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9dyVK1QI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e-7MnRq2dsY/s320/IMGP6951-Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a fun day it was discovering different horses, their personalities, and surroundings.  I did have my favorites, and the white one below, I nicknamed "Freckles" is about 27 years young and such a photogenic soul.  I have never spent much time around horses, although I did have one memorable incident around 10 years old, while spending the afternoon at a friend's house, who spent all her waking hours with their horses.  She convinced me to ride a horse with her across their pasture field.  She put an English saddle on mine, and I knew nothing about riding a horse.  When we got into the field, both of our horses took off in a gallop and then across a small ditch and I was trying to hold on for dear life.  When she finally got our horses stopped, and me calmed down, I decided what I liked best about horses was brushing them, talking to them, and giving them treats, from on the ground, not on their backs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9e_jTa5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eKFtWklnOFo/s1600-h/Freckled+horse-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370962002025081746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9e_jTa5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eKFtWklnOFo/s320/Freckled+horse-Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite horses~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We were going from one barn to another, while listening to the stories of each of the horses by their caregiver, and as we approached the entry to the next building, their "guard-cat" was holding the gate shut.  Of course, who could resist such a pose? Not I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SomAG3VYsBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/yYFegqEdg4A/s1600-h/cat+on+gate4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964886037245970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SomAG3VYsBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/yYFegqEdg4A/s320/cat+on+gate4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When we got inside, we got to see the perfect epitome of youth!  This little colt had more energy than you can imagine.  When he and his mom were let outside, he ran in a gallop and kicked up dust galore.  It was quite a show! You can just see his high-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spiritedness&lt;/span&gt; in his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9dac4XGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/C-ZlwfVfIdE/s1600-h/IMGP7045-V+Energy+of+youth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961974886161506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9dac4XGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/C-ZlwfVfIdE/s320/IMGP7045-V+Energy+of+youth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No posting about horses would be complete without this 30 year old beautiful addition.  Even with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cockleburs&lt;/span&gt; in its mane and bridle, from roaming the  pasture with the cattle, doesn't it steal your heart?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SomAHcnr3_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/HRN6PVPkdvI/s1600-h/--8-13-06--Pictures+395+5x7Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964896046112754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SomAHcnr3_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/HRN6PVPkdvI/s320/--8-13-06--Pictures+395+5x7Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9eTxuXdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u50AfDdNKYI/s1600-h/IMGP6910+Blue+n+brown-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961990274407890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9eTxuXdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u50AfDdNKYI/s320/IMGP6910+Blue+n+brown-Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yes, I decided to start a new trend and wear one blue and one brown contact today. Looks great, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9c903AvI/AAAAAAAAAew/5G4Q86JjrxA/s1600-h/IMGP72334x6+cherokee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961967202108146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9c903AvI/AAAAAAAAAew/5G4Q86JjrxA/s320/IMGP72334x6+cherokee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This handsome fellow's name is Cherokee.  He was the instigation for our trek to photograph horses.  I had seen him a couple years ago and thought he was so distinguished that I wanted to see him again. After talking with the man that had had him, we learned where he lives, and went to see him.  He certainly is well-cared for and living the "life of Riley".  ( Side note: Does everyone remember that TV show?  I just vaguely do, but somehow remember it was a comedy! Blast from the past!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One last footnote, to today's journey.  As I took my daily walk to the mailbox, I spotted the cutest little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terrapin&lt;/span&gt;.  He was all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; and clean from the morning's rain, except he had the biggest mess on his face around his mouth, as he had been eating white mushrooms/toadstools.  I did not have my camera!!! But it was a picture!  Have a wonderful day, and Enjoy your Journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5323576603760272120?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5323576603760272120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5323576603760272120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5323576603760272120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5323576603760272120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/08/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html' title='A Horse is a Horse, Of Course, Of Course'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sol9dyVK1QI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e-7MnRq2dsY/s72-c/IMGP6951-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1774757523125950218</id><published>2009-08-07T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:05:46.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to the Mailbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Six days a week I take a walk to the mailbox.  It is such a delightful journey, and makes for an exercise routine, that although not very extensive, yet it is pretty consistent.  Each day as I stroll to the  mailbox, I see so much beauty, and it is always an uplifting trip.  Many days I take my camera along and capture a few images of the day's highlights. I wanted to share some of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday's&lt;/span&gt; scenes, and hope that they bring a smile to your face, as you imagine the butterflies fluttering from flower to flower, and listen for the quail in the distance with his "bob-white" call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz5zcvq5CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RzAIw0dlx7s/s1600-h/IMGP6544-mailbox+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439518203569186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz5zcvq5CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RzAIw0dlx7s/s320/IMGP6544-mailbox+V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This little flower is called "snow-on-the-mountain".  One of our neighbors gave me seeds to start this plant, and this is the second year it has returned.  I love the dainty little blooms and the white-on-white coloring of flowers and leaves.  It grows just down from our mailbox, and can be seen in the above photo just to the left of the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz50MJsYSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5vqAWnLGWj0/s1600-h/IMGP6562-V+snow+on+mtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439530929185058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz50MJsYSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5vqAWnLGWj0/s320/IMGP6562-V+snow+on+mtn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz5zvYqBqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YnuiT5GVsWI/s1600-h/IMGP6554-V+Monarch+butterfly+Lantana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439523207317154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz5zvYqBqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YnuiT5GVsWI/s320/IMGP6554-V+Monarch+butterfly+Lantana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lantana&lt;/span&gt; planted beneath the mailbox, and they were being visited by a monarch butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7ZXXxQuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TYooxy-Y_jo/s1600-h/IMGP6579-V+spicebush+swallowtail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441269107802850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7ZXXxQuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TYooxy-Y_jo/s320/IMGP6579-V+spicebush+swallowtail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My zinnias are a favorite place for the butterflies to gather and partake of the different colored blooms.  This is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spicebush&lt;/span&gt; swallowtail butterfly.  I am just now learning to identify the different butterflies, and have found a website that is very helpful.  It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardenswithwings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.gardenswithwings.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; . You can put in the wing color, and other identifying marks, and it brings up pictures of various species to compare your butterfly and see what kind it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz51OG7RQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qJ9-7saHgOA/s1600-h/IMGP6581-V+sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439548634318082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz51OG7RQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qJ9-7saHgOA/s320/IMGP6581-V+sunflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the corner of our pasture field I have planted some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannas&lt;/span&gt; and sunflowers.  I love the big blooms on the sunflowers and know that my days for photographing them is limited, as the birds will soon be dining on the seeds.  They are such happy flowers.  This year it was difficult getting them started, as some little critter ate the seeds before they could sprout.  After 3 plantings I finally succeeded in getting a few to grow.  They are very showy above the red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz50RAbzFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JXqFD4FWGG8/s1600-h/IMGP6567-V+silver-spotted+skipper+on+zinnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439532232526930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz50RAbzFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JXqFD4FWGG8/s320/IMGP6567-V+silver-spotted+skipper+on+zinnia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is a silver-spotted skipper on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; colored zinnia. That website is a big help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7aHNrwmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ozLS01q6bU0/s1600-h/IMGP6589-V+bittersweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441281950401122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7aHNrwmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ozLS01q6bU0/s320/IMGP6589-V+bittersweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I planted this bittersweet about 7 years ago.  Last year was its first year to have berries.  I do have another plant (which I assume is a male) as it has not had any berries.  I am hoping it becomes more fruitful so I can gather the vines and berries for a wreath in the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7ZifvNmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hOlHNEt4mTs/s1600-h/IMGP6595-V+swallowtail+butterfly+bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441272094013026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7ZifvNmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hOlHNEt4mTs/s320/IMGP6595-V+swallowtail+butterfly+bush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more butterfly, appropriately lit on a butterfly bush.  This is a swallowtail butterfly, and a very friendly one, I must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7abuCCOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/klBGt00pA6E/s1600-h/IMGP6619-V+rose+of+sharon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441287454787810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz7abuCCOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/klBGt00pA6E/s320/IMGP6619-V+rose+of+sharon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before walking back inside the house, with mail in hand, and camera around my neck, this lovely single blossomed rose-of-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sharon&lt;/span&gt; caught my eye, and I knew I had to take its picture.  It is a bush I brought from my Mom's yard and somehow it managed to bloom without the beetles discovering it.  I have some purple ones too, but love this white with the deep red center. Thank you for walking with me to get the mail, and I hope you Enjoyed our Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1774757523125950218?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1774757523125950218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1774757523125950218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1774757523125950218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1774757523125950218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-to-mailbox.html' title='A Walk to the Mailbox'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Snz5zcvq5CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RzAIw0dlx7s/s72-c/IMGP6544-mailbox+V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4103178735922897989</id><published>2009-08-03T20:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:27:02.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let Me Tell You 'Bout the Birds and the Bees.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pileated&lt;/span&gt; woodpecker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePrA6VHRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CuXU1Mpl7J8/s1600-h/IMGP6424-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915450177035538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePrA6VHRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CuXU1Mpl7J8/s320/IMGP6424-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon when we returned from town, I looked over to the east of our house in the front yard and saw this rare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pileated&lt;/span&gt; woodpecker.  I did have my camera with me, and cautiously, quietly I tried to get it out of the bag. I managed to get some pictures, and am thrilled that we have this species of woodpecker right here in our yard, and I got to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We do have lots of bees this year. They are busy in the flower beds, but also have been buzzing around our hummingbird feeders.  Here some on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coneflowers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915478542451154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePsqlLAdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7xhssuBDg9Q/s320/Vr+coneflwr+and+bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Let me introduce you to this little bird, which has taken up residence in our woodland since April.  He is a summer tanager.  His mate is a muted yellow.  They are very friendly and talk a lot.  Their favorite food in our bird garden is the suet.  We have really enjoyed them and hope they return next year (or stay through the winter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915474525096450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePsbnXCgI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3furRDlE7z0/s320/IMGP6283-Vr+tanager.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;--Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePr8IR_cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/12DZFtNO_18/s1600-h/IMGP6213-Vr+sweetpea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915466073243074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePr8IR_cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/12DZFtNO_18/s320/IMGP6213-Vr+sweetpea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the Sweet Peas! I love the pretty pink ones and their cute little tendrils that curl around the fence to hold on and climb. This one is growing behind our flower garden and is extra-special as it came from Leon's Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harned's&lt;/span&gt; home place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And last but not least, is a picture of these "Naked Ladies" which have been dancing all around our yard.They can be seen where you would least expect them . Over night they seem to jump up on their long slender legs and like pretty ballerinas sway in the breeze and move to the sound of the birds and the bees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SneRY4SRBJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AqA4qSsQlgc/s1600-h/IMGP6204+Vr+pink+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917337647121554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SneRY4SRBJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AqA4qSsQlgc/s320/IMGP6204+Vr+pink+lilies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SneRY4SRBJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AqA4qSsQlgc/s1600-h/IMGP6204+Vr+pink+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Enjoy your journey through the last few weeks of summer and take time to examine the flowers,  and listen to the birds and bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4103178735922897989?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4103178735922897989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4103178735922897989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4103178735922897989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4103178735922897989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-tell-you-bout-birds-and-bees.html' title='&quot;Let Me Tell You &apos;Bout the Birds and the Bees..&quot;'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SnePrA6VHRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CuXU1Mpl7J8/s72-c/IMGP6424-Vr+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3650974406992904873</id><published>2009-07-24T23:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:39:00.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of Muffins and Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPb-EL97I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ApHY43oSg6o/s1600-h/IMGP1996-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256017017796530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPb-EL97I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ApHY43oSg6o/s320/IMGP1996-Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our rains have ceased for about 4 days, and now we are trying (not too successfully) to keep the Japanese beetles off of the roses.  There is always some challenge when it comes to  gardening. I do feel sorry for the farmers in this area, because it has been impossible for many of them to get their crops planted, due to the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPcnfOfcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Yj94Y8bo6AI/s1600-h/IMGP5902-muffins+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256028137061826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPcnfOfcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Yj94Y8bo6AI/s320/IMGP5902-muffins+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When the weather gives you rain and 60 degree temperatures, it is time to make muffins!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; yes I found the best recipe for banana nut muffins, and just happened to have some very ripe bananas ready for the batter.  They are yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPdjRJojI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xUjbBE3iQX4/s1600-h/IMGP5946-Vr+sawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256044184150578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPdjRJojI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xUjbBE3iQX4/s320/IMGP5946-Vr+sawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All the rain, causes the trees which have died back in the woodland to become saturated with water, and become top heavy and fall.  While we sat on the deck we noticed this large tree had fallen across the smaller tree, and had it bent over, so Leon got his chainsaw and released the tree that was bowed under the weight of the big fallen one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Someone had to take pictures during this intense work, and that would be me!!!  While I was watching the work, I found this pretty orange fungus growing on the forest floor. All the rains have caused lots of interesting fungi to pop up all over the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqQAKBIegI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mE5HCoGbcjo/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256638701500930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqQAKBIegI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mE5HCoGbcjo/s320/orange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now my job of digitally capturing all the work that goes on around our place, was very intense earlier this week, as we got the trenching done in our front yard.  I am so happy to report that the project is complete, and we are just waiting for more rain to settle the ground, so we can bring in more soil to fill in the trench and plant some grass seed.  I must admit, Leon did lots of digging and shoveling, while I took photos, and helped when I could. As Mom used to say, "'We' killed a bear. Pa shot it."  We both were so thankful that the rain held off and we got it finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPc3FTb5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pVdbTNYY-_4/s1600-h/IMGP6084-trench+Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256032323301266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPc3FTb5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pVdbTNYY-_4/s320/IMGP6084-trench+Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of the work in progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqP_nyCT5I/AAAAAAAAAco/qTalKNxSrbg/s1600-h/IMGP5592-lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256629511376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqP_nyCT5I/AAAAAAAAAco/qTalKNxSrbg/s320/IMGP5592-lily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a tiny lily that managed to bloom, despite the frigid weather and excessive rain. It is only about an inch across, but precious. After taking this picture, "Fluffy" wanted to know why I had not taken his picture recently, so I must include his pose in this posting.   He hurried over and laid on these stones and waited for his photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPcFXKttI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AnXapPQNBCM/s1600-h/IMGP5559fluff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256018976454354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPcFXKttI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AnXapPQNBCM/s320/IMGP5559fluff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time it rains, gather yourself a bouquet and make a batch of muffins.  They are wonderful with coffee and a good book.  The following is the recipe, so you have no excuse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Banana Nut Muffins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 ripe bananas, mashed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1/3 cup butter, melted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 Tablespoon strong coffee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pinch of salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 1/2cups flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Mix butter and bananas in a large bowl. Mix in sugar, egg, coffee, and vanilla.  Sprinkle baking soda and salt over mixture.  Add flour, but don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over mix&lt;/span&gt;. Fold in the nuts.  Pour into muffin tins.  Bake 25-30 minutes.  Makes 12-15 muffins.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3650974406992904873?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3650974406992904873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3650974406992904873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3650974406992904873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3650974406992904873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-of-muffins-and-roses.html' title='The Days of Muffins and Roses'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmqPb-EL97I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ApHY43oSg6o/s72-c/IMGP1996-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1943146948225876408</id><published>2009-07-18T22:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:56:18.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360028788064960514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKlyLp6wAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qAUeQLiLN_0/s320/IMGP5885-Vr+evening+clouds+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tonight's evening sky--beautiful clouds--a few sprinkles of rain, and 60 degree temps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; July???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKacHGgaDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u4KRkJLcAQ4/s1600-h/IMGP5841-Leon+with+lapdesk+on+deck+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016314257664050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKacHGgaDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u4KRkJLcAQ4/s320/IMGP5841-Leon+with+lapdesk+on+deck+Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday evening, yes on July 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the temperatures were so cool that a flannel shirt and blanket were needed to sit on the deck comfortably. Here Leon is enjoying his lap desk and computer surrounded by the songs of our birds and the croaking frogs. It truly feels more like autumn than summer. After he came in the house the thunder began and we had another 2 inches of rain! Yes that brings us to a total of over 7 inches in the last 2 weeks. Everything is green and we are looking forward to sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKacI61aBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EEzLX6qQ4CA/s1600-h/Joe+Sippers+-+Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016314745579538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKacI61aBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EEzLX6qQ4CA/s320/Joe+Sippers+-+Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If you are ever in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Effingham&lt;/span&gt;, IL and looking for a great coffee house---here it is on Fourth St. Joe Sippers Cafe. They have good food--&lt;em&gt;cookies too&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; and a laid-back atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKabwTMRnI/AAAAAAAAAbg/15FjbyeZb_8/s1600-h/IMGP5825-Vr+bullfrog+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016308136855154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKabwTMRnI/AAAAAAAAAbg/15FjbyeZb_8/s320/IMGP5825-Vr+bullfrog+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bull frogs love the rainy weather. More puddles for them to sing about, and they do serenade us most evenings. It is fun to listen to the difference in their tones, as the young ones have such high pitches compared to the full grown old bass frogs. They are cute and abundant around our pond. Many times when you approach them they rapidly jump into the water, but this little guy posed for a portrait. I found him to be very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKaboYKnHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/y5JD1sDsdck/s1600-h/IMGP5747-tree+frog+for+blog+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016306010233970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKaboYKnHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/y5JD1sDsdck/s320/IMGP5747-tree+frog+for+blog+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, more frogs!!!! On the table on our deck I have this cute frog candle holder, which my sweet daughter gave me, and I found our little resident tree frog admiring the big green ceramic frog last evening. He seemed to be wondering if he would look like that when he grows up. The little tree frog has made his home up in our umbrella, and he, along with several of his family and friends, join with the bull frogs in harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;When the sun sinks low and the lightning bugs start to glow that is the time to listen for the songs of the frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKabWYaLOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b2Ean5Yag34/s1600-h/IMGP5791-tray+gold+finches+Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360016301179415778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKabWYaLOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b2Ean5Yag34/s320/IMGP5791-tray+gold+finches+Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at all the male goldfinches~~~I guess the ladies are all setting on their nests, and the guys all went out to eat, and gathered around the table in our backyard. They have really been busy emptying our feeders, but they pay us for their meals by singing the prettiest songs you can imagine. Our trees are full of their music, and we thank the Lord for the joy and entertainment they provide. We are hoping for some summer days soon, and a reprieve from the rain.  Guess the birds also need extra nourishment on our unseasonably cool days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1943146948225876408?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1943146948225876408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1943146948225876408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1943146948225876408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1943146948225876408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-july.html' title='A Cold July'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SmKlyLp6wAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qAUeQLiLN_0/s72-c/IMGP5885-Vr+evening+clouds+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6656755510101701795</id><published>2009-07-11T18:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:21:55.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilies, moths, &amp;  coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lilies line the road and invite all to stop and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlkkkRqg03I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D_w6smbIFi8/s1600-h/IMGP5494-Lilies+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357353437369521010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlkkkRqg03I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D_w6smbIFi8/s320/IMGP5494-Lilies+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As we were passing through Mt. Vernon last week, we noticed this beautiful array of lilies along the roadside,  just across from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cedarhurst&lt;/span&gt; Mitchell Museum.  If you are passing that way, stop and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlklK4FIj2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ldqgWlL62zE/s1600-h/IMGP5565-+red+lilies+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357354100516753250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlklK4FIj2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ldqgWlL62zE/s320/IMGP5565-+red+lilies+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of one of the lilies from our garden.  I loved the three blooms together, like sisters united, and adorned in their prom dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Slkk_OA2ScI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rsM8p4lhHA0/s1600-h/IMGP5616+Hum+brd+moth+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357353900245928386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Slkk_OA2ScI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rsM8p4lhHA0/s320/IMGP5616+Hum+brd+moth+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was walking through my flower beds, and trying to dead-head all the plants that needed it, I spotted the hummingbird moths on our butterfly bush.  There were 2 or 3 of these fascinating creatures, buzzing from flower to flower, and so unusual and pretty.  Watch for them in your flower garden, because they can easily be mistaken for a hummingbird.  One never knows what delights can be found when we take time to look closely and enjoy our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surroundings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlkkkI1P0gI/AAAAAAAAAao/2grGQ61OM9Y/s1600-h/IMGP5603-+geese+July+2009+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357353434998624770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlkkkI1P0gI/AAAAAAAAAao/2grGQ61OM9Y/s320/IMGP5603-+geese+July+2009+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I was headed to the butterfly bush, our geese spotted me, and came marching around the pond to persuade me that they needed some shelled corn.  There were 14 of them, but 2 are out of camera range.  They have just begun practicing flying.  What a sound as they take off, through the trees with their broad wingspan, and fly to the middle of our pond.  Only one still waddled along to the water and wasn't brave enough to take flight.  I expect he will soon.  When I was at the mailbox this morning, at the front of our property, all of the sudden I heard the sound of geese honking and descending from the sky in various areas of the yard.  I guess they were practicing landing on the ground, rather than the water.  It was comical to see how spread out they were, and it was as though they just landed where ever, and not at a precise spot.  They are still amateurs, but soon they will fly for the winter and we will miss them until they return next spring for a new nesting season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlklKur8xXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/klRRuvFGGI0/s1600-h/IMGP5520-Delytes+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357354097995203954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlklKur8xXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/klRRuvFGGI0/s320/IMGP5520-Delytes+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here is one of our latest spots to visit. . . . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Delyte's&lt;/span&gt; at Morris Library at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carbondale&lt;/span&gt;, IL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A friend had told me that it had opened and that we should check it out, so we, stopped in and enjoyed the newly remodeled Library, and  coffee cafe.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Delyte&lt;/span&gt; Morris was President at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIU&lt;/span&gt; while I was a student there, so I have a fond association.  I did spend many many hours in the Library studying, especially during finals week.   Today, we are enjoying our latest discovered coffee house in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Effingham&lt;/span&gt;, IL  ----Joe Sippers Cafe.  A great place to relax, with friendly employees, comfortable atmosphere, and good coffee/cookies.  Check it out next time you are in the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6656755510101701795?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6656755510101701795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6656755510101701795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6656755510101701795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6656755510101701795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/07/lilies-moths-coffee.html' title='Lilies, moths, &amp;  coffee'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SlkkkRqg03I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D_w6smbIFi8/s72-c/IMGP5494-Lilies+Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-8726951819287193798</id><published>2009-07-04T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:41:27.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354697319718633682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-014WQwNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CKX_YIwbJFE/s320/let+freedom+ring+5415+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!! Let &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt; Ring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is so good to be back and have time to catch up on recent happenings and rejoice in our free land and thank God for those who have gone before us to make our blessings possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have been busy with our upcoming photography club contest, which involves many miles of territory in which we may shoot pictures to enter in this year's "Mystery Tour". We have been from Nashville, IL to Old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shawneetown&lt;/span&gt; in an effort to take some photos that are on a theme of our choosing. It has been fun, but is always a challenge to come up with a theme then take interesting photos to put in a portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These little triplets and older sister were at a Farmer's Market, and their outfits in red, white, and blue showed their patriotism. They were adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-4QetXxlI/AAAAAAAAAag/RQxO78IJnX4/s1600-h/IMGP5243-+4+children+in+red+wht+blue+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354701075227592274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-4QetXxlI/AAAAAAAAAag/RQxO78IJnX4/s320/IMGP5243-+4+children+in+red+wht+blue+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Wednesday, I was so happy to enjoy a visit from my sister.  We relaxed and watched the birds and squirrels put on a show for us on the feeders.  Had lunch on the deck, and the only incident was when I swatted a wasp and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veered&lt;/span&gt; off to the side and stung my sister in the arm.  It was like an old "Three Stooges" routine.  She bounced back after a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bactine&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt bad that I had caused it, but certainly did not intend for this to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01Y8RDtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VNZawAs5S2E/s1600-h/IMGP5210-Patty+and+I+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354697311288102610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01Y8RDtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VNZawAs5S2E/s320/IMGP5210-Patty+and+I+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Leon caught me up on my step ladder, hanging our Stars and Stripes windsock.  I figured it was time for the snowflake to go for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01nYDUFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mS8FxHrEqf0/s1600-h/IMGP5207-Hanging+windsock+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354697315162738770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01nYDUFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mS8FxHrEqf0/s320/IMGP5207-Hanging+windsock+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The little goldfinches have been very busy eating the seeds in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cone flowers&lt;/span&gt;.  The bees love the bee balm, and the flower bed is alive with all the activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01maHTsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bVlOr5Up4Kw/s1600-h/IMGP5218-finches+on+coneflowers+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354697314902953666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01maHTsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bVlOr5Up4Kw/s320/IMGP5218-finches+on+coneflowers+Vr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today we have had 2 more inches of rain, and it has been a wonderful day to take a break and enjoy the sound of raindrops and the smell of the banana nut muffins baking in our oven.  Out the window the hummers are busy at the feeders, and even our "baby" virtually grown, goslings and their parents have been up to our feeder looking for shelled corn.  Yes, I went out with my umbrella and gave them some---they have trained me right!!! Our spoiled cat, Fluffy, is still taking his 5 hour long nap on the couch.  He knows when it is best to come in out of the rain.  Don't know if we will make it to a fireworks display this evening or not, but surely we are celebrating in our hearts and thanking God for the land in which we live, and remembering all our servicemen in prayer daily. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; Day!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-01maHTsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bVlOr5Up4Kw/s1600-h/IMGP5218-finches+on+coneflowers+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-8726951819287193798?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/8726951819287193798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=8726951819287193798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8726951819287193798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8726951819287193798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sk-014WQwNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CKX_YIwbJFE/s72-c/let+freedom+ring+5415+Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-426214651414641444</id><published>2009-06-16T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:06:24.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems of All Kinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; What more can one ask for---a Rainbow over the Ocean--the calm after the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHGZVM6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/AYWd5SAT3VM/s1600-h/IMGP2924-rainbow+and+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059863850496930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHGZVM6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/AYWd5SAT3VM/s320/IMGP2924-rainbow+and+couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can you find the rainbow in the above picture?  This couple paused to enjoy the beauty.  It was truly strange lighting after the rains ceased that evening. It was a wonderful time.  I gathered some shells, which is always a mandatory part of a trip to the ocean.  I love rocks and shells and treasures of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHRQu52I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Jgvb5_4Ek44/s1600-h/IMGP2949-me+with+shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059866767222626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHRQu52I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Jgvb5_4Ek44/s320/IMGP2949-me+with+shell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with one of my " special finds!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHjx5ssI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vXCIICminL4/s1600-h/IMGP2978-Christa+and+Garry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059871738180290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHjx5ssI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vXCIICminL4/s320/IMGP2978-Christa+and+Garry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We enjoyed our visit with Garry and his oldest granddaughter, Christa.  More "gems" to cherish, and thank the Lord for, as family are truly priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHw-SuBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qWQ0i815w3o/s1600-h/IMGP3705-US+gem+mining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059875279812626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHw-SuBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qWQ0i815w3o/s320/IMGP3705-US+gem+mining.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to Franklin, NC to do some gem mining.  I loved it!!!  The finds were not enough to make us millionaires, but I did find some sapphires, emeralds, garnets, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rhododite&lt;/span&gt;, and rubies, and I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun.  The quest for what might be found among all that dirt and mud, was delightful.  I might say that board we are sitting on---left its impression and today I am a bit sore, but would do it again in an instant!  Maybe I will post a picture of my finds in a later blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059883017441346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggINzFkEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YOyWTpduD-8/s320/IMGP3718-boiled+peanuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This little stand was across the road from the mine and one of our favorite things is boiled peanuts!  So we got some for the road.  On our way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gaitlinburg&lt;/span&gt; we enjoyed some of the best boiled peanuts as we drove through the Smokey Mountains.  A "gem" of a southern vacation experience, for sure.  Thanks for sharing our journey, and God bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHRQu52I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Jgvb5_4Ek44/s1600-h/IMGP2949-me+with+shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-426214651414641444?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/426214651414641444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=426214651414641444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/426214651414641444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/426214651414641444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/06/gems-of-all-kinds.html' title='Gems of All Kinds'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjggHGZVM6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/AYWd5SAT3VM/s72-c/IMGP2924-rainbow+and+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1684269334647357688</id><published>2009-06-12T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:56:25.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Rain To Make an Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZLVzQZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8VugooRtQw8/s1600-h/IMGP2681-Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570336159875474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZLVzQZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8VugooRtQw8/s320/IMGP2681-Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As we travelled through Georgia, and reached South Carolina, then came the rains!  Yes the Lord blessed me with "showers of blessing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  This is a rainy view of Columbia, SC, before things really got stormy--there was LOTS of lightning, hail and winds, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;torrential&lt;/span&gt; rains, for miles through all of South Carolina.  A memorable birthday, to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZOM2d8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/-vIQSTCcXdI/s1600-h/IMGP2689-Rain+in+Columbia+SC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570336927643586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZOM2d8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/-vIQSTCcXdI/s320/IMGP2689-Rain+in+Columbia+SC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have decided that maybe these photos are inspiration for some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;com temporary&lt;/span&gt; paintings.  They really sum up what our drive was like, and we must have had a million angels around us protecting us along our way.  We are very thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZsSdibI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6L4Ukz1FBkg/s1600-h/IMGP2705-Rain,+Rain,+Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570345004239282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZsSdibI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6L4Ukz1FBkg/s320/IMGP2705-Rain,+Rain,+Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZvftORI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GEEX3GGWTvs/s1600-h/IMGP2704-Rain,+Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570345865099538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZvftORI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GEEX3GGWTvs/s320/IMGP2704-Rain,+Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZ07KYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/L570FaLFIWw/s1600-h/IMGP2709-Rain+windshield+wipers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570347322433554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZ07KYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/L570FaLFIWw/s320/IMGP2709-Rain+windshield+wipers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then, as if the rain was not enough, we came to some lengthy construction areas, on 2 lane roads.  Leon did a fantastic job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; us through the obstacles of the day.  I couldn't have done it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVsgUZiJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/t4pPhIQ5Sds/s1600-h/IMGP2720-Rain+Construction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570668208654482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVsgUZiJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/t4pPhIQ5Sds/s320/IMGP2720-Rain+Construction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached our motel in Myrtle Beach, Leon was walking behind our car, and discovered this bolt through the tread of the tire on the back driver's side.  It was a miracle that it did not go through the tire and cause a flat.  But the Lord was with us and kept the tire up and the tire is not even leaking.  We got the bolt out and it is now in my purse, as a souvenir of our trip, and a reminder that God is always watching over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVs4wOEJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YwIDL_CFDw0/s1600-h/IMGP2732-Bolt+in+tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570674767794322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVs4wOEJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YwIDL_CFDw0/s320/IMGP2732-Bolt+in+tire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We did make it to the Beach---and now we know why we need all that rain--to make an Ocean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is 91 degrees and blazing hot! Yet the sights and sounds are magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVtMo8xjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZW__MxAA1S4/s1600-h/IMGP2767-Us+MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570680106010162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVtMo8xjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZW__MxAA1S4/s320/IMGP2767-Us+MB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVtL9UYSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3FXKJHHPxr8/s1600-h/IMGP2773-The+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346570679923007778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVtL9UYSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3FXKJHHPxr8/s320/IMGP2773-The+Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all the people in this picture. Each could have a caption of their own.  Hope you enjoyed coming with us on our journey.  The trip through the rain was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1684269334647357688?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1684269334647357688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1684269334647357688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1684269334647357688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1684269334647357688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-rain-to-make-ocean.html' title='Much Rain To Make an Ocean'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SjLVZLVzQZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8VugooRtQw8/s72-c/IMGP2681-Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7401711747590426952</id><published>2009-06-06T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:01:33.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitFIkxBDhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/XZzF3ILvb4w/s1600-h/Hannah,+Kate+and+Tam-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344441396415761938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitFIkxBDhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/XZzF3ILvb4w/s320/Hannah,+Kate+and+Tam-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here are "My Girls"--in the school for Kate's kindergarten graduation.  It was an exciting day, to watch as she got promoted to First Grade.  On the right is Hannah, my oldest granddaughter, who just finished 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade--and although her school does not have an official graduation at that level, she will be starting High School next year!  How can that be, as it seems only yesterday that she was born.  She is a joy and delight, and deserves recognition too for all her accomplishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDu6MbGJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/c2HgDJN6aLk/s1600-h/IMGP1446-V+Gabe-for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344439855979632786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDu6MbGJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/c2HgDJN6aLk/s320/IMGP1446-V+Gabe-for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We got to attend our grandson, Gabe's 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade graduation on May 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  He is learning to play the guitar, and has a black belt karate. They are all growing up so very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDu-vReNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xX92qP0YyzM/s1600-h/IMGP2162-V+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344439857199544530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDu-vReNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xX92qP0YyzM/s320/IMGP2162-V+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kate, in the blue dress, with her teacher, Mrs. Harris, and her classmates. Aren't they adorable?! Kate is a very good reader, as she seems to have mastered phonics.  She read her book to me Thursday evening, and I was really impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember those "Best Friends" at 6 years old? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDuoa_tVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/miipveKqF7E/s1600-h/IMGP2117-V+best+friends-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344439851208914258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitDuoa_tVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/miipveKqF7E/s320/IMGP2117-V+best+friends-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Summer vacations seemed so long, but the older we got, the shorter the weeks were.  Now the days fly by and our journey moves so fast, we have to make determined efforts to slow down and enjoy the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7401711747590426952?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7401711747590426952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7401711747590426952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7401711747590426952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7401711747590426952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduates.html' title='Graduates!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SitFIkxBDhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/XZzF3ILvb4w/s72-c/Hannah,+Kate+and+Tam-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-445210668280534388</id><published>2009-05-27T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:38:31.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Baby Donkey -  "Billy Bob"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4Ed7YxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/nXzbRVmCX6g/s1600-h/Billy+Bob+donkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340711120312281058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4Ed7YxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/nXzbRVmCX6g/s320/Billy+Bob+donkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This little guy is "Billy Bob" - a sweet baby donkey born just last week.  He is full of life, as you can see in his eyes.  We were privileged to get to go take photos of him and his Momma, Jodi.  They are in Washington County, which is the location of our SIPS Mystery Tour.  We had been out taking pictures and scoping out the route a couple weeks ago and I saw the wagon (old manure spreader) in the field with pretty pink petunias planted in it, and that was why we originally stopped by this farm.  The owner was in the farm yard and told us that Jodi was going to have a baby soon, and he would call us if we would like to take pictures.  Of course we did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So yesterday, he called and said they had a boy, Billy Bob, just last week.  He said the Mom had been rather protective, but was now doing better, so we could come and take pictures.  So I wanted to share them with everyone.  He is so cute, and his Mom was very good to let us in the field with them.  Much of the time she tried to position herself between us and the baby, but was very tame.  It was a lot of fun meeting "Billy Bob".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4Ed7G-9rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pqoG76dJdu4/s1600-h/flowers+mom+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340711120237688498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4Ed7G-9rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pqoG76dJdu4/s320/flowers+mom+and+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this picture you can see the flowers in the "wagon"  that first caught our eye.  Little did we know that we would have such a great opportunity to capture such sweet faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4EeG16XTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xhFgbDiujyQ/s1600-h/Mom+and+baby+donkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340711123387309362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4EeG16XTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xhFgbDiujyQ/s320/Mom+and+baby+donkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jodi and Billy Bob--as you can see he is pretty big to only be one week old.  She is the proud mom and has every right to be.  Hope you enjoy them as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-445210668280534388?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/445210668280534388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=445210668280534388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/445210668280534388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/445210668280534388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-baby-donkey-billy-bob.html' title='Meet Baby Donkey -  &quot;Billy Bob&quot;'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sh4Ed7YxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/nXzbRVmCX6g/s72-c/Billy+Bob+donkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1242386454634245023</id><published>2009-05-17T23:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:20:19.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where have I been?  Travelling down memory lane--watching life fly past, remembering all the years gone by, listening to the rain on the window panes, watching these blackberries put on a show, as they bloom and prepare to provide us with lots of berries.  I guess this is what my Mom would have called "blackberry winter", as the temperatures have dropped into the 40's at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think the blooms of the blackberry are so pretty, as they almost glow in the shade of the large trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShOBSF6nY5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/hNXEUgBRFw4/s1600-h/blackberry+blooms-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337752131189826450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShOBSF6nY5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/hNXEUgBRFw4/s320/blackberry+blooms-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShN8-jbxN5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AY1uXrpUUUE/s1600-h/Baby+hawks+flapping+wings-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337747397469616018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShN8-jbxN5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AY1uXrpUUUE/s320/Baby+hawks+flapping+wings-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Our baby red-shouldered hawks flapping their wings, trying to get strong enough to fly when they have all their feathers. We will miss these little guys, as we have been watching them for days now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since my last posting, so much has happened and several days have past. Now to decide what to include in this post is the next task at hand. The day after my last posting my Aunt died, and it was an emotional time. We went to her funeral on Friday, and it was the day of the big storm in southern Illinois. While we were not in the tornado area, the town the funeral was in had hail, high winds, and LOTS of rain. There was a vehicle floating and the driver out on top of the car, just one block from the funeral home. When it was time for the funeral to begin, the electricity went off, and we were in the dark for about 10 minutes. I did get to talk with some of my relatives which I had not seen in a long time, and then we went on to my home town and visited the cemetery where my family is buried. I put flowers on my parent's and grandparent's graves and could not believe that they are gone, and time has flown by. So many memories that make up a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week my sister-in-law has been very sick and in the hospital in KY, so we have been over see her and spend some time with Leon's family. Just today we got a good report that she is doing better. We have been having rains  every day for weeks. For the last 3 days it has been dry, so we have been trying to mow, through the water puddles, and tall grass , before it gets even higher. We have been watching two baby hawks that were hatched in a nest in a tall oak tree in our front yard. They now are getting their feathers, so soon they will fly away. Momma hawk is very busy catching them food, as they are very big eaters, since they have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShN7yc7TGbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mdh5RMF-JQk/s1600-h/Fluffy+on+bench-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337746090052753842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShN7yc7TGbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mdh5RMF-JQk/s320/Fluffy+on+bench-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking pictures of the birds and flowers. And of course, my cat, Fluffy, who still enjoys posing for a photo session occasionally. He followed me to the flower garden and laid on the arm of the bench and waited to have his picture taken. I think he knows how cute he is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShOBSS1TYwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xlE9C6Tl1mY/s1600-h/iris+rose+garden-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337752134657204994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShOBSS1TYwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xlE9C6Tl1mY/s320/iris+rose+garden-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The iris are beautiful this year.  I guess they like all the moisture.  These around the old stump are from Leon's Grandma's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home place&lt;/span&gt;.  They have really multiplied and are lovely in our rose garden.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spring in our "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rain forest&lt;/span&gt;" has brought lots of pretty flowers in between the showers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1242386454634245023?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1242386454634245023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1242386454634245023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1242386454634245023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1242386454634245023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ShOBSF6nY5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/hNXEUgBRFw4/s72-c/blackberry+blooms-Vr+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-9016905470542706102</id><published>2009-05-04T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:32:51.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_IQNhBw6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bowt5wwjxZM/s1600-h/IMGP8965-Goslings-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200664661607330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_IQNhBw6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bowt5wwjxZM/s320/IMGP8965-Goslings-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goslings everywhere, but yet none to be seen right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Each year we watch our geese set on their eggs for about 28 days, and then come off the nest with about 6 little babies.  This year was typical, and we saw one pair with 3, one pair with 6, then later one pair with 9.  Now we are uncertain if there were three pairs setting, as we only know of where 2 were.  And we never saw all the different pairs together.  At the present, they have gone on their venture, and disappeared for a couple weeks, which they always do.  We are not sure where the parents take them, but they always re-appear and stay until they can fly away in the fall.  It still is amazing to watch their pattern, habits and ability to take care of those goslings, with all the predators there are in the wild.  God put in them how to parent, and they do it every year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H9_9hDZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9jJ6NBbegMA/s1600-h/Fluffy+in+blue+flowers+-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200351785356690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H9_9hDZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9jJ6NBbegMA/s320/Fluffy+in+blue+flowers+-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Fluffy" was out enjoying the spring flowers, and I just had to take his picture.  He gets pretty tired of me always being there and snapping away, but he is such a sweet little cat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-hXbHHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NNU4w_4WZJQ/s1600-h/IMGP8930-iris+and+sedum-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200360752389234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-hXbHHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NNU4w_4WZJQ/s320/IMGP8930-iris+and+sedum-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sedum&lt;/span&gt; is in full bloom, and spreading, so I have moved some of it, but need to dig up a lot move and put it where I could use more reliable perennials.  The little purple flowers are some very small iris that are multiplying.  I will try to divide them later in the season. I love flowers that come up year after year and bloom, and spread, so I have more "free" plants to place in other beds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-WVHdAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ge4AJUSJXJI/s1600-h/IMGP8899-Trillium-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200357789922306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-WVHdAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ge4AJUSJXJI/s320/IMGP8899-Trillium-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is one of God's plantings--a trillium.  I love these little three petaled flowers and leaves, and the beautiful color contrast between the deep red and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;variegated&lt;/span&gt; leaves.  I am constantly finding treasures in the woods as I walk among the trees and notice the multitude of shapes and textures in the flowers that He has planted.  I find myself not wanting to step on the moss beneath my feet, for it is such a perfectly formed miniature forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-NtG2FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aM5H8nvMIAQ/s1600-h/IMGP9290-mayapple-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200355474626642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-NtG2FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aM5H8nvMIAQ/s320/IMGP9290-mayapple-Vr+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A final photo on behalf of this beautiful month---a &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt; Apple blossoming. Another woodland plant that is so lovely--the graceful large leaves forming a canopy over the delicate white flowers with sunshine yellow centers.  Plus these pretty flowers will soon form the "apples" for which they are named.  I always think the leaves look like the perfect little community for the little tree frogs to live under. .. little umbrellas in front of their tiny cafes.  Enjoy your journey through these spring days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_H-NtG2FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aM5H8nvMIAQ/s1600-h/IMGP9290-mayapple-Vr+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-9016905470542706102?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/9016905470542706102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=9016905470542706102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/9016905470542706102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/9016905470542706102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/05/springs-bounty.html' title='Spring&apos;s bounty'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sf_IQNhBw6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bowt5wwjxZM/s72-c/IMGP8965-Goslings-Vr+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1649303298631545556</id><published>2009-04-30T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:08:58.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs and Blooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; In preparation for our next SIPS contest--which the topic is "eggs", I have been shooting pictures of various eggs and now to decide what to enter on Tuesday.  Anyway, I decided to share a couple of the images along with some more of the spring flowers that are blooming down our way.  This first picture is of a little girl in my flower garden among my bluebells, and she is holding a basket which I filled with eggs.  I though she looked very sweet with her lap full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo58zPQtqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pnaIo4YkB5Y/s1600-h/IMGP8224-Vr+girl+with+bluebells+and+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636825655555746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo58zPQtqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pnaIo4YkB5Y/s320/IMGP8224-Vr+girl+with+bluebells+and+eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next picture is of the "largest?" dogwood tree in Illinois.  It is located at Union Chapel Church, east of Dix, IL.  It is a beautiful tree, and I am not sure it is the largest but certainly is spectacular.  I enjoyed standing under it, just looking up in amazement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo59fufiAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qOs1ZxduznI/s1600-h/IMGP9080-dogwood+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636837597710338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo59fufiAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qOs1ZxduznI/s320/IMGP9080-dogwood+for+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another "egg" picture--taken among the woodland violets.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Loved the pink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;violet&lt;/span&gt; colors together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo59Pa57QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tmTtlEOWHS4/s1600-h/IMGP8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636833220586754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo59Pa57QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tmTtlEOWHS4/s320/IMGP8251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I see our wisteria blooming, I am reminded of my sister's love for the color purple, for truly these flowers are some of the most magnificent shades of purple and they hang so gracefully in grape-like clusters all the way up the huge oak tree.  The rain is now causing them to lose some of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fullness&lt;/span&gt;, but their sweet smell lingers in the air.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; Spring, one of God's perfect creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo595hhSdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/r6jy2sD5N7Y/s1600-h/IMGP9197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636844522621394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo595hhSdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/r6jy2sD5N7Y/s320/IMGP9197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1649303298631545556?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1649303298631545556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1649303298631545556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1649303298631545556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1649303298631545556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/04/eggs-and-blooms.html' title='Eggs and Blooms'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sfo58zPQtqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pnaIo4YkB5Y/s72-c/IMGP8224-Vr+girl+with+bluebells+and+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4462840947819920151</id><published>2009-04-18T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:26:15.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds and butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-K2c59FI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vkF3zGGMXao/s1600-h/Blog+tree+swallows+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137865455400018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-K2c59FI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vkF3zGGMXao/s320/Blog+tree+swallows+Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday as I walked back towards our pond I heard the sweetest little sound.  There are lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bird songs&lt;/span&gt; in our woodland, but this was a distinct little tweeting, and when I looked toward the song, I was so happy to see that our tree swallows have returned to their gourd.  I immediately went back to the house to get the camera to get their picture.  They are the prettiest little birds.  I think the female, looking out the door, almost looks like a frog in the picture, but she stayed there while her mate went for a flight.  I hope we get to watch them raise their young again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LWIoU1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/CKZNiptMMog/s1600-h/IMGP8383-Blog+baby+hawk+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137873960293202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LWIoU1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/CKZNiptMMog/s320/IMGP8383-Blog+baby+hawk+Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; This little guy is a baby hawk!  I have been watching the nest for several weeks as I walk to the mailbox each day, and his parents have been quarreling at me, telling me that I am in their territory.  The nest is high up in an old oak tree, where the large limbs fork.  It is made of large twigs and very obvious, as the leaves are not yet out on the oaks.  The little guy was peering out, watching me, and waiting for his parents to bring the next meal, I am sure.  (I don't want to think that it might be some our other birds, but such is the life cycle, I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LK6oOqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ayFz8Bf8LlE/s1600-h/IMGP8338-Blog+Bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137870948776610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LK6oOqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ayFz8Bf8LlE/s320/IMGP8338-Blog+Bluebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; We have bluebirds checking out several of our houses. This pretty bird can easily be seen out our bathroom window.  The little birdhouse in the picture is not the one he is using, but he likes the perching spot. The birdhouse pictured is one for the wrens, which we hope to get.  Our granddaughter, Katie Rose, helped us hang several houses last month when she visited us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LFHkqII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HRP82a22IDY/s1600-h/Blog+wood+ducks+in+tree+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137869392455810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LFHkqII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HRP82a22IDY/s320/Blog+wood+ducks+in+tree+Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know you think I must have done nothing except take bird pictures yesterday, but really we planted and transplanted about 30 small trees.  We had received 11 flowering trees from Arbor Day, and that led to all the others we needed to move.  Then we moved a large rosebush and trellis to where it will receive more sunshine and be more visible.  At the end of the day, we both knew we had muscles that we had forgotten about.  As we sat on our deck, relaxing and getting enough energy to move inside for some supper, We had a pair of wood ducks that flew into the trees.  I went inside (wow! that took a lot of effort!) and got the camera and took the above shot.  It was about 7:30 P.M. and not much light, plus the ducks were about 80 feet from us, so I wanted to share the shot with you. Normally, wood ducks are very fearful of people, and we enjoy watching them on our pond and flying in our woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LsJrDTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iQOh348tlsE/s1600-h/IMGP8423-Blog+butterfly+Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137879870246194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-LsJrDTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iQOh348tlsE/s320/IMGP8423-Blog+butterfly+Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While I was taking pictures of our baby hawk, I noticed this butterfly on my bluebells, and of course had to take some photos.  He flitted around everywhere, and was happy to find some flowers.  I saw 3-4 kinds of butterflies yesterday.  Also our honeysuckle has some flowers opening up, which is a sign that the hummingbirds will be here very soon.  They always love the honeysuckle blooms, and usually arrive in April.  So much to enjoy on the journey.  Today, we needed a break from all of yesterday's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt;, plus rain is in the forecast, so we came to Characters Bookstore/Coffee Shop to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; and relax.  Hope you are enjoying all the birds and beauty of spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4462840947819920151?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4462840947819920151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4462840947819920151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4462840947819920151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4462840947819920151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/04/birds-and-butterflies.html' title='Birds and butterflies'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Seo-K2c59FI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vkF3zGGMXao/s72-c/Blog+tree+swallows+Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-8849251980043122098</id><published>2009-04-13T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:26:43.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawAWkXeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JNYz8r-Stk0/s1600-h/Connie+and+I+-+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269334001114594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawAWkXeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JNYz8r-Stk0/s320/Connie+and+I+-+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday--Easter-- we drove south to attend church at Christian Covenant Fellowship. It was a pleasant surprise to see friends from the past and get to worship with them.  The above picture is of Connie and I taken after the service beside her car.  Connie was in my sister's class in school and we have been blessed to be in church together a lot over the years, although it had been about 8 years since we had seen each other, yet she is my "sister in the Lord" and time doesn't age friendships bonded by God's love.  While at the church, we met many friends from years past and it is always a blessing to hear Pastor Ralph tell us what the Lord has spoken to him. He has a way of speaking amazing truths with such simplicity and humor that everyone can understand and pays attention.  I wish we lived closer to the church for it feels like "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawTuQGJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4ZrPziFTCLI/s1600-h/IMGP7897-V+Wisteria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269339200723090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawTuQGJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4ZrPziFTCLI/s320/IMGP7897-V+Wisteria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Being in Southern Illinois, it is usually our practice to end up in Carbondale.  Yesterday was no different---I wanted to take some pictures and try out our camera which was just repaired. This beautiful wisteria is on the side patio of the Longbranch Coffee House.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawFo_3bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bbThvQhZKAA/s1600-h/Dogwood-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269335420591538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawFo_3bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bbThvQhZKAA/s320/Dogwood-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On SIU Campus we found the dogwood blooming.  They are farther south and ahead of us.  It is always delightful to see all the beauty on Campus, and good exercise too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawjK6WQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4pA1QSdIMUU/s1600-h/IMGP7957-squirrel+smiling+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269343347464450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawjK6WQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4pA1QSdIMUU/s320/IMGP7957-squirrel+smiling+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The squirrels on Campus are so accustom to people that they stop to visit and pose for photos.  This little guy was so friendly and you can see him smiling for the camera.  I had a wonderful photoshoot with him.  Such was our journey on Easter.  We sure enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-8849251980043122098?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/8849251980043122098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=8849251980043122098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8849251980043122098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8849251980043122098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-blessings.html' title='Easter Blessings'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SeOawAWkXeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JNYz8r-Stk0/s72-c/Connie+and+I+-+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6675076623166515384</id><published>2009-04-06T14:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:07:10.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Flowers Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Flowers have emerged and spring is in the air!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5pLaA5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/D2NjOAkhchg/s1600-h/Peach+blossoms-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666955556029330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5pLaA5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/D2NjOAkhchg/s320/Peach+blossoms-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5s0hKlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Zh67b3u3Ac/s1600-h/Grape+hyacinths-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666956533770834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5s0hKlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Zh67b3u3Ac/s320/Grape+hyacinths-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The grape hyacinths are so sweet.  They are growing in my flower bed beside the bird bath, and the emerging Virginia bluebells. Everywhere I look there is a new surprise each day.  Oh to keep the snow away until this fall, but the forecast is for some flurries tonight. I hope these little buds can withstand the frigid temperatures and flakes on their petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5k33m1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6QPJNRsfbjs/s1600-h/Young+love-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666954400340818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5k33m1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6QPJNRsfbjs/s320/Young+love-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a young couple in front of a church in Carbondale.  &lt;em&gt;Springtime causes love to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5CesN4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/AjH1eLSJDZs/s1600-h/Birdhouse+in+magnolia+tree-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666945167931266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5CesN4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/AjH1eLSJDZs/s320/Birdhouse+in+magnolia+tree-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birdhouses are ready and awaiting the nests to be built, and more little feathered friends to hatch in just a few weeks.  Daffodils and tulip trees are flowering, and soon all the trees will be green again. Surely God's presence is everywhere for all to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6675076623166515384?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6675076623166515384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6675076623166515384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6675076623166515384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6675076623166515384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers-flowers-everywhere.html' title='Flowers Flowers Everywhere!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/Sdpb5pLaA5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/D2NjOAkhchg/s72-c/Peach+blossoms-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1697287361193846336</id><published>2009-03-31T15:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:03:02.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ9sR7c9fI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Pc1UoKKqzec/s1600-h/Magnolias+and+bike+105-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319452309558457842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ9sR7c9fI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Pc1UoKKqzec/s320/Magnolias+and+bike+105-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spring has arrived and brought with it all the Blessings of Renewed Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This above picture was taken on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIU&lt;/span&gt; Campus in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carbondale&lt;/span&gt;, IL in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Altgeld&lt;/span&gt; building.  The magnolias were in bloom and I liked the blue and white bike parked out front.  I am sure the rains have since cleared the blossoms and prepared the earth for more varieties of flowers.  I do so enjoy wandering over campus and springtime is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ8_R6GpTI/AAAAAAAAATw/1diL0MNo9GA/s1600-h/Tam+Patty+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319451536458687794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ8_R6GpTI/AAAAAAAAATw/1diL0MNo9GA/s320/Tam+Patty+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ8_Y2s3QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZlXc7uout0A/s1600-h/Cassie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319451538323463426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ8_Y2s3QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZlXc7uout0A/s320/Cassie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last December when the family was together, my daughter said that what she wanted for her birthday (March 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) was for us "girls" to have a weekend together, shopping, chatting and relaxing.  Well, last weekend was the date that worked out for everyone. We planned on going to Lake of the Ozarks and checking out the outlet mall, etc.  But as I somewhat remember my Mom saying, "The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray."  Which I believe is her rendition of Robert Burns, from To A Mouse,  "The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gley&lt;/span&gt;."  So last Friday afternoon was beautiful, and I met Patty north of St.Louis and we made our way to pick up Tammy and enjoyed an uneventful drive to the Lake.  An hour or so later Patty's daughter, Cassie, met us there and we went out for dinner.  After an evening of chatting and planning our Saturday shopping, we got some sleep.  Early Saturday morning I awoke with the most terrible upset stomach one can imagine!  NO food would stay in my stomach. I do believe the food I ate was bad, as my Saturday was spent alternating between the bathroom and the bed.  Not at all what I had planned or hoped for.  The others did some shopping and thoughtfully tried to help me get to feeling better.  Sunday morning I was on the mend, and after a shower was able to stay upright and out of the bathroom. We did go to the outlet mall and I found some special perfume that I was looking for, and we checked out the bargains at various stores.  Then we were on our way back to Illinois.  It was certainly time spent with family, but not what any of us had planned.  So maybe another time we will be able to have more fun than this time.  I certainly am Blessed and thankful for my family and their loving care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ6mBR7PoI/AAAAAAAAATo/sTa57vqw71A/s1600-h/P3270022A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319448903475216002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ6mBR7PoI/AAAAAAAAATo/sTa57vqw71A/s320/P3270022A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Sister and I getting in her new car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't see one another as often as we would like, but are always close in heart.  Sometimes it takes a lot of effort, but always it is worth it to show our love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt; our roots.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One final thought--taken from a church sign--"Even a fish stays out of trouble, if he keeps his mouth shut."  Just some food for thought as you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enjoy your Journey this spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1697287361193846336?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1697287361193846336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1697287361193846336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1697287361193846336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1697287361193846336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessings-of-spring.html' title='Blessings of Spring'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SdJ9sR7c9fI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Pc1UoKKqzec/s72-c/Magnolias+and+bike+105-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6714654821148537668</id><published>2009-03-21T20:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:04:43.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWXE8ziU1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HjS2PSSMAu0/s1600-h/Va+Jon+Kate+garden+cart-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315821046478295890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWXE8ziU1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HjS2PSSMAu0/s320/Va+Jon+Kate+garden+cart-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We just had a fun time with two of our Grandchildren. Thursday was such a beautiful day, so we got the garden cart and hung some birdhouses. Here I am with Jonathan and Kate. Jonathan is excited, as he is about to overtake me in height and he is only 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820145699158082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQhJDeEI/AAAAAAAAATI/LnJn7n23q3E/s320/Birdhouses+and+lunch-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to have lunch on the deck, as it was such a pretty day, and you can see our birdhouses all lined up and ready to be hung. Kate rode in the garden cart and picked out the next house to be hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQbkhq9I/AAAAAAAAATA/QJGXFEt9cIE/s1600-h/Katie+painting-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820144203770834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQbkhq9I/AAAAAAAAATA/QJGXFEt9cIE/s320/Katie+painting-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little "artist" and she is very serious about her painting, a very good listener and takes instructions with an eager readiness to learn. She was painting a picture for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. She said she had never used a picture to try to paint from, and she liked that idea. Plus she learned about blotting your brush and that the amount of water has a lot to do with the colors and how they flow together. I am so proud of her dedication to painting. She is one of my biggest fans and I am one of hers--a mutual admiration society!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQUQL8TI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rpLf4X2W6Ig/s1600-h/Kate+with+flowers-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820142239412530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQUQL8TI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rpLf4X2W6Ig/s320/Kate+with+flowers-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my "little ray of sunshine" helping me with planting some violas and pansies. We gathered acorns with their caps on and all the unique rocks and fossils we could spy in the gravel paths and she put them in her treasure box to take home. Everyone needs to look at their surroundings and "see" all the beauty that God has placed within arms reach, "as a little child". Then the stress of life would be less and what is truly important would be found. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQNTYqXI/AAAAAAAAASo/GUB7g8EG4c4/s1600-h/Jonathan+on+swing+with+kate-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820140373780850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQNTYqXI/AAAAAAAAASo/GUB7g8EG4c4/s320/Jonathan+on+swing+with+kate-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What can be more fun that swinging on a spring day. I have always loved swings and rocking chairs.  Something soothing about that movement.  I guess it is reverting back to childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQGRJ5qI/AAAAAAAAASw/6-_jPPiVXKM/s1600-h/Hannah+and+Kate-Vr+by+Tammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820138485376674" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWQGRJ5qI/AAAAAAAAASw/6-_jPPiVXKM/s320/Hannah+and+Kate-Vr+by+Tammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture &lt;strong&gt;taken by Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;, while we were on our walk around the pond Friday afternoon. This is the girls sitting on a tree limb and giggling. Jonathan was inside watching the March Madness, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mizzou&lt;/span&gt; was playing and he was taking it all in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now for the Post Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWgF3IZyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nI1TkDf4APY/s1600-h/Green+bananas,+apples+and+violets-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820413254133538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWWgF3IZyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nI1TkDf4APY/s320/Green+bananas,+apples+and+violets-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stepping back in time a couple days to St. Patrick's Day! We had gone to the dentist, and on our way home made a stop at the store and I bought bananas and apples. Yes they were very green, in keeping with the holiday. When I returned to the car, Leon wanted to know if I had bought any bananas, as we usually eat one as we drive home. I said, "yes but they are green." He said, "What do green bananas taste like?" I told him, "Not good." He thought he would try one! When I gave him one, he worked for about 5 minutes trying to peel it. Next to impossible! Then he took a bite! One bite was all it took for him to discover what they taste like--"bitter" was his description. It brought to mind a few years back when Tammy told me about Jonathan looking at the red burner on their electric cook stove, and having been told not to touch it, did any way. He "wanted to know what hot felt like." I guess guys just have to experience some things for themselves. As you journey through Spring, may you stop long enough to pick up a pretty stone, listen to the birds sing, and thank God for all our blessings along life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6714654821148537668?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6714654821148537668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6714654821148537668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6714654821148537668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6714654821148537668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-at-last.html' title='Spring At Last'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScWXE8ziU1I/AAAAAAAAATg/HjS2PSSMAu0/s72-c/Va+Jon+Kate+garden+cart-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-994077543958673149</id><published>2009-03-17T14:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:49:16.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Water and in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAbHdHDII/AAAAAAAAASg/4bPTkIJm0w8/s1600-h/Cypress+Island+Leon+-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314248026154798210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAbHdHDII/AAAAAAAAASg/4bPTkIJm0w8/s320/Cypress+Island+Leon+-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is that time of year again, and we are preparing the nest for our Canadian geese. Leon took the float-boat out to our little cypress island, and put some straw there for to help the goose out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAa-RSSII/AAAAAAAAASY/1UbzXxd_27o/s1600-h/Straw+on+nest.+Vr"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314248023689283714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAa-RSSII/AAAAAAAAASY/1UbzXxd_27o/s320/Straw+on+nest.+Vr" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the cypress knees and thought this was a good picture of Leon making the nest for the goose. There are several pairs of geese on our pond and one was up there checking out her nest before we returned to the house. They are a little spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAahM4Y-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Yc6iY3zTCcQ/s1600-h/Leon+on+roof-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314248015886181346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAahM4Y-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Yc6iY3zTCcQ/s320/Leon+on+roof-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on to the next thing!!! Yes, Leon was up on our roof, doing "squirrel-prevention". He took the topper off and re-did the wire around it. Then hoisted it back up there and put it back in place. I stood with my cell phone in hand, in case I needed to call 911. Yes, a lot of praying has been going on. But the Lord's angels were with us and all is well and safe. Praise the Lord. Well, gotta go for now. On to the next stop on our journey--the dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-994077543958673149?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/994077543958673149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=994077543958673149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/994077543958673149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/994077543958673149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-water-and-in-sky.html' title='Over the Water and in the Sky'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/ScAAbHdHDII/AAAAAAAAASg/4bPTkIJm0w8/s72-c/Cypress+Island+Leon+-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1886953618491073740</id><published>2009-03-09T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:09:05.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJIAJqTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Iht9AnPn2KI/s1600-h/Daffodils+-+vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385688297023794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJIAJqTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Iht9AnPn2KI/s320/Daffodils+-+vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the daffodils are soon to bloom! And the seasons are preparing to change. The leaves that grew last year and fell in the fall are being moved by the amazing new life of the bulbs. I always look forward to the color and seeing the cold weather leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spied this little crocus in our yard as I walked to the mailbox last week. My heart leaped with excitement.  The beauty of a flower springing from the earth after the cold winter months and seasons of snow is a joy to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVI7w-iyI/AAAAAAAAARw/LIuWglrmwSY/s1600-h/crocus+-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385685012155170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVI7w-iyI/AAAAAAAAARw/LIuWglrmwSY/s320/crocus+-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday afternoon we drove to Carlyle Lake and watched the seagulls fishing in the windy waves.  If you look carefully you will see that one was a great "fisher-bird" and caught his next meal.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJxmaI8I/AAAAAAAAASI/pR8r_R9vSvY/s1600-h/Fishing+gull-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385699463340994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJxmaI8I/AAAAAAAAASI/pR8r_R9vSvY/s320/Fishing+gull-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove on around to the West Access Marina and looking out over the Lake we saw LOTS of white pelicans.  It was super windy and although, I used a tripod, it was difficult shooting conditions.  I got a few shots before our camera decided it was "tired" and ready for a break.  Yes, to my sad dismay, our camera &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quit working.  W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;e are having it checked out by Pentax.  It will be gone for 4-8 weeks, and in the meanwhile, we will be using our Olympus. We are praying that it is repairable and not too expensive.  I sure will miss it while it is gone, but our journey continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJvLScVI/AAAAAAAAASA/dXtP9I2XhEY/s1600-h/Pelicans+landing-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385698812719442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJvLScVI/AAAAAAAAASA/dXtP9I2XhEY/s320/Pelicans+landing-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some wren houses to hang and have already seen the bluebirds checking our the houses.  Our geese are squawking for territory of their favorite nesting site, and we anxiously await all the new life Spring brings with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1886953618491073740?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1886953618491073740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1886953618491073740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1886953618491073740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1886953618491073740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/03/awaiting-spring.html' title='Awaiting Spring'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SbXVJIAJqTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Iht9AnPn2KI/s72-c/Daffodils+-+vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5550933032000811117</id><published>2009-02-25T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:19:59.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpmoMGUlI/AAAAAAAAARY/_3qTZExhtkU/s1600-h/gazing+ball+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306904585758462546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpmoMGUlI/AAAAAAAAARY/_3qTZExhtkU/s320/gazing+ball+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had another snow! And I knew that the time was short for photo opportunities, so out I went with camera in hand to capture the views in our woodland. It was so pretty as the snow had stuck to the west side of the trees and was a very wet snow. The air was cold, but the sun came out and the time was very limited for picture taking, as the snow melted rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpm7K0SJI/AAAAAAAAARg/Cp9aDKcgqW0/s1600-h/geese+pond+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306904590853359762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpm7K0SJI/AAAAAAAAARg/Cp9aDKcgqW0/s320/geese+pond+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our geese came waddling up the path to check on their shelled corn. The birds are always abundant on the winter days when the cold winds blow and the snow and ice cover their other food options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpm6jgt-I/AAAAAAAAARo/AUksyIpsTsg/s1600-h/Our+house+Vr+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306904590688499682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpm6jgt-I/AAAAAAAAARo/AUksyIpsTsg/s320/Our+house+Vr+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the different settings on the camera to see if the "shade" mode had a better effect, as it took out the blue from the photos. It was a lot of fun, but I am still looking forward to those daffodils, and spring flowers. Next month--I love springtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a new journey. Thanks for sharing in the beauty of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5550933032000811117?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5550933032000811117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5550933032000811117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5550933032000811117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5550933032000811117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-snow-last-week.html' title='More Snow Last Week'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SaXpmoMGUlI/AAAAAAAAARY/_3qTZExhtkU/s72-c/gazing+ball+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6631064099109473458</id><published>2009-02-08T10:46:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:15:30.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Glimpse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtghL6PQtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pSig6KoDcyY/s1600-h/limb+and+snow+sculpture-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303939109407900370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtghL6PQtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pSig6KoDcyY/s320/limb+and+snow+sculpture-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look up and see God's Snow Sculpture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtbgMdbftI/AAAAAAAAARI/IkqHPSkrf1A/s1600-h/Large+fallen+tree-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303933594817494738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtbgMdbftI/AAAAAAAAARI/IkqHPSkrf1A/s320/Large+fallen+tree-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the latest happening in our woods. The large tree toppled over about 3 A.M. and Leon heard it when he was at the computer. The next morning we looked outside to see where the noise had come from and saw this latest tree that had fallen. It had been dead for sometime, but the winds finally laid it to rest. If you look closely, you will see that it fell on top of another tree, which was small in comparison, but still about 40 foot tall and under lots of stress from the weight of the large one. So with chainsaw in hand, off we went through the soggy ground to try to help out our younger tree. We now have it tied up with a rope, and a come-along on it so we can slowly help it return to an upright position. Such are the adventures of a woodland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtbVg707uI/AAAAAAAAARA/zhhbfXVRNDg/s1600-h/water+after+the+snow-Vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303933411335139042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtbVg707uI/AAAAAAAAARA/zhhbfXVRNDg/s320/water+after+the+snow-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't resist a photo of the water beside our driveway after the melted snow. Leon was busy unclogging the drains that go under the driveway, and I was busy with camera in hand. Imagine that!! It is getting ready for spring, but so am I! I have been enjoying a more lazy time of reading, painting and staying cozy inside, but now I am yearning for the flowers, and exercise in the yard and garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8V4HG4VmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JgNQ2oC31I8/s1600-h/From+under+oak+tree-4452-Vr+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479340163126882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8V4HG4VmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JgNQ2oC31I8/s320/From+under+oak+tree-4452-Vr+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just a few more of the photos I took of our snow. Our pond has now thawed and the Canadian geese have returned. Soon they will be nesting by that little cypress tree on the island. Somehow they seem like "family", as they always make their way back to us when the season is right. And I am always thrilled to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8X-QsyFOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R1aa0_42ug8/s1600-h/path+thru+woods+4537-Vr+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481644840490210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8X-QsyFOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R1aa0_42ug8/s320/path+thru+woods+4537-Vr+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I did not want to walk on the snow and disturb the perfect way it had fallen. Finally, when I heard that our temperatures were to be in the 60's and then rain, I knew that it would be disappearing fast, and I had this one last day to get out there and shoot some pictures. So I did! This our little shed, as seen from back towards the pond. The foot prints were not mine, but probably from a neighbor's dog, or some other critter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8bDWyeiaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1FyKW67PDos/s1600-h/Pond+on+sw-4521+-Vr+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300485030909217186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SY8bDWyeiaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1FyKW67PDos/s320/Pond+on+sw-4521+-Vr+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I am glad the snow has left, but I am thankful that we had it. I enjoyed it's beauty, plus it added to the water in our pond. The pond had been low for some time, but is now almost full. I am sure we will have spring rains, and that will finish filling it before the summer heat hits. It was a serene tranquil time walking through the woods, around the pond and along the fence rows while the snow blanketed the ground. Each season holds it's own uniqueness, and special experiences. Everyday there are more pictures waiting to be snapped, as we look at our surroundings on life's journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6631064099109473458?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6631064099109473458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6631064099109473458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6631064099109473458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6631064099109473458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-glimpse.html' title='One More Glimpse'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SZtghL6PQtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pSig6KoDcyY/s72-c/limb+and+snow+sculpture-Vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4138268982383487370</id><published>2009-01-31T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:18:48.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1P5KaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BbwNAxitdp8/s1600-h/Virginia+on+deck+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628715085870338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1P5KaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BbwNAxitdp8/s320/Virginia+on+deck+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am, taking pictures on our deck of our snow and the birds.  It is a winter-wonderland, and will probably be snow-covered for another month now. But it did warm up today into the 40's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628726505299490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1QjtA3iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XtTiLCxhISY/s320/cardinal+in+pine-Vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is one of the sights from the deck.  There was a wren on the feeder, a cardinal in the pine and a junco on the snow under the tree.  It is hard to tell where the pond begins.  Today we did see a neat sight, although I was not fast enough with the camera, but a raccoon was walking across the pond on the ice/snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1QZIIanI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YjkQ0Rtm8Sk/s1600-h/IMGP3971-house+and+drive+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628723666250354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1QZIIanI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YjkQ0Rtm8Sk/s320/IMGP3971-house+and+drive+V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is the road to our house.  We made it out today and are computing at Barnes and Noble. The last time we went out (2 days ago) we had to leave the car way up the driveway and Leon shovelled it out yesterday.  Hopefully tonight will be easier getting back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1QK1NdWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1Sfcnk1iUg8/s1600-h/IMGP3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628719828792674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1QK1NdWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1Sfcnk1iUg8/s320/IMGP3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our spoiled cat, Fluffy, looking at me as though to say, "why are we out in this?" He has his paw raised and is considering throwing a snowball at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just in case you are wondering, "How much snow did we get???"  The ruler is stuck in the snow on top of the table on our deck, and it showed 11". That is plenty for this winter.  We are thankful for electricity and no more ice than we got. We had that last year.  Stay warm on your journey through these winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1Q9ZL4SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EW9pu_rSpJo/s1600-h/eleven+inches+of+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628733401456930" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1Q9ZL4SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EW9pu_rSpJo/s320/eleven+inches+of+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4138268982383487370?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4138268982383487370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4138268982383487370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4138268982383487370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4138268982383487370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-got-snow.html' title='We Got Snow!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SYT1P5KaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BbwNAxitdp8/s72-c/Virginia+on+deck+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7462317616059370067</id><published>2009-01-23T18:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:46:28.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXphsg06GxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xWeToth6JwE/s1600-h/IMGP2795-Vr+Bluebird+by+Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294651729281424146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXphsg06GxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xWeToth6JwE/s320/IMGP2795-Vr+Bluebird+by+Leon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Bluebird of Happiness---Oh, the joy to see these little guys in winter when there is so little color, and their appearance is so unexpected.  Earlier this week Leon looked out our kitchen window and said look at all the bluebirds.  Of course we hurried  to get our camera and check it out, as there were about 10 of them perched around the edge of our birdbath, drinking water.  Then the next afternoon we were on our way to town and in our holly tree beside the drive was a similar number of these little blue birds.  They resembled ornaments as they were all in the branches.  Leon, was on the side of the car beside the holly tree, so I got out our camera and he shot this photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXphsyMTM1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/bp3I2TZqRt0/s1600-h/IMGP2697-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294651733942940498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXphsyMTM1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/bp3I2TZqRt0/s320/IMGP2697-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I have been wanting to take some pictures of snow for a winter shot, and this is all the snow we have had,  about 1 inch total all winter, which is nice, except for photo opportunities.  Somehow, I am afraid that I will have the chance to take more snow pictures before spring arrives, and really I am looking forward to seeing those daffodils and tulips.  Winter is not my favorite season, yet it holds some distinct characteristics that other months do not include, like zero temperatures, snow and ice and the spark of hope--as the next season is "Spring"!  I think that is why I was so happy to see the bluebirds, they reminded me of warmer months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Till next time---enjoy the seasons and the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7462317616059370067?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7462317616059370067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7462317616059370067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7462317616059370067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7462317616059370067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-sightings.html' title='January sightings'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXphsg06GxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xWeToth6JwE/s72-c/IMGP2795-Vr+Bluebird+by+Leon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1730530312378043386</id><published>2009-01-17T19:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:27:04.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles, Swans and Pelicans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today we went to the SIPS-Eagle Outing at Alton, IL.  It was a very windy day, but great to get outside after a couple days of zero temperatures and staying indoors most of the time.  We did see some eagles, and had a great time attempting to photograph them.  This one was about to catch his lunch.  He did get a large fish, and sat in his "fishing spot" for some time nimbling on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKC_mfH4UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aSywQZGy_qQ/s1600-h/IMGP2323-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292436541288210754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKC_mfH4UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aSywQZGy_qQ/s320/IMGP2323-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We found this group of trumpeter swans on Teal Pond.  There was one little area of water that was not frozen, so this was THE place to be if you were a swan, goose, or duck.  We enjoyed their beauty and the chance to take their picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKDBal6q3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w7BCRx-bFws/s1600-h/IMGP2653-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292436572455218034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKDBal6q3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w7BCRx-bFws/s320/IMGP2653-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We then made it over to the locks and found millions of sea gulls and some pelicans.  If you look in the lower right corner you will see one of the pelicans.  It was a beautiful sight.  A great day of photography, and now we are at Barnes and Noble, relaxing!  Hope you enjoyed our journey to the Eagle Outing and are staying warm.  God bless you one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKDBGjqeNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RfFj7Qyimf4/s1600-h/IMGP2548-locks+and+pelican+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292436567077058770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKDBGjqeNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RfFj7Qyimf4/s320/IMGP2548-locks+and+pelican+resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1730530312378043386?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1730530312378043386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1730530312378043386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1730530312378043386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1730530312378043386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/eagles-swans-and-pelicans.html' title='Eagles, Swans and Pelicans'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SXKC_mfH4UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aSywQZGy_qQ/s72-c/IMGP2323-V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5414857419299152</id><published>2009-01-12T22:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:54:34.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Generation to Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWwgPwAN6EI/AAAAAAAAAOc/etXHzHkZs2A/s1600-h/Aunt+Evelyn+1-7-2009+096-V+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290639117209430082" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWwgPwAN6EI/AAAAAAAAAOc/etXHzHkZs2A/s320/Aunt+Evelyn+1-7-2009+096-V+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Evelyn in her youth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                             Three of Aunt Evelyn's Great-Grandchildren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290637249320264290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWwejBkvImI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9zHlCjO1I4g/s320/Aunt+Evelyn+1-8-2009+246-V-for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were blessed by attending the memorial services of Leon's Aunt Evelyn last week. While we we were there, we took several pictures and will be sharing them with family. As I was going through the photos, I came across the picture above of three of her great-grandchildren waiting in line to take flowers and put in a vase on the altar during their Grandma's funeral. It was such a beautiful thing to see all the sweet faces and when I saw the resemblance to Aunt Evelyn's sweet face, I wanted to share it with all of you. Look closely and I think you will agree. From generation to generation--her looks and sweet spirit are passed down, as was witnessed by so many friends and family over the years. To have known her was to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5414857419299152?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5414857419299152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5414857419299152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5414857419299152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5414857419299152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-generation-to-generation.html' title='From Generation to Generation'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWwgPwAN6EI/AAAAAAAAAOc/etXHzHkZs2A/s72-c/Aunt+Evelyn+1-7-2009+096-V+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-2627393714775162470</id><published>2009-01-10T18:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:22:09.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWlDETZzebI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9qLT2kkLUUk/s1600-h/EasternGraySquirrel_Columbia_051104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289832978530400690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWlDETZzebI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9qLT2kkLUUk/s320/EasternGraySquirrel_Columbia_051104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This little squirrel is so adorable! But not when he is in your BASEMENT! Actually, he is not the one in our basement, but looks identical to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we returned home from Kentucky Thursday evening, we noticed right away that there was someone/something in our basement rearranging various items. Soon we spotted that the flue covering was off of the chimney and there were little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suetty&lt;/span&gt; paw prints in some places. Yes, it was easy to deduct that we had a little furry critter in the basement. The next morning I saw the little guy, and he looked like the above picture, (which I did not take, but just wanted to post so you could visualize our guest.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Yesterday we tried a few techniques to remove the squirrel, from opening the basement window, and Leon sitting quietly for about 3 hours watching to see if he left, and even practicing with his pellet gun, but it's not easy in the basement around the aquarium, furnace, computer, washer and dryer, etc.  So last evening we did not  hear him, but about noon today I heard him running around down there, so we called a neighbor and borrowed this trap to try to catch him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of the feast we prepared for him to have at his "going back outside party".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWlDETWKdNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8isi7JILwf4/s1600-h/squirrel+food+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289832978515129554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWlDETWKdNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8isi7JILwf4/s320/squirrel+food+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hickory nuts, sunflower seed, shelled corn and peanut butter!  Yum Yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully by the next posting our squirrel is back outside where he belongs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-2627393714775162470?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/2627393714775162470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=2627393714775162470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2627393714775162470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2627393714775162470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/squirrel-hunting.html' title='Squirrel Hunting'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWlDETZzebI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9qLT2kkLUUk/s72-c/EasternGraySquirrel_Columbia_051104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1629009708930133098</id><published>2009-01-07T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:32:22.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Christmas Lights Contest at SIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWV_QfXYgDI/AAAAAAAAANs/5QfOAGMc-5A/s1600-h/house+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288773258690723890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWV_QfXYgDI/AAAAAAAAANs/5QfOAGMc-5A/s320/house+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the photo I submitted for our January SIPS contest last night.  I was pleased to have got first place in the contest.  It was a difficult assignment for me, as I struggle with night shots. I read some articles and found that the best time for capturing outdoor lighting is right at sunset, and that by setting the white balace to "tungsten" it takes out the excess yellow from the lighting.  So the photo club produced the desired effect.  It got me to study techniques, and then get out and shoot pictures which I probably would not have taken.  I have much to learn, and am thankful for the photo club and members who make it so educational. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1629009708930133098?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1629009708930133098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1629009708930133098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1629009708930133098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1629009708930133098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2009/01/outdoor-christmas-lights-contest-at.html' title='Outdoor Christmas Lights Contest at SIPS'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SWV_QfXYgDI/AAAAAAAAANs/5QfOAGMc-5A/s72-c/house+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4571407173696761756</id><published>2008-12-28T09:48:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:01:27.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenJKmm_RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9LbyfqPprg4/s1600-h/Tammy,+Patty+and+Virginia+-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876463649520914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenJKmm_RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9LbyfqPprg4/s320/Tammy,+Patty+and+Virginia+-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was December 26th and our family gathered to celebrate our Savior's birth.  We gave to one another the love in our hearts, a priceless gift, wrapped with hugs and tied with smiles as we spent cherished hours together.  My sister did most of the cooking this year and served a delectable feast prepared without the aid of her oven, which decided to take a rest on Christmas this year.  But nothing can stop the determination of my sister!  What a trooper, she still managed to bake a ham, augratin potatoes, and pumpkin pie by using her roaster.  No, she did not cook over the fireplace, but certainly put lots of love in the meal, and I love and appreciate her so much.  Patty, Tammy, and I always have fun gathering around the table, chatting and catching up on important "girl talk", the content of which builds up through the months we are apart.  Though we do talk often, many times the daily routines overshadow the underlying needs for women-chatter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenJVDlVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bOGDuT3nvxU/s1600-h/Hannah+and+Kate+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876466455401970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenJVDlVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bOGDuT3nvxU/s320/Hannah+and+Kate+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hannah and Kate beside the Christmas tree.  Nothing quite compares to the joy of  little children and the delight on their faces.  As Laura Ingalls Wilder said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenKeOW8eI/AAAAAAAAAM0/22s3KQwxyIo/s1600-h/Jonathan-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876486096384482" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenKeOW8eI/AAAAAAAAAM0/22s3KQwxyIo/s320/Jonathan-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenKCvks7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZozUlLv6Css/s1600-h/Jeremy-my+All+Star--for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876478719505330" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenKCvks7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZozUlLv6Css/s320/Jeremy-my+All+Star--for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My grandson, Jonathan with new jacket he had wanted.  My nephew, Jeremy, getting ready to open a gift, which he hopes is associated with sports!  These two had been outside in the above normal temperatures, but managed to come in in time for food and gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenI6mwQBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9YEvxxOQ9QA/s1600-h/Cassie+and+me+with+scarf-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876459355160594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenI6mwQBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9YEvxxOQ9QA/s320/Cassie+and+me+with+scarf-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here I am with my new scarf from Patty.  It is so warm and soft and I love it.  My niece, Cassie is beside me on the couch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenSmXLRAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nsKSj0VPM1s/s1600-h/Checking+out+the+computer-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876625719804930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenSmXLRAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nsKSj0VPM1s/s320/Checking+out+the+computer-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The "girls" are at it again--on the computer looking at the calendar, trying to plan a girls-weekend in spring to celebrate Tammy's birthday. Though no particular day was set, it was agreed that this would be fun and we would possibly go to Lake of the Ozarks, where there are lots of shopping opportunities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When evening arrived, and we had wished Hannah a 'Happy 14th birthday", we had to make our way toward southern Illinois through some very foggy spots, but got home safe and sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday morning we got up and continued our Christmas "journey"--this time south to Bowling Green to visit our daughter, Maura and her family. Not having seen them since last year, it was amazing to see how much Emily had grown.  She is such a sweet young lady, and really a great interior designer, by the looks of her room.  When her brother, Nick went off to college, she eagerly moved to his room, and made it all her own, with happy green walls and bright pink dots.  I need her skills for organizing my closets, as hers was right out of a Martha Stewart magazine!   Here is Emily with her pet hamster. We were glad to get to visit with Jo, Maura's Mom while we were there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882512867476786" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVespRsjxTI/AAAAAAAAANk/GR31kcKnHto/s320/Emily+and+her+hamster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVer-Zn-BgI/AAAAAAAAANc/LIEobgMpvVY/s1600-h/Maura,+Jo+Emily+and+Leon-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284881776261334530" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVer-Zn-BgI/AAAAAAAAANc/LIEobgMpvVY/s320/Maura,+Jo+Emily+and+Leon-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep-JnWVqI/AAAAAAAAANU/mkHGwRy5cms/s1600-h/Nick+in+cowboy+hat+and+truck-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879572940510882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep-JnWVqI/AAAAAAAAANU/mkHGwRy5cms/s320/Nick+in+cowboy+hat+and+truck-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nick, in his cowboy hat, had just been out working on the farm putting in a fence.  His heart is in the country, whether it is on a tractor, or hunting, but still he is pursuing his college degree so he can afford that long "2 mile gravel road" back to his house in the country. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep9QGZjRI/AAAAAAAAANM/kblyGVAyRxY/s1600-h/Leon,+Emily,+Nick+Maura-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879557501488402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep9QGZjRI/AAAAAAAAANM/kblyGVAyRxY/s320/Leon,+Emily,+Nick+Maura-Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We thank the Lord for His mercy and grace and guidance in uniting us with Maura and her family.  Leon and I had prayed for her before we ever knew where she was, and in 1996 God answered our prayers, and we give thanks for her and all of her family.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"To the American People: Christmas is not a time or a season, but a state of mind, to cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.  If we think on these things, there will be born in us a Savior and over us will shine a star sending its gleam of hope to the world." ***Calvin Coolidge (1872-1933) American President. Presidential message (December 25, 1927)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Here Donald and Maura are with their dog, Biscuit.  We wished them a "Happy Anniversary", and then continued our journey up to Radcliff to say hello to our friend Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep9c0PHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/A4a7eaRC0Gg/s1600-h/Happy+anniversary+Maura+and+Donald-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879560914967666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVep9c0PHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/A4a7eaRC0Gg/s320/Happy+anniversary+Maura+and+Donald-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!"--Charles Dickens, &lt;em&gt;The Pickwick Papers, 1836&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    We are now back in our quiet home by the fire-side and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a safe journey and the refreshed feeling of love, friendship, gratitude and kindred spirits which are our gifts from the Lord received through the time spent with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4571407173696761756?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4571407173696761756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4571407173696761756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4571407173696761756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4571407173696761756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-christmas.html' title='Family Christmas'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SVenJKmm_RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9LbyfqPprg4/s72-c/Tammy,+Patty+and+Virginia+-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6831488271118909382</id><published>2008-12-20T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:13:13.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1gxSI0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/70_exJcvXkk/s1600-h/Gabe+and+Virginia+bowling-VVV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1gxSI0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/70_exJcvXkk/s320/Gabe+and+Virginia+bowling-VVV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today was a fun day spent with our grandson, Gabe, and his other grandparents, Steve and Diana.  We enjoyed a nice visit, ate some wonderful Mexican food, and then off to Ten Pin Alley for some competitive bowling.  Somehow, I think I must have the wrong idea of what it takes to win at bowling, because I kept bowling close to my age!!!  Which isn't 300!!  Anyway we had a good time and I am amazed at how fast Gabe is growing up and we are almost exactly the same height.  He opened his gifts and enjoyed trying out his scooter before our bowling adventure. They gave us a neat photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt; that holds 60 digital photos, and Diana had already put some of Gabe's recent pictures on it.  It is a very nifty little photo album that you can carry with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1WoQqPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uBVOBQsBDNQ/s1600-h/IMGP0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1WoQqPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uBVOBQsBDNQ/s320/IMGP0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1ec4B_I/AAAAAAAAAME/DnUhGX47CfY/s1600-h/IMGP0560+Gabe+and+scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1ec4B_I/AAAAAAAAAME/DnUhGX47CfY/s320/IMGP0560+Gabe+and+scooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Gabe is growing into a nice young man, and will be in high school next year.  Wow, where does the time go??  Our Christmas "journey"  has been so "enjoyable" today, and we look forward to the upcoming week as more memories are made.  Tomorrow I will meet my sweet sister for some "secret" Santa activities! Ho! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6831488271118909382?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6831488271118909382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6831488271118909382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6831488271118909382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6831488271118909382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-with-gabriel.html' title='Christmas with Gabriel'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SU2w1gxSI0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/70_exJcvXkk/s72-c/Gabe+and+Virginia+bowling-VVV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1923865049612838023</id><published>2008-12-19T18:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:10:51.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fluffy" Is Ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUw9AFBzkwI/AAAAAAAAALs/MFKLf9zY910/s1600-h/IMGP0471-Vresized+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUw9AFBzkwI/AAAAAAAAALs/MFKLf9zY910/s320/IMGP0471-Vresized+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our cat, "Fluffy" likes to come in and get spoiled everyday.  He takes up residence on the rug beside the door to the deck and sleeps in the sunshine.  Today, he was very agreeable and posed for a Christmas picture with his stocking and gifts.  He soon was back to sleep while I baked cookies in the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUw9AftTrPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oCajokHydjk/s320/IMGP0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Each day this week I have put on my chef's hat and been making Christmas treats, candies, cookies, and as my sister says, "that &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt; rice chex and pecan mix".  She only calls it evil because she finds it irresistable. Yesterday I made one of Leon's favorites-chocolate chip cookies, and today I made one of mine, peanut butter cookies.  The only real candy I made was peanut butter fudge, because my Mom made the BEST candies and she and our neighbor would get together one evening before Christmas and make several different kinds.  Mom made perfect divinity, which I have not attempted, for I know it would pale in comparison.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow we will begin our family visits by going to spend the day with our grandson, Gabe and his other grandparents, who have raised him.  Gabe is 13 and I hope to have a picture of him for an upcoming post.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I was reading some gardening e-mail from P Allen Smith I came across the following quote, which I want to share with you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends..."  from "A Winter Walk" Henry David Thoreau 1817-1862&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I tried to upload a picture of Walden Pond, but had some difficulties with our slow connection, so that will have to be another day.  Meanwhile, I hope everyone's heart's are full of the joy of the Lord, and thankful for all our blessings during this holy season. God bless you in your journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1923865049612838023?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1923865049612838023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1923865049612838023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1923865049612838023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1923865049612838023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/fluffy-is-ready-for-christmas.html' title='&quot;Fluffy&quot; Is Ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUw9AFBzkwI/AAAAAAAAALs/MFKLf9zY910/s72-c/IMGP0471-Vresized+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1100818762903081404</id><published>2008-12-14T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:33:46.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tidings of Comfort and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFKxFZKWI/AAAAAAAAALM/wOd-rEwduK0/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas+wreath-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFKxFZKWI/AAAAAAAAALM/wOd-rEwduK0/s320/Merry+Christmas+wreath-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In preparation for celebration  Christmas, the wreath is hung on the door to welcome all with "tidings of comfort and joy."   The tree is decorated with memories from many years and Christmas's past.  Ornaments from my childhood are carefully placed on the boughs, as I recall seeing them gleam through the cedar branches lit by the larger Christmas lights every year in my home when I was a child. I recall having hung them for several dozen years before, and each time finding just the right spot for each to glimmer and reflect the lights. Though I am much older now, still Christmas has the power to transform us into the children again, and renew our hopes and joys, with gratitude for the Christ child whose birth we celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is one of the precious faces that brings such joy, as she holds her own spot on our tree, my baby girl in kindergarten, and now her daughter is this age. Wow! Where do the years go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLGK_XOI/AAAAAAAAALU/GkhDbCSA_LU/s1600-h/ornament+tammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLGK_XOI/AAAAAAAAALU/GkhDbCSA_LU/s320/ornament+tammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These special ornaments are filled with the smiling faces of my children just 30 years or so ago.  It seems they should still be this age, but instead have blessed me with wonderful grandchildren, whose pictures can also be found hanging on the boughs. Time goes by so fast, but some things remain the same, like the love and faithfulness of our Savior.  It is a wonderful time to remember all the blessings we have received and enter into this holiday season with thankful hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is my precious son, when he was two years old, and went to school to have his picture taken at the school when his sister had hers taken.  This ornament fills me with joy, as he now has 4 children of his own, and I am blessed with many sweet faces filling our tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLV6DvVI/AAAAAAAAALc/Fbeddbzqn-A/s1600-h/Adam+ornament+on+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLV6DvVI/AAAAAAAAALc/Fbeddbzqn-A/s320/Adam+ornament+on+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Beside our tree sits the china cabinet of my youth, filled with even more memories of past Christmas' when family would gather around the table, and celebrate together. The china dishes were used and many of the "best" bowls and silverware were used at this important occasion. My aunts and uncles would come and join us, as my grandmother lived with us, so all of her children came for the holidays too.  I remember we had snow on Christmas more often back then and I would listen for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sleigh bells&lt;/span&gt; on the roof on Christmas eve.  It was next to impossible to go to sleep, knowing that when I woke up "Santa" would have already been there. I always wanted a doll, and I think I still love dolls, probably due to my association with that being the special Christmas gift I most looked forward to receiving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another happy memory hangs on the door, of the china cabinet. The ornament, my daughter made for me, hangs on the key, reminding me of yet another Christmas and the joy that comes from our family and friends.  Each loving act of kindness we share with others continues to bring joy through many years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLjBV1qI/AAAAAAAAALk/adiig6DuslI/s1600-h/nativity+in+cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFLjBV1qI/AAAAAAAAALk/adiig6DuslI/s320/nativity+in+cabinet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Don't forget to "enjoy the journey" through this holiday season, and spread tidings of comfort and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1100818762903081404?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1100818762903081404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1100818762903081404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1100818762903081404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1100818762903081404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tidings-of-comfort-and-joy.html' title='O Tidings of Comfort and Joy'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SUXFKxFZKWI/AAAAAAAAALM/wOd-rEwduK0/s72-c/Merry+Christmas+wreath-V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-370027464599935234</id><published>2008-12-06T20:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:55:30.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carols Sung by the Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs4LzCd5rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e7YcM4iFTnM/s1600-h/IMGP0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276873163724940978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs4LzCd5rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e7YcM4iFTnM/s320/IMGP0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs5a4SW8aI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ux2GbIdl6uo/s1600-h/IMGP0344-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276874522343436706" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs5a4SW8aI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ux2GbIdl6uo/s320/IMGP0344-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs6JG7nerI/AAAAAAAAALE/TtBdv7Ya3P8/s1600-h/IMGP0349-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276875316548565682" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs6JG7nerI/AAAAAAAAALE/TtBdv7Ya3P8/s320/IMGP0349-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening we had the privilege of attending a beautiful Christmas Concert and hearing our granddaughter sing. The evening was perfect with family gathered celebrating Jesus' birth and watching all the talented young people give of themselves. There was a reception afterwards and the youth had fun, relieved the performance had gone well. I loved being my husband, daughter, son-in-law and 3 grandchildren and rejoicing in the Lord, a delightful start to this holy season. May everyone enjoy your journey through this Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-370027464599935234?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/370027464599935234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=370027464599935234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/370027464599935234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/370027464599935234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carols-sung-by-choir.html' title='Christmas Carols Sung by the Choir'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STs4LzCd5rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e7YcM4iFTnM/s72-c/IMGP0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7375224944804769140</id><published>2008-12-04T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:19:35.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December Calendar and Maine Waterfront</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STiPtMd1YOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g1iZKnP3viA/s1600-h/A+12+Cardinal+in+snow+December-A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STiPtMd1YOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g1iZKnP3viA/s320/A+12+Cardinal+in+snow+December-A.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STiPteYZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CVVJs8nEVak/s1600-h/Maine+Waterfront-Blog-V.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STiPteYZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CVVJs8nEVak/s320/Maine+Waterfront-Blog-V.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7375224944804769140?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7375224944804769140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7375224944804769140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7375224944804769140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7375224944804769140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-calendar-and-maine-waterfront.html' title='December Calendar and Maine Waterfront'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/STiPtMd1YOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g1iZKnP3viA/s72-c/A+12+Cardinal+in+snow+December-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6187692601162809278</id><published>2008-12-04T18:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:38:24.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December's Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>With only 4 days gone, this month has been busy and is picking up speed.  On Tuesday evening we enjoyed our Christmas party at our photography club at SIU.  It was a delicious meal, beautiful setting, and very interesting speaker.  The speaker had made a recent trip to South Africa and showed photos of all the terrain, wildlife, and beautiful birds.  It was fun to get to take the trip from the comfort of our ballroom and feel like we had shared the experience.  At the meeting we received our calendars and mystery tour pictures back with awards.  I was surprised and delighted to find I had tied for first place on the calendars we made.  I am attaching the December picture from my calendar entry.  The photo of the cardinal in the snow was taken on a honeysuckle vine outside my kitchen window. The real photo of me taking the picture, up in the kitchen sink, thankfully was never taken.&lt;br /&gt;   Today was my paint classf, and I finished my painting of the Maine Waterfront, which I have been working on since April.  I jokingly tell the other ladies that my goal is to paint 2 inches per class, and sometimes that isn't easy with my favorite brush--the liner!  I will also try to attach a picture of my painting, if my patience endures with our slow dial-up connection.  Leon was excited to see the picture and immediately claimed it as "his" Christmas present.  I have a real fondness for the picture, as we just visited Maine in October, and saw lots of lobster traps, like the ones in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;  I am looking forward to hearing my granddaughter, Hannah, sing in with the choir from her school tomorrow.  She is such a blessing and I know the program will be a special treat, and a treasured part of our Christmas memories. It seems each month offers many avenues to enjoy the journey, and December is no exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6187692601162809278?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6187692601162809278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6187692601162809278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6187692601162809278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6187692601162809278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/12/decembers-accomplishments.html' title='December&apos;s Accomplishments'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-937376646366293792</id><published>2008-11-25T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:15:49.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about Pumpin Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSyv3I9rZjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aU1L3aqG6YU/s1600-h/pumpkins+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSyv3I9rZjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aU1L3aqG6YU/s320/pumpkins+for+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272782625577854514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about pumpkin pie--turkey and dressing---sweet potatoes and lots and lots of family gathered together, giving thanks for all our Lord's Blessings.  Yes, Thanksgiving Day is on the way, but then it should be everyday, right!  We all have much to give thanks for when we stop and count our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;  Happy Thanksgiving to everyone---and don't forget to have a slice of pumpkin pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-937376646366293792?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/937376646366293792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=937376646366293792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/937376646366293792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/937376646366293792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-about-pumpin-pie.html' title='Thinking about Pumpin Pie'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSyv3I9rZjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aU1L3aqG6YU/s72-c/pumpkins+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-8593432900744265887</id><published>2008-11-22T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:12:13.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed And Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSi7MLtfO_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Fx7VFW2DD8/s1600-h/Pumpkin+town+prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271669181813570546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSi7MLtfO_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Fx7VFW2DD8/s320/Pumpkin+town+prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Thanksgiving rapidly approaches, I find myself counting my blessings and reminiscing about so many family gatherings and yesteryear. While looking through photos to share with everyone, I came across this funny one from vacation. I know many of you probably don't have your tickets yet, but as you note on the sign, " the Pumpkin Town Prom" is underway. It may be pumpkin pie, or pecan following turkey and sweet potatoes, but a celebration to be sure! I loved the car that is ready for the prom queen, and the little red wagon for the children. The picture was taken at village in the Poconos, where we stopped and checked out the harvest goodies. There was hot apple cider, and it was welcome, as the temperature was about like it is here today, in the 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to gathering in the kitchen (Tammy's this time) and preparing the meal with her and my sister. Just to have loved ones gathered and to hear their cheerful voices, and smell the festive aromas, is fulfilling before we gather together at the table. It does my heart good to reach out and touch my daughter, my sister, grandchildren, niece and nephew and cherish every moment that we share. In today's fast times, it is good to slow down and talk with those we love. Listen to the children's laughter, for they grow up too fast, and we don't have as much time as our ancestors did before there was automobiles and electricity. What is wrong in this picture? The faster our appliances go and make work easier, the less time we have. It is crazy, isn't it? We must take the time to realize we are blessed. We should ask the Lord to watch over all of our soldiers fighting for our freedom, and thank God for His abundant Blessings. Be safe as you enjoy our Harvest of Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-8593432900744265887?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/8593432900744265887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=8593432900744265887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8593432900744265887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8593432900744265887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessed-and-thankful.html' title='Blessed And Thankful'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSi7MLtfO_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Fx7VFW2DD8/s72-c/Pumpkin+town+prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-2516326077375215850</id><published>2008-11-19T13:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:04:42.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple for Patty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSRuMsDqRjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SfySzew89Z8/s1600-h/Blog+photo+purple+pots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270458628194321970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSRuMsDqRjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SfySzew89Z8/s320/Blog+photo+purple+pots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was making my way through my photos from Massachusetts, I came across this photo which I took at Mahoney's Garden Center. When we were there I saw this table of purple flower pots and immediately thought of my sister, Patty. I was going to buy one for her, but somehow they lost their beauty when taken out of the whole picture, so this picture is for you, Patty. Just to let you know I am always thinking of you with love.  Look forward to seeing you on Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-2516326077375215850?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/2516326077375215850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=2516326077375215850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2516326077375215850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/2516326077375215850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/purple-for-patty.html' title='Purple for Patty'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSRuMsDqRjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SfySzew89Z8/s72-c/Blog+photo+purple+pots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6876369334277938337</id><published>2008-11-16T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:55:36.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin, Squash or Gourd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSDm3_wvpBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/THt8cL2Az38/s1600-h/harvest+display-vas+blog+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465413706556434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSDm3_wvpBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/THt8cL2Az38/s320/harvest+display-vas+blog+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another week has flown by already! It feels like winter is just around the corner. We had our "first" snow of the fall yesterday. Although there was no accumulation, there were still some flakes glistening on the brown oak leaves on the ground this morning. The above photo was taken at a Country Garden Shop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnstable&lt;/span&gt;, MA. The crates were stacked on the roof and each had a pumpkin, squash or gourd in them. It made a neat display, and of course photo to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After my past post of planting daffodil bulbs, I was talking with my daughter this week on the phone, and told her I was "digging bulbs". She asked what I was doing that for, as just last week I was planting them. This week we dug our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canna&lt;/span&gt; and elephant ear bulbs. These kind cannot make it through the winter in our temperatures, so they have to be re-planted each spring, so we took them out of the ground and gave them a home in our basement for the winter months. It is extra exercise, but cheaper than the health club, and more beautiful when they bloom next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All the good rain we have been receiving is great for the trees we planted, as well as the bulbs. I am still working on photos from our trip and taking advantage of the photo deals at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; to have them printed. At 10 cents each, one cannot buy color ink and photo paper for that price. I am having a great time, enjoying our journey again as I travel through each day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  I have begun thinking about the holidays and all the blessings in my life.  I look forward to time spent with those I love, and making happy memories together.  I have been thinking about the past Thanksgivings of my childhood, when we would gather together for turkey dinner, and many times it would include my grandma and aunts and uncles.  It seems there was snow on the ground almost always around that time.  Dad would go quail hunting, and I bundled up and went with him a few times.  I did not carry a gun, but walked quietly along and watched the bird dog point and flush the birds, and then we would have quail for breakfast the next morning. What a treat, and so very yummy.  Mom was such a great cook, and I know for sure I am blessed beyond what I can even realize, to have been surrounded by family and made such cherished memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;   Enjoy the journey each day and give thanks to the Lord for all your blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6876369334277938337?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6876369334277938337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6876369334277938337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6876369334277938337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6876369334277938337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-squash-or-gourd.html' title='Pumpkin, Squash or Gourd'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SSDm3_wvpBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/THt8cL2Az38/s72-c/harvest+display-vas+blog+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7345694467454603237</id><published>2008-11-09T11:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:43:45.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulbs, Books , and Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SRcoqyiHh9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kfB4ovY-aPU/s1600-h/Blog+photo+V+iris+planting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723004817573842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SRcoqyiHh9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kfB4ovY-aPU/s320/Blog+photo+V+iris+planting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With less daylight, and cool, gray days, I have been thinking of more painting, book reading and the upcoming Holidays. I have been keeping busy with the bulb planting, tree watering, and winterizing our plants. I transplanted some of my plants that were in pots on the deck into different pots, and did some trimming before settling them in to their winter home inside our house. We should have lots of good oxygen with all they will give off. When space is at a premium, it takes some creativity to find a spot for all the plants I can't bear to watch freeze outdoors. It doesn't help that I can't resist trying to start new plants off the cuttings of those I trim, thus they do multiply. We gave a couple to a friend for his office, and that made the task easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The oaks are dropping their leaves faster than usual. Many years they hold a lot of their leaves until spring, but the winds are bringing lots of them down already. My little dogwood has about lost it's leaves, where just a couple days ago it had lovely pink leaves outstanding against the browns and grays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just finished the book, The Story of Edgar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sawtelle&lt;/span&gt; by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wroblewski&lt;/span&gt;. It was very interesting and a little strange, but I find myself thinking about the story now that is finished, and wanting to go back and resume the book. It deals with raising dogs, yet gives much insight into people. When we made our trip south to visit Leon's brothers, we met a couple from Hilton Head in a restaurant and she was telling us about the book, so I bought it then and have been reading it since. Leon is now reading the book, at my recommendation. I am looking forward to having others to discuss the story with, as it keeps recurring in my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to post another photo, but it took two tries and several minutes to get the one uploaded, so I will go ahead and publish this and try again next time. Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; journey through autumn in your corner of the world is beautiful and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7345694467454603237?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7345694467454603237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7345694467454603237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7345694467454603237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7345694467454603237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-less-daylight-and-cool-gray-days-i.html' title='Bulbs, Books , and Blessings'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SRcoqyiHh9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kfB4ovY-aPU/s72-c/Blog+photo+V+iris+planting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3795182293034697396</id><published>2008-11-01T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:47:42.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November - Here already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQ0Ue6aNM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0wDDpXHvdLs/s1600-h/Planting+trees-Vr+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263886060773782338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQ0Ue6aNM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0wDDpXHvdLs/s320/Planting+trees-Vr+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that it is November, and soon the election will be over and 2008. We have been busy the last couple days with preparations for the upcoming photography meeting. With a couple contests due at SIPS, I have been trying to make decisions on what pictures to enter, and even taking some more for the Mystery Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip to take pictures yesterday, we ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt;, and that is always dangerous when there is end of the season sales. Yes, we bought 15 trees--all evergreens. So today we have been busy planting. It was a wonderful day to be outside, and enjoy the warm temperatures of fall. We did get them planted and watered, and even had enough energy to have a bite of supper when we came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to upload a picture we took of our plantings. Tonight we turn our clocks back, so less daylight at the end of the day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3795182293034697396?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3795182293034697396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3795182293034697396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3795182293034697396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3795182293034697396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-here-already.html' title='November - Here already?'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQ0Ue6aNM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0wDDpXHvdLs/s72-c/Planting+trees-Vr+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6278272193399839734</id><published>2008-10-29T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:15:25.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy with the Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQj5Xazfo2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/W3_70_27Y4k/s1600-h/IMGP8995-V+woodland+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262730345310036834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQj5Xazfo2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/W3_70_27Y4k/s320/IMGP8995-V+woodland+path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have been home I have been getting back into a daily routine. Catching up on laundry, groceries, meals, etc. Leon has been trying to do some leaf maintenance--which will be an ongoing job for the next couple months. But we do love the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on TV that they have about 16" snow up in the Poconos---and we were just there! Wow, we got home just in time. And up in Burlington, VT it is in the 20's, now I understand why the motels up there don't think the heat should be on when it is in the 60's---It is a different world for us from down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had 2 bluebirds on our bluebird house. Guess they are looking for a winter residence to protect them from the elements. Our woodpeckers are working on the suet and the finches are beginning to gather in for an easy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go to my paint class--I sure do miss seeing all the ladies and am really excited to work on my "Maine Waterfront"--as now I have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on my photos for the SIPS calendar contest, which is due at the Nov.4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; meeting. Also, trying to go through the photos I took while in New England so I can get some printed for an album. There is just something about having them in your hand--kind of like reading a book. Nothing quite replaces it. I saved some little mementos to put in with them and journal about our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered about a bushel of apples from our trees and made a pie, and have some to store for the upcoming days. And even hung some of my laundry on the line to dry, which I love to do on pretty days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what I have been up to while not on the computer. I will make an effort to share our daily "travels down life's path". I hope you are enjoying the beautiful fall weather and all the season's bountiful blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6278272193399839734?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6278272193399839734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6278272193399839734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6278272193399839734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6278272193399839734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-with-daily.html' title='Busy with the Daily'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQj5Xazfo2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/W3_70_27Y4k/s72-c/IMGP8995-V+woodland+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6670920834924886853</id><published>2008-10-26T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:31:16.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQVD7eNLaOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0wxjpA0i9L8/s1600-h/IMGP8598-Va+Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686428651972834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQVD7eNLaOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0wxjpA0i9L8/s320/IMGP8598-Va+Clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we made our way from Springfield, Ohio through Indiana and into Illinois. All the way we had a wonderful overhead changing canvas, painted by clouds on a brilliant blue background. The wind made new brush strokes with every mile, and a new picture for me to photograph of our journey. I will attempt to post one from home, but with our slow internet speed, the others will have to wait until we are at a high speed internet location. We arrived home about 7 P.M. and unloaded the car. Very thankful for an outstanding trip, and no problems along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful this morning to have our little cat, "Fluffy" come out of the garden shed to meet me. He has been spoiled all day long, with lots of treats and petting. I think he missed us a little, as he is not very sociable with other people. I did plant a few more daffodil bulbs this afternoon, and we planted a couple trees which we got in New England--one pine and one fir. I have a couple more perennials to plant tomorrow, if the weather cooperates. Needless to say, it is always great to get home, and always fun to take a trip too. So each day brings a new place to discover, even if it is in our own back yard. We found lots and lots of leaves have fallen while we were away, and I did take a few photos of our woodland and pond. Our leaf color surely pales in comparison with Vermont and Maine. I am thankful for the pictures taken, so I can revisit all the places we saw during the upcoming winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later--don't forget to Enjoy Your Journey Each Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6670920834924886853?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6670920834924886853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6670920834924886853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6670920834924886853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6670920834924886853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQVD7eNLaOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0wxjpA0i9L8/s72-c/IMGP8598-Va+Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6919021401062303450</id><published>2008-10-25T09:01:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:59:55.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road to the Midwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM8O1JBzAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ac255RRL7sE/s1600-h/IMGP8127-Most+unique+barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261115015179652098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM8O1JBzAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ac255RRL7sE/s320/IMGP8127-Most+unique+barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The "most unique" of all the barns we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM28slUAcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_yyhb3LzGmU/s1600-h/IMGP8310-Barn+and+silos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261109206086582722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM28slUAcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_yyhb3LzGmU/s320/IMGP8310-Barn+and+silos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was spent on the road westward. Most of today's photos were taken from the car window as we drove down the Pennsylvania Turnpike and into West Virginia. I saw so many neat barns and farm, and wanted to share a few of them with everyone on this journey. There was such a wide variety of shapes and settings, but each one spoke to me of the life on the farm and all the work that goes into the farmer's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261092794319005778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMoBZ_AaFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Laq7i2Em6po/s320/IMGP8273-Drink+Milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved this "Drink Milk" barn. I know it must take a lot to keep it so pristine and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMnn5ri26I/AAAAAAAAAIc/U6AjWXIFwcA/s1600-h/IMGP8237-Patriotic+bldgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261092356150713250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMnn5ri26I/AAAAAAAAAIc/U6AjWXIFwcA/s320/IMGP8237-Patriotic+bldgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This farm set off in the distance is my "Patriotic Farm" with the glorious red, white and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261094002889329506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMpHwQoC2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h13Do6SOkRw/s320/IMGP8267-Red+barn+black+roof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red barn with the black roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261094935926155874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMp-EF8KmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7Vbak8E9EpU/s320/IMGP8324+Marlin+Zelmore+cattle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cattle grazing around the Marlin Zelmore barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMzcD3JmMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w0-vpKqUFfs/s1600-h/IMGP8390-Round+and+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105346864847042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQMzcD3JmMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w0-vpKqUFfs/s320/IMGP8390-Round+and+square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I particularly like this barn which I call "round and square". Honestly, I think the round barn is a separate building, but in my photo it has become part of the square barn, which I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM9mgJqa2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/45ZgccsrLBA/s1600-h/IMGP8199-Allegheny+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261116521373657954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM9mgJqa2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/45ZgccsrLBA/s320/IMGP8199-Allegheny+Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove through 4 tunnels on the PA Turnpike, and I always feel very strange going through the center of a mountain--this is the Allegheny Mountain Tunnel. It is always wonderful to see "the light at the end of the tunnel." We hope to arrive home this evening. "Home Sweet Home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6919021401062303450?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6919021401062303450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6919021401062303450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6919021401062303450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6919021401062303450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road-to-midwest.html' title='On the Road to the Midwest'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQM8O1JBzAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ac255RRL7sE/s72-c/IMGP8127-Most+unique+barn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7594138914238056143</id><published>2008-10-23T23:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:52:25.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From  Pocono to Ephrata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFVr5DfMnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8DqV_-MNiv4/s1600-h/IMGP7574-Autumn+in+the+Poconos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260580052283634290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFVr5DfMnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8DqV_-MNiv4/s320/IMGP7574-Autumn+in+the+Poconos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We awoke to a brisk 28 degrees this morning in Hamlin, PA in the Pocono Mountains. The foliage in the upper elevations had lost much of their color, but as we drove down the mountains the leaves were still on the trees. It was very interesting, as you could tell your elevation by the amount of leaves remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFXS9bOBpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rpNICYX2daw/s1600-h/IMGP7740-Mountain+Stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260581822983440018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFXS9bOBpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rpNICYX2daw/s320/IMGP7740-Mountain+Stream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove our planned route, we noticed a sign that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;an arrow&lt;/span&gt; and said Red Detour, so we exited the main highway and followed it. It lead us through some very scenic roads, and I had the opportunity to take pictures of this mountain stream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFgyzaaa2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HKfHVhkkNEQ/s1600-h/IMGP7879-cupolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260592265656167266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFgyzaaa2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HKfHVhkkNEQ/s320/IMGP7879-cupolas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through many little towns and noticed similar architecture in many of them. There were buildings with colorful cupolas and each with their own story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFYlOfIttI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IVmDeUkgD-M/s1600-h/IMGP7877-Colorful+bldgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260583236312544978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFYlOfIttI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IVmDeUkgD-M/s320/IMGP7877-Colorful+bldgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ephrata&lt;/span&gt;, PA in the late afternoon, and enjoyed the peaceful setting of this National Historic Landmark. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ephrata&lt;/span&gt; Cloister was founded in 1732 as a German religious community by Conrad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biessel&lt;/span&gt; who lived, worked and worshiped at the Cloister. The German settlers came here seeking spiritual goals, rather than earthly rewards. Some were married and some celibate. In 1813 the married group formed the German Seventh Day Baptist Church. It is a very interesting history to learn about. I will include a few pictures of the grounds so you can enjoy our journey too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFcRXkkbFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l0x9PBS8IPo/s1600-h/IMGP7966-Cloister+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260587293200378962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFcRXkkbFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l0x9PBS8IPo/s320/IMGP7966-Cloister+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ephrata&lt;/span&gt; school building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFdIBXZOBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZSH0CmxfyWo/s1600-h/IMGP7925-Ephrata+cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260588232132343826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFdIBXZOBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZSH0CmxfyWo/s320/IMGP7925-Ephrata+cemetery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cemetery on the Cloister grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFeXiGLA-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pVpIsJJQ0_w/s1600-h/IMGP7923-Ephrata+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260589598128145378" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFeXiGLA-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pVpIsJJQ0_w/s320/IMGP7923-Ephrata+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFf1RzeCII/AAAAAAAAAIM/h_SA4K6uE14/s1600-h/IMGP7940-Ephrata+bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260591208662435970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFf1RzeCII/AAAAAAAAAIM/h_SA4K6uE14/s320/IMGP7940-Ephrata+bldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove through some of the Amish communities and then made our way to the Pennsylvania Turnpike to head on west.  We stopped for the evening at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Breezewood&lt;/span&gt;, PA with more new memories made of the places visited and people we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7594138914238056143?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7594138914238056143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7594138914238056143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7594138914238056143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7594138914238056143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-pocono-to-ephrata.html' title='From  Pocono to Ephrata'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SQFVr5DfMnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8DqV_-MNiv4/s72-c/IMGP7574-Autumn+in+the+Poconos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-6821629992944232966</id><published>2008-10-22T20:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:00:38.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Westward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_XumweGnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ETqbVxs5KUI/s1600-h/IMGP6828-Hills+in+Connecticut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260160085469829746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_XumweGnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ETqbVxs5KUI/s320/IMGP6828-Hills+in+Connecticut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent Tuesday evening in Norwich, CT and are making our way west toward Illinois. Today we enjoyed our journey through the hills and towns of Connecticut. Some of the trees have begun losing their leaves. Probably due to the winds that we have been having up this way. There are still some adding pretty color to the rocky cliffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_YdJGgXVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t3YtCCGx-EM/s1600-h/IMGP7036-Color+and+cliffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260160884963040594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_YdJGgXVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t3YtCCGx-EM/s320/IMGP7036-Color+and+cliffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stopped for a break at Waterbury, Ct. Where we found a Barnes and Noble, and I put my worked on the posting of yesterday's adventures. The following picture is of the Timex Museum in Waterbury, which was just across the parking lot from the bookstore. It is a colorful place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_ZVVEDgiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MZIyxV4w2Qs/s1600-h/IMGP7088-Timex+Museum+Waterbury+CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260161850246660642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_ZVVEDgiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MZIyxV4w2Qs/s320/IMGP7088-Timex+Museum+Waterbury+CT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After our break, we got on the road again and drove through New York to Hamlin, PA where we are spending the night. We hope to visit the Pennsylvania Dutch communities near Lancaster on our way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_aWN70ghI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6VR8hj_TeKg/s1600-h/IMGP7220-V+sunset+in+New+York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260162965024571922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_aWN70ghI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6VR8hj_TeKg/s320/IMGP7220-V+sunset+in+New+York.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-6821629992944232966?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/6821629992944232966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=6821629992944232966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6821629992944232966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/6821629992944232966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road-westward.html' title='On the Road Westward'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP_XumweGnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ETqbVxs5KUI/s72-c/IMGP6828-Hills+in+Connecticut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-8628502547990476482</id><published>2008-10-22T13:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:40:01.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyannis Port --Beauty by the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260064919347439842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-BLNUyqOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cRLzQoHwAi4/s320/IMGP6675-Hyannis+Port+Post+Office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we drove around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt; Port, and visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JF&lt;/span&gt; Kennedy Memorial and Korean War Memorial. On our way to locate the memorials we saw such neat sights. On one tree covered lane I had to stop and take a picture of this flower cart to share with others on our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-B6Pj_d6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sdd4qFm3S_U/s1600-h/IMGP6335-Flower+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260065727401916322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-B6Pj_d6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sdd4qFm3S_U/s320/IMGP6335-Flower+cart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further down the road we saw a barn with horses in the field, so, after we stopped and I called a horse over for a visit, we drove over to the area by the barn. We learned that the horses belong to the Sheriff's Dept. and they use them in youth rehabilitation program. We visited with a lady gardener, and learned about the history of the area. They still had red raspberries on the vine. The roses and horses in the field called for another photo opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-I7GfEEFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LcxrolKgD0Q/s1600-h/IMGP6292-Horses+and+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073438726590546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-I7GfEEFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LcxrolKgD0Q/s320/IMGP6292-Horses+and+roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The John F. Kennedy Memorial and the Korean War &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Memorial&lt;/span&gt; are by the Bay, and the flowers were beautiful. I took time to smell the roses, as we remembered the leaders and soldiers in our country's history and all the lives that have been given for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-E8noLsnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/di0Ow2K3oqU/s1600-h/IMGP6516-me+and+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069066756567666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-E8noLsnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/di0Ow2K3oqU/s320/IMGP6516-me+and+roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The harbor had so many boats of all sizes and this one was so colorful that I wanted to share it with others. It is called Sea Gypsy and is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt;, MA. It had more character than most of the boats, and caught my eye. Hope you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-GHhOZPZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QOgsw_-R_vw/s1600-h/IMGP6463-Sea+Gypsy+Hyannis+Port.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070353527979410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-GHhOZPZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QOgsw_-R_vw/s320/IMGP6463-Sea+Gypsy+Hyannis+Port.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture that touched my heart, as we drove through neighborhoods. This was of a portrait studio, and the easel with a painting sitting on the patio overlooking the sea. While we were there, a little dog jumped up on the stone wall ledge, and completed the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you see all the beauty that I do in the setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-HgMjlLqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m5iwjXBL_LE/s1600-h/IMGP6699-Portrait+studio+dog+and+easel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260071876988055202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-HgMjlLqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m5iwjXBL_LE/s320/IMGP6699-Portrait+studio+dog+and+easel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-8628502547990476482?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/8628502547990476482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=8628502547990476482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8628502547990476482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/8628502547990476482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/hyannis-port-beauty-by-sea.html' title='Hyannis Port --Beauty by the Sea'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP-BLNUyqOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cRLzQoHwAi4/s72-c/IMGP6675-Hyannis+Port+Post+Office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4644343394896975359</id><published>2008-10-21T01:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:42:42.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Cod from Hyannis to Provincetown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP18Y3CeO8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TPVj1rypddY/s1600-h/IMGP5793-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259496706371632066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP18Y3CeO8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TPVj1rypddY/s320/IMGP5793-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windy, cold, sunny, and magnificent describe our day at Cape Cod. The wind was blowing unbelievably hard. The waves at the National Sea Shore were amazing. Very high and very forceful. As we watch them at high tide, their power pulled you toward them. The sand dunes lined the banks and the sand from the ocean was swept up onto the stairs we had climbed down to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP1-HKClTtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sXJfT0EAnxk/s1600-h/IMGP5791-Waves+coming+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259498601257979602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP1-HKClTtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sXJfT0EAnxk/s320/IMGP5791-Waves+coming+in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At high tide the sand covered several steps at the bottom and the waves were about 10 feet high. Due to the extreme conditions we did not go to Martha's Vineyard, but had a very full and fulfilling day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP3pe031e-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uh2rxUOH8wE/s1600-h/IMGP5965-Determined+Fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616655636790242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP3pe031e-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uh2rxUOH8wE/s320/IMGP5965-Determined+Fisherman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of a determined fisherman along the National Seashore, in pretty rough conditions, but they were dressed for it, and didn't seem to mind the wind and waves. Hope they caught some big ones, as a reward for their perserverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP17Qi3_5oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2o4d9ZL1-Ho/s1600-h/IMGP5548-Three+boats+on+Wharf+Ln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259495464008410754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP17Qi3_5oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2o4d9ZL1-Ho/s320/IMGP5548-Three+boats+on+Wharf+Ln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered a little Wharf on Wharf Lane in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnstable&lt;/span&gt;, and got to take some photos of 3 little boats moored close to the marshes. We could see the ocean waves on the horizon, and we had not yet been to the National Sea Shore to see their force up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the wooden shingle siding on the houses here. It is just exactly "New England" as you would expect, and so very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP19m5c38hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NKBUa25xaIE/s1600-h/IMGP5518-New+England+cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259498047049036306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP19m5c38hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NKBUa25xaIE/s320/IMGP5518-New+England+cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Provincetown&lt;/span&gt; and were there at sunset. It is a very interesting town, full of neat shops and interesting people. Our waiter at Lobster Pot was from Portugal. We met a friendly elderly couple taking a walk on Commercial Street. He had a walker and she a cane, but they both had smiles and time to chat. They were thrilled to have their picture taken. It's all about the friends you meet along life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP1_ff8x7SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FkMXimE-Q-g/s1600-h/IMGP6117-Friends+on+Commercial+St.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259500118967708962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP1_ff8x7SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FkMXimE-Q-g/s320/IMGP6117-Friends+on+Commercial+St.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After driving to see the lighthouses and checking out Bird Watchers General Store, seeing the sand dunes, ocean waves, interesting villages and architecture, we made one last stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt;' Barnes and Noble for about an hour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, what a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you are enjoying our journey for we surely are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP3pKnI9zMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SvtxzSaDljQ/s1600-h/IMGP5922-Nausett+Lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616308353158338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP3pKnI9zMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SvtxzSaDljQ/s320/IMGP5922-Nausett+Lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nausett Light on The Cape Cod National Seashore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4644343394896975359?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4644343394896975359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4644343394896975359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4644343394896975359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4644343394896975359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/cape-cod-from-hyannis-to-provincetown.html' title='Cape Cod from Hyannis to Provincetown'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SP18Y3CeO8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TPVj1rypddY/s72-c/IMGP5793-V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3306636085053149906</id><published>2008-10-19T22:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:38:38.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concord, Massachusetts--Walden Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPv_9hINn3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vMglx2pwePQ/s1600-h/IMGP5284-two+paths+in+the+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259078422215106418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPv_9hINn3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vMglx2pwePQ/s320/IMGP5284-two+paths+in+the+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked around Walden Pond this afternoon, and I took this picture of the paths, I was reminded of a poem by Robert Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwBwfKQWII/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZBnqgKSPogc/s1600-h/IMGP5381-Leaves+in+Walden+Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259080397371758722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwBwfKQWII/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZBnqgKSPogc/s320/IMGP5381-Leaves+in+Walden+Pond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have read and love Thoreau's "Walden Pond", and we so enjoyed walking the paths and standing on the site where his cabin had stood. There was a replica of the cabin on the grounds also, but something special about being where he had lived by the water in the woods, and knowing that some of those trees were there when he was. The evening sun illuminated all the leaves and warmed the cool autumn air, making a our journey around the pond delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwFmeCIHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kg1DahK5cAw/s1600-h/IMGP5395-Autumn+gold+at+Walden+Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259084623317048818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwFmeCIHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kg1DahK5cAw/s320/IMGP5395-Autumn+gold+at+Walden+Pond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until the area was closing for the day, and then drove on down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyannis&lt;/span&gt;, Massachusetts, where we will stay for the next couple days. It is very windy here this evening, and the lady at the desk said several people who live on Nantucket Island and Martha's Vineyard are having to stay here this evening because the winds have blown the ferries in, and they have no way home. We had planned to go out to Martha's Vineyard, but will wait and see what the weather does. We will have no problem filling our days, as there are several towns, and beaches to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must pay homage to my Scottish heritage and post one more picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scottsman&lt;/span&gt; at Bar Harbor playing his bagpipe. It truly was a highlight of our journey. This one's for you, Tammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwI_4fMmhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H4tkLJds6CI/s1600-h/P1010081-V+Bagpiper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259088358449912338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPwI_4fMmhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H4tkLJds6CI/s320/P1010081-V+Bagpiper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3306636085053149906?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3306636085053149906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3306636085053149906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3306636085053149906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3306636085053149906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/concord-massachusetts-walden-pond.html' title='Concord, Massachusetts--Walden Pond'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPv_9hINn3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vMglx2pwePQ/s72-c/IMGP5284-two+paths+in+the+woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-470355267799994235</id><published>2008-10-18T21:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:35:02.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Acadian Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqpgo6PsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xg7ef_gj7GU/s1600-h/IMGP4724-US+at+Acadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258701893111099474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqpgo6PsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xg7ef_gj7GU/s320/IMGP4724-US+at+Acadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the shore of the Atlantic Ocean in Acadia National Park. I love the big rocks and blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqnAi8l6AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HoGbOqqgKIs/s1600-h/IMGP4544-V+Beautiful+Acadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258699142731261954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqnAi8l6AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HoGbOqqgKIs/s320/IMGP4544-V+Beautiful+Acadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday has been a magnificent day spent in Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor, Maine. The combination of the water's blue and the red, yellow and green trees was outstanding. There were beautiful cliffs, high mountains, pink granite rocks, sandy beaches, yellow birches, smooth stones, boats of all sizes and shapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqnnX25Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7IjpAYskeqk/s1600-h/IMGP4562-V+Water+and+Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258699809769472866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqnnX25Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7IjpAYskeqk/s320/IMGP4562-V+Water+and+Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at the top of Cadillac Mountain you can see the people at the very top and on the cliffs. It is so high that they look like a dot from down below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqoMBfZc0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SP8f4Ut_6iM/s1600-h/IMGP4649-Cadillac+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700439420498754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqoMBfZc0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SP8f4Ut_6iM/s320/IMGP4649-Cadillac+Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Bar Harbor we watched the men loading and unloading the lobster boats. Then went inside and had a lobster dinner. It was a high of about 50 degrees here with a brisk breeze. The sunshine warmed it up some, or it would have felt very cold. But the views were so spectacular, that I never noticed until the sun had set and we were on our way as I had been so immersed in the wonder of God's Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqo2yOI6VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OlYu8rP5Z6s/s1600-h/IMGP4891-Loading+lobster+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258701174055954770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqo2yOI6VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OlYu8rP5Z6s/s320/IMGP4891-Loading+lobster+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when one would have thought it could not get any better, as we were leaving Bar Harbor, on the side of the road, up on a cliff overlooking the water was a bagpiper playing. He was dressed in his kilt and the music was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful and moving it brought tears to our eyes. What a perfect ending to a perfect day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqqVOVG_UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vgPFzbDoOLE/s1600-h/IMGP4915-V+Music+from+the+cliffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258702796509084994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqqVOVG_UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vgPFzbDoOLE/s320/IMGP4915-V+Music+from+the+cliffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We asked some other people there, and they said he plays every Saturday during the summer season and today was his last time to play. How blessed were were to get to hear and see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-470355267799994235?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/470355267799994235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=470355267799994235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/470355267799994235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/470355267799994235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/acadian-afternoon.html' title='An Acadian Afternoon'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqpgo6PsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xg7ef_gj7GU/s72-c/IMGP4724-US+at+Acadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5438370965337586990</id><published>2008-10-18T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:42:55.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiscasset and Booth Bay, Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPn-3X8IG7I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z1MpJRf1Vmc/s1600-h/IMGP3800-Wiscasset+Maine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258514267204230066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPn-3X8IG7I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z1MpJRf1Vmc/s320/IMGP3800-Wiscasset+Maine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was a beautiful day driving up Route 1 going through all the quaint little towns and seeing the people, scenery and Bays and Harbors along the Route. Here we are coming into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wiscasset&lt;/span&gt;, Maine. There were lots of rolling hills along the coast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wiscasset&lt;/span&gt; was very neat with an original General Store which opened in 1949 as a Hardware Store. (1949 was a very good year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had lunch overlooking the water at Le Garage, which was a garage where they repaired cars, until the owner remodeled and made it a neat restaurant. Here is the front of the restaurant, and you can see the water through the window in the door, and the pretty tree leaves reflected in the windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqdPom37RI/AAAAAAAAADs/Kiqo5XqSny4/s1600-h/IMGP3849-Le+Garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258688406832540946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqdPom37RI/AAAAAAAAADs/Kiqo5XqSny4/s320/IMGP3849-Le+Garage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the neatest trees I have discovered on our trip is the Mountain Ash. It has these lovely red berries, and surely makes one think of the fall holidays. These are common up in this area, and I would love to have one in my yard. This is zone 5 like at home, but they have lots more rain and a different climate along the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqXxCJnMSI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fdo-dIPCVU0/s1600-h/IMGP4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258682383555047714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqXxCJnMSI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fdo-dIPCVU0/s320/IMGP4121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another sweet little village is Booth Bay, where we visited the Sea Pier, and relaxed enjoying the view. Some sea gulls came to visit, and we shared a little bread with them, and they became our instant best friends. Here is one flying toward me, like maybe he would just go home with us if we would allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqeBHo2jJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w6y5vbmba38/s1600-h/IMGP4046-Close+up+of+Gull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258689256975928466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPqeBHo2jJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w6y5vbmba38/s320/IMGP4046-Close+up+of+Gull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped for the evening at Ellsworth, just outside Bar Harbor, and are ready to head out the door to see Acadia National Park and the Bar Harbor area. The sun is shining and it is brisk, but just picture perfect. Until later--enjoy your journey today, where ever you are and whatever you are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5438370965337586990?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5438370965337586990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5438370965337586990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5438370965337586990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5438370965337586990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/wiscasset-and-booth-bay-maine.html' title='Wiscasset and Booth Bay, Maine'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPn-3X8IG7I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z1MpJRf1Vmc/s72-c/IMGP3800-Wiscasset+Maine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-38139965411778035</id><published>2008-10-16T21:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:58:52.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day on Route 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf65lBp8FI/AAAAAAAAACs/7q5LBZXzxXc/s1600-h/IMGP3402-Rainy+day+in+Maine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257946957076885586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf65lBp8FI/AAAAAAAAACs/7q5LBZXzxXc/s320/IMGP3402-Rainy+day+in+Maine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday brought rain to Maine, and it felt just like one imagines the New England coast to be. It was not a down pour, but a gentle rain and mist most of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain only added to the feel of being in New England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf7MXPGAJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XI3-tYz3ZAQ/s1600-h/IMGP3450-Us+at+Beckys+Diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257947279792668818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf7MXPGAJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XI3-tYz3ZAQ/s320/IMGP3450-Us+at+Beckys+Diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf7gZkk19I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ypLeELRMj0w/s1600-h/IMGP3443-V+Beckys+Diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257947624017024978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf7gZkk19I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ypLeELRMj0w/s320/IMGP3443-V+Beckys+Diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not dampen our spirits, we ventured on to Portland, and went down on the waterfront. Ate at Becky's Diner which is right on the water, a typical little city diner with all the locals, who enjoy coming there daily. While we were down by the waterfront we visited the Portland Lobster Pound and caught a picture of one man loading a boat with supplies for the ships going out to sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf71_kjyII/AAAAAAAAADE/ya6xNGKAQZM/s1600-h/IMGP3483-Working+in+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257947994994755714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf71_kjyII/AAAAAAAAADE/ya6xNGKAQZM/s320/IMGP3483-Working+in+rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our trip up the coast we stopped at a garden center and enjoyed all the fall displays and were tempted to fill our van with perennials at 50% off, but decided we might need the room for other treasures later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf8aTgEHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/DFffjLms6Ks/s1600-h/IMGP3593-pumpkins+and+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257948618819903234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf8aTgEHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/DFffjLms6Ks/s320/IMGP3593-pumpkins+and+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more picture of the lovely changing foliage, and this time it is adorning an old brick building, much like a lovely pendant, or lace collar. The leaves are still very colorful here on the coast, but with today's rain, they could begin to fall very soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf9CPzbIFI/AAAAAAAAADU/oW5R5p4R6LA/s1600-h/IMGP3421-Adorned+brick+bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257949305022128210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf9CPzbIFI/AAAAAAAAADU/oW5R5p4R6LA/s320/IMGP3421-Adorned+brick+bldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you for checking in and hope you are "enjoying the journey" with us in New England.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-38139965411778035?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/38139965411778035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=38139965411778035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/38139965411778035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/38139965411778035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-day-on-route-1.html' title='Rainy Day on Route 1'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPf65lBp8FI/AAAAAAAAACs/7q5LBZXzxXc/s72-c/IMGP3402-Rainy+day+in+Maine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5399060558977329064</id><published>2008-10-15T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:17:26.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic Ocean At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPawh8qnojI/AAAAAAAAACc/srWc-yYdL8E/s1600-h/IMGP2994-Me+at+NH+Capital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257583712268689970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPawh8qnojI/AAAAAAAAACc/srWc-yYdL8E/s320/IMGP2994-Me+at+NH+Capital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we spent in Concord, NH--the state capitol. We drove downtown to see the State building, and check out the stores. We parked in front of a Camera shop and went in but forgot to put the money in the meter--When we came out, we had a parking ticket. Welcome to New Hampshire, right? So we then had to find the Police Department and walked 3-4 blocks to pay our $5 ticket. We did get a few pictures of the Capitol building as we took our walk, and it was another beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then had lunch at the Concord Grille, and checked out the New Hampshire Artisans Gallery, before heading on east to Maine. On our journey along Route 4 we found a lovely little stream and picnic area where I got to gather a few "prized-treasure rocks" for my flower garden. The road we travelled to Maine had lots of antique shops and book stores on it. We did stop in a couple of them before reaching the ocean at Hampton Beach, NH. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPaxBlIz42I/AAAAAAAAACk/2UDwVA4lcsY/s1600-h/IMGP3241-Hampton+Beach+Memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584255708685154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPaxBlIz42I/AAAAAAAAACk/2UDwVA4lcsY/s320/IMGP3241-Hampton+Beach+Memorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a Memorial dedicated to New Hampshire's Veterans.  She is overlooking the Ocean and looked so lovely in the evening sun.  It was great be back at the ocean.  It is a brisk 43 degrees tonight, so those sweatshirts and sweaters will finally get to be worn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    We are in Biddeford, Maine, and looking forward to some days by the shore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5399060558977329064?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5399060558977329064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5399060558977329064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5399060558977329064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5399060558977329064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/atlantic-ocean-at-last.html' title='Atlantic Ocean At Last'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPawh8qnojI/AAAAAAAAACc/srWc-yYdL8E/s72-c/IMGP2994-Me+at+NH+Capital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1826215132727537236</id><published>2008-10-15T10:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:30:27.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctantly Leaving Vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYLY1QChNI/AAAAAAAAACU/P9AonsVlvbI/s1600-h/IMGP2678-+Leaving+VT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257402136240751826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYLY1QChNI/AAAAAAAAACU/P9AonsVlvbI/s320/IMGP2678-+Leaving+VT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reluctantly leaving Vermont--but dreaming of New Hampshire and Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYJF1uGLHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1flr1k43lCo/s1600-h/IMGP2512-V+us+at+Lake+Champlain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399610926050418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYJF1uGLHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1flr1k43lCo/s320/IMGP2512-V+us+at+Lake+Champlain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed Tuesday with another glorious day to explore Vermont and meet all the friendly people. We first drove back south to Shelburne and took some photos of churches, etc. that we had seen the evening before. While there stopped at a Coffee shop and Leon did some computing, while visited some little shops. The Flying Pig Bookstore was having a children's book signing, and the General Store was like a step back in time. So many venues to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way north to Burlington and saw Lake Champlain and University of Vermont, etc. The waterfront was so pretty. I will upload a couple photos taken there, so you can come along and see the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYJd2RMUAI/AAAAAAAAACE/CiDDfSw9shE/s1600-h/IMGP2540-Sailing+Lake+Champlain-V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257400023390113794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYJd2RMUAI/AAAAAAAAACE/CiDDfSw9shE/s320/IMGP2540-Sailing+Lake+Champlain-V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I thought I would share this "house changing colors" just like the leaves---in Burlington, Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYKOvUo81I/AAAAAAAAACM/i2h84biYp8Y/s1600-h/IMGP2634-House+changing+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257400863339115346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYKOvUo81I/AAAAAAAAACM/i2h84biYp8Y/s320/IMGP2634-House+changing+colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we began our journey into New Hampshire as evening arrived. It was hard to leave Vermont---a perfect state in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1826215132727537236?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1826215132727537236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1826215132727537236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1826215132727537236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1826215132727537236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/reluctantly-leaving-vermont.html' title='Reluctantly Leaving Vermont'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPYLY1QChNI/AAAAAAAAACU/P9AonsVlvbI/s72-c/IMGP2678-+Leaving+VT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-463544272307982994</id><published>2008-10-13T22:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:43:00.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Beautiful Vermont!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQiX-ENteI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tbpVBDWhlGk/s1600-h/IMGP1847-+Virginia+at+Hathaway+Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864460241221090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQiX-ENteI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tbpVBDWhlGk/s320/IMGP1847-+Virginia+at+Hathaway+Farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been discovering Vermont today. Every place you turn is just as you would imagine, beautifully painted in autumn colors, and so picturesque. We have talked with several of the residents, and all have been extraordinarily friendly. We began our day at Annie's Book Spot, and I found some nice postcards, one of which, was an old 1881 Barn, and before I knew it we had driven down a country road, and there was the barn from my postcard. We talked with the couple who own Hathaway Farm and got to take a few pictures. They have a corn maze and make maple syrup. I took some pictures of their sweet dog, "Jack" and became friends with their cat, who came over to have his picture taken in the pumpkins with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a couple yard sales, and met more interesting people to talk with. We stopped at quaint Camera Repair Shop, and found a couple who shear sheep and raise Border Collies. They had 3 in their shop, and they reminded us of "Susie", so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attentive&lt;/span&gt; and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Victorian homes, lots of maples dressed in primary colors, mountain ash with pretty red berries, and many pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hydrangeas&lt;/span&gt; still in bloom. We stopped by Lake Dunlap and caught the reflections of the trees and cottages in the looking glass water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQiDCKYOBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ai8oy6CqoJA/s1600-h/IMGP2033-Lake+Dunlap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864100563564562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQiDCKYOBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ai8oy6CqoJA/s320/IMGP2033-Lake+Dunlap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Cafe Provence, some wonderful quiche and salad, then rounded the corner to discover a waterfall behind the Watershed Tavern in Brandon, VT. Everywhere one looks there is wonderful surprise and photo opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQhSlw802I/AAAAAAAAABk/m53SR8bI9K0/s1600-h/IMGP1931-Watershed+Tavern+Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256863268306998114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQhSlw802I/AAAAAAAAABk/m53SR8bI9K0/s320/IMGP1931-Watershed+Tavern+Falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We retired for the evening in South Burlington, and had a nice grilled salmon salad at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LakeView&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant. Burlington, Vt sits on the bank of Lake Champlain, which is part of our planned journey tomorrow. Hope you can join us for more beautiful sites as we really enjoy New England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-463544272307982994?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/463544272307982994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=463544272307982994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/463544272307982994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/463544272307982994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-beautiful-vermont.html' title='Very Beautiful Vermont!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPQiX-ENteI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tbpVBDWhlGk/s72-c/IMGP1847-+Virginia+at+Hathaway+Farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-908103156070826245</id><published>2008-10-12T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:39:13.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canajoharie, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLNyi_As6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Lx2NBKAt_QM/s1600-h/IMGP1279-Fall+fields+in+NY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256489983363036066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLNyi_As6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Lx2NBKAt_QM/s320/IMGP1279-Fall+fields+in+NY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we left Syracuse, NY and journeyed through the countryside in New York. The trees were so very pretty. Words cannot express what the eyes behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our trip led us to a small town called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Canajoharie&lt;/span&gt;", which we learned from an Antique Store owner, Joanie, means "the pot that cleans itself"---and there is a wonderful off-the-beaten-path falls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rockbed&lt;/span&gt;, where the Indians would go to do their washing. It is a special, serene spot which we enjoyed exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLOKHgsjAI/AAAAAAAAABU/SHb9k3nzfd4/s1600-h/IMGP1603-Enjoying+Canajoharie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256490388304989186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLOKHgsjAI/AAAAAAAAABU/SHb9k3nzfd4/s320/IMGP1603-Enjoying+Canajoharie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I will also include one more photo of Niagara Falls taken from the Rainbow Bridge as we walked back from Canada. In the photo the 4 boats--Maid of the Mist can be seen. 2 from the USA and 2 from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;   The Falls on the left are the American Falls, and at the top is the Canadian Horseshoe Falls.&lt;br /&gt; One wonders how so much water can just keep coming over there at that speed and force, but it&lt;br /&gt;certainly paints a lovely picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256490986391094994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLOs7jiRtI/AAAAAAAAABc/IzBQK3rTj80/s320/IMGP1159-V+Niagara+Falls+4+boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLOs7jiRtI/AAAAAAAAABc/IzBQK3rTj80/s1600-h/IMGP1159-V+Niagara+Falls+4+boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We arrived in Vermont this evening about 7 PM and can hardly wait to see what treasures are outside awaiting us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-908103156070826245?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/908103156070826245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=908103156070826245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/908103156070826245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/908103156070826245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/canajoharie-new-york.html' title='Canajoharie, New York'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPLNyi_As6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Lx2NBKAt_QM/s72-c/IMGP1279-Fall+fields+in+NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-7485272790987586086</id><published>2008-10-12T07:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:36:08.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara Falls--Slowly we turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPH7wJg-6GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aqNNBM_elHg/s1600-h/IMGP0843+V+Ontario+viewed+from+USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256259044724631650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPH7wJg-6GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aqNNBM_elHg/s320/IMGP0843+V+Ontario+viewed+from+USA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---A view of Ontario from Niagara Falls, NY, USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a picture-perfect day in Niagara Falls, and we enjoyed every minute of it. Got lots of good exercise, as we walked miles, but oh, the sights we saw. The mist rising from the Falls was visible several miles before we arrived at the magnificent edge overlooking the splendor. The roar, the mist, the sunshine and the people made formed a sensory delight. One could hear the force of the water cascading. The mist engulfed those who came close, making each feel they are one with this moving water. The sunshine brought us the promised "rainbow" God placed in the sky over the water. There were people from all countries, coming together to behold the Lord's beauty. Love was in the air, honeymooners and sweethearts bringing smiles to each other and all who pass by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminded&lt;/span&gt; of the old 3 Stooges episode, that I saw as a kid, where they had the line "Niagara Falls! Slowly we turn, step by step, inch by inch..." and the line was repeated throughout that one particular show. Now I know why they turned slowly. It was difficult to say good-bye to such a beautiful place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of the rainbow as seen from the water, when we were on the Maid of the Mist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked across this bridge into Canada, and there are many stories to tell about our journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          People from Finland, Germany, India, China, as well as Canada and the glorious USA, touching each other's lives with words, smiles and a common appreciation for this world's beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPH8kBJfjPI/AAAAAAAAABE/b0eJ50NtGPI/s1600-h/IMGP0999-V+Falls+from+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256259935831821554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPH8kBJfjPI/AAAAAAAAABE/b0eJ50NtGPI/s320/IMGP0999-V+Falls+from+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-7485272790987586086?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/7485272790987586086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=7485272790987586086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7485272790987586086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/7485272790987586086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/niagara-falls-slowly-we-turn.html' title='Niagara Falls--Slowly we turn...'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPH7wJg-6GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aqNNBM_elHg/s72-c/IMGP0843+V+Ontario+viewed+from+USA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-885405803961243837</id><published>2008-10-10T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:14:47.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAnpxaOfXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LlJ92saeJw/s1600-h/Gulls+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAhazdtOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DtON4Xt8Lrk/s1600-h/IMGP0329-Va+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737509516490834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAhazdtOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DtON4Xt8Lrk/s320/IMGP0329-Va+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful day! The weather is perfect and the journey has been so much fun. Stopped by Cleveland at a Starbucks, Whole Foods, and TJMaxx for a little break, then on to Pennsylvania, where we happened upon these fields of flowers. Mums, mums, mums and all blooming just for us. Couldn't resist some photos, with Lake Erie in the background on the horizon. Then into New York where we exited the toll way onto Rt.5 up the shore of Lake Erie. It was delightful. Stopped at a marina and met a family feeding the ducks and birds, then on to Dunkirk, NY for the evening. We are about an hour south of Niagara Falls, so that will be for tomorrow. I will try to attach a photo or two so you can have a visual share in the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAnpxaOfXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LlJ92saeJw/s1600-h/Gulls+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744363732827506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAnpxaOfXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LlJ92saeJw/s320/Gulls+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gulls and mallards on Lake Erie in the evening sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-885405803961243837?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/885405803961243837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=885405803961243837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/885405803961243837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/885405803961243837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-everywhere.html' title='Beauty Everywhere'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SPAhazdtOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DtON4Xt8Lrk/s72-c/IMGP0329-Va+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-5726539177624591682</id><published>2008-10-09T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:19:34.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Vacation Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SO7JLhCLlkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WJ0gDVD_C-k/s1600-h/Entering+Ohio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our "Journey" to New England, by way of Niagara Falls. Today was a beautiful fall day and we saw lots of fields of corn and soybeans almost ready for harvest. We have discovered that the police enforce the speed limit over here in Ohio, and thus the trucks drive aren't flying by at 75 mph, but are driving the speed limit. It's really different from Southern Illinois. We have stopped for the night in Mansfield, Ohio, on our way up through Pennsylvania to New York. The trees are showing lots more color as we go farther north. I liked the Ohio Welcome sign and thought I would share a photo. It was getting evening when we got here, but you can see the lovely foliage and the approaching dusk of an autumn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SO7JLhCLlkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WJ0gDVD_C-k/s1600-h/Entering+Ohio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255359014871209538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SO7JLhCLlkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WJ0gDVD_C-k/s320/Entering+Ohio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-5726539177624591682?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/5726539177624591682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=5726539177624591682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5726539177624591682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/5726539177624591682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-vacation-begin.html' title='Let Vacation Begin!'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SO7JLhCLlkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WJ0gDVD_C-k/s72-c/Entering+Ohio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-3535295648503292198</id><published>2008-10-05T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:48:40.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOl8FTp5noI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O4bhX-9dmlg/s1600-h/Frog+on+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253866870921600642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOl8FTp5noI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O4bhX-9dmlg/s320/Frog+on+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon we set off to do a little picture-taking. Our photography club is in the middle of a "Mystery Tour"--which entails taking 10 photos on the topic of one's choice, and putting them in a portfolio to be judged. The contest is due the first Tuesday in November. The photos all have to be taken along Route 37, or in any towns along that Route between Effingham and Cairo. So far it has been a more difficult assignment than I had anticipated. I did shoot a few more photos today, and we ended up in Carbondale! Surprise, Surprise. Thus the title, "feels like home", as Carbondale still feels so comfortable, and I am now in Common Grounds Coffee House and going to try posting a photo at higher speed internet. So here goes. Today's Journey was delightful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Here is a picture of a little tree frog that was hiding among the rocks on our table on the deck.  Isn't he adorable?  He calls the umbrella "home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time---God bless you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-3535295648503292198?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/3535295648503292198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=3535295648503292198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3535295648503292198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/3535295648503292198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels Like Home'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOl8FTp5noI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O4bhX-9dmlg/s72-c/Frog+on+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-127865925084920129</id><published>2008-10-04T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:15:39.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn days'/><title type='text'>Invigorating Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOgiN8CHurI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMpwJp6U8Qc/s1600-h/Bittersweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253486588176349874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOgiN8CHurI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMpwJp6U8Qc/s320/Bittersweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took advantage of a perfect Autumn day, and worked in the yard getting a few things in order before Winter sneaks up on me. We always have many sticks to pick up, and today we cut up some more trees and large limbs which had fallen. Lots of good firewood in case we need it this winter. I walked back by our pond and checked on the young persimmon trees which we transplanted from my Mom and Dad's home. There are 4 of them, and they are growing, and have already begun to lose their leaves this fall. One of our "to-do-list" items is to move a couple of them to another location. The sumac is so lovely, as it is one of the first plants to change colors. I love to walk through the woods and see all the beautiful surprises nature has prepared for my senses. The sights, smells and sounds of the woodland always amaze me with how intricate our world is. God surely is a magnificent Creator. It is up to us to recognize and take time to appreciate what is all around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bittersweet has finally started having berries on it, so I will attempt to attach a photo. I think the plant is about 6 years old, and just taking off.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-127865925084920129?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/127865925084920129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=127865925084920129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/127865925084920129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/127865925084920129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/invigorating-yard-work.html' title='Invigorating Yard Work'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4AUDLn6MSc/SOgiN8CHurI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMpwJp6U8Qc/s72-c/Bittersweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-1523159395409412924</id><published>2008-10-01T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:25:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Already?</title><content type='html'>Before we know it, here we are in a new month---October! The brisk air calls for sweatshirts and sweaters, gathering hickory nuts before the squirrels, and watching the acorns raining down from our oak-filled woodland. We just spent an afternoon watching a squirrel make many, many trips gathering leaves from the high boughs of the trees, and scurring back to his home in a hollow tree, where his mate awaited him, sticking her nose out the opening. They know winter is on its way, and they are making provisions. I am amazed as I watch them jump from one tree limb to another, 50 plus feet above the forest floor. It is as though they have their own "high"way up there in the air, and know exactly where they are going and how to get home.&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on the mechanics of this blogging, and hope to be able to make this a more appealing site to the eye, when I figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way to our big "city" to run a few errands, and will share the next journey with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Till Later, Hope you are enjoying each autumn day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-1523159395409412924?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/1523159395409412924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=1523159395409412924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1523159395409412924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/1523159395409412924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-already.html' title='October Already?'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709628977386397108.post-4461006303078135039</id><published>2008-09-26T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:03:11.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting from where I am'/><title type='text'>Just Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I have decided to begin a blog to share my thoughts, daily happenings, and the journey along life's interesting roads and pathways. If you care to join me, just drop in and you too can walk by my side and "enjoy the journey."  Till later, when I have learned more about what I am doing....God bless each of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709628977386397108-4461006303078135039?l=vastith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/feeds/4461006303078135039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709628977386397108&amp;postID=4461006303078135039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4461006303078135039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709628977386397108/posts/default/4461006303078135039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastith.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-getting-started.html' title='Just Getting Started'/><author><name>Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320338343705169816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
