tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255889896608318742024-03-21T21:42:51.330-07:00The Flying OrchidThe place to share my home in southern Mississippi, my love of gardening, exotic birds and photography! As well as fine art, elegant poetry and anything else that appeals to my artist's eye.Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-20571989467367035592012-03-11T11:20:00.001-07:002012-03-11T16:11:17.231-07:00The Kestrel Who Came To Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Jigs found her. She was hopping around the pasture down by the barn. Quickly, I called Jigs away from her. Making a bee line for the tack room, she could move well, but could not fly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It turned into a wonderful learning experience and leading to </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">perhaps a license to rehab other injured birds such as Missy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I have a new admiration for the raptors that live out in my pasture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Missy is now back in the wild, with her injured wing completely healed. When I turned her lose, she turned as if to say "thanks"! And flew to the nearest tree line. I think I still see her coming to visit now and again!</span></div>
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In the first days a powerful being named Humpback owned all the buffalo. He kept them in a corral in the mountains north of San Juan, where he lived with his young son.</div>
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Not one buffalo would Humpback release for the people on Earth, nor would he share any meat with those who lived near him.</div>
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Coyote decided that something should be done to release the buffalo from Humpback's corral. He called the people to a council. "Humpback will not give us any buffalo," Coyote said. "Let us all go over to his corral and make a plan to release them."</div>
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They camped in the mountains near Humpback's place, and after dark they made a careful inspection of his buffalo enclosure. The stone walls were too high to climb, and the only entrance was through the back door of Humpback's house.</div>
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After four days Coyote summoned the people to another council, and asked them to offer suggestions for releasing the buffalo. "There is no way," said one man. "To release the buffalo we must go into Humpback's house, and he is too powerful a being for us to do that."</div>
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"I have a plan," Coyote said. "For four days we have secretly watched Humpback and his young son go about their daily activities. Have you not observed that the boy does not own a pet of any kind?"</div>
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The people did not understand what this had to do with releasing the buffalo, but they knew that Coyote was a great schemer and they waited for him to explain. "I shall change myself into a killdeer," Coyote said. "In the morning when Humpback's son goes down to the spring to get water, he will find a killdeer with a broken wing. He will want this bird for a pet and will take it back into the house. Once I am in the house I can fly into the corral, and the cries of a killdeer will frighten the buffalo into a stampede. They will come charging out through Humpback's house and be released upon the Earth."</div>
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The people thought this was a good plan, and the next Morning when Humpback's son came down the path to the spring he found a killdeer with a crippled wing. As Coyote had foreseen, the boy picked up the bird and carried it into the house.</div>
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"Look here," the boy cried. "This is a very good bird!"</div>
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"It is good for nothing!" Humpback shouted. "All the birds and animals and people are rascals and schemers." Above his fierce nose Humpback wore a blue mask, and through its slits his eyes glittered. His basket headdress was shaped like a cloud and was painted black with a zig-zag streak of yellow to represent lightning. Buffalo horns protruded from the sides.</div>
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"It is a very good bird," the boy repeated.</div>
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"Take it back where you found it!" roared Humpback, and his frightened son did as he was told.</div>
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As soon as the killdeer was released it returned to where the people were camped and changed back to Coyote. "I have failed," he said, "but that makes no difference. I will try again in the morning. Perhaps a small animal will be better than a bird."</div>
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The next morning when Humpback's son went to the spring, he found a small dog there, lapping at the water. The boy picked up the dog at once and hurried back into the house. "Look here!" he cried. "What a nice pet I have."</div>
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"How foolish you are, boy!" Humpback growled. "A dog is good for nothing. I'll kill it with my club."</div>
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The boy held tight to the dog, and started to run away crying.</div>
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"Oh, very well," Humpback said. "But first let me test that animal to make certain it is a dog. All animals in the world are schemers." He took a coal of fire from the hearth and brought it closer and closer to the dog's eyes until it gave three rapid barks. "It is a real dog," Humpback declared. "You may keep it in the buffalo corral, but not in the house."</div>
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This of course was exactly what Coyote wanted. As soon as darkness fell and Humpback and his son went to sleep, Coyote opened the back door of the house. Then he ran among the buffalo, barking as loud as he could. The buffalo were badly frightened because they had never before heard a dog bark. When Coyote ran nipping at their heels, they stampeded toward Humpback's house and entered the rear door. The pounding of their hooves awakened Humpback, and although he jumped out of bed and tried to stop them, the buffalo smashed down his front door and escaped.</div>
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After the last of the shaggy animals had galloped away, Humpback's son could not find his small dog. "Where is my pet?" he cried. "Where is my little dog?"</div>
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"That was no dog," Humpback said sadly. "That was Coyote the Trickster. He has turned loose all our buffalo."</div>
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Thus it was that the buffalo that were released to scatter over all the Earth.</div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-67929580200122408312012-01-17T19:56:00.000-08:002012-01-17T19:59:15.993-08:00The Camellias Are Beginning to Put On Their Show!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #e06666;">The peppermints are first... and with this fantastic weather we have been having...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">the bees were in full force today! The lovely rain we received this evening</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">should help them really put on a show.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree</span></span></div>
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That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #e06666;">The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away</span></span></div>
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But in sixty years of living your beauty with you stay.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #e06666;">I feel privileged and grateful for to have you as a friend</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">And I will love you and respect you until my life will end</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">You are warm and kind hearted and well loved and well known</span></span></div>
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And it's due to you and to you only that into a better person I have grown.</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">And you don't have a gray hair on your head and you never will grow old</span></span></div>
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And on your sixtieth birthday you still look beautiful to me</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">Like the young and pretty </span><a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-beautiful-pink-camellia/#" id="KonaLink0" style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; bottom: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; right: 0px; top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit !important; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;">pink </span><span class="kLink" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;">flower</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"> on the green camellia tree.</span> </span></div>
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Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-51895214408490041162011-12-26T12:00:00.001-08:002011-12-26T12:13:28.063-08:00Season's Greetings!<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Merry Christmas!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>from </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>The Flying Orchid</i></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90skIHejn6aqwm9wdtSTrvTSXVRkSd2LDovju5yqc7E367L5l2DLpkJITJL-Zjm7hy5xKPI-eTwulqgol8rR32gwfwUEw-zGzRsFRxwzT8q9EFhQbWbveuj-c98xCE6Jp45dFzOcGgQw/s1600/Christmas2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90skIHejn6aqwm9wdtSTrvTSXVRkSd2LDovju5yqc7E367L5l2DLpkJITJL-Zjm7hy5xKPI-eTwulqgol8rR32gwfwUEw-zGzRsFRxwzT8q9EFhQbWbveuj-c98xCE6Jp45dFzOcGgQw/s400/Christmas2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690532153406926354" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUhX40UNPvqsuzZ0HbnUL5Kc3sA-vfx1RWJOTzOjHV1drHa1q0HBJGa5hgmuB9dLQ2cpKuPRfbr-r_HaCCZuoskaFb5z4Jcsk35sSQsCen8FMNBd2PuM8YLUSSTwg0h85EGlF0oOatRU/s1600/Christmas2011g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUhX40UNPvqsuzZ0HbnUL5Kc3sA-vfx1RWJOTzOjHV1drHa1q0HBJGa5hgmuB9dLQ2cpKuPRfbr-r_HaCCZuoskaFb5z4Jcsk35sSQsCen8FMNBd2PuM8YLUSSTwg0h85EGlF0oOatRU/s400/Christmas2011g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690532144358761058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBo93ELJ_wchylrlUSchAtNFrBSVpF39xvMOudihhlaPMWXlvEwcExDgwnolapi8JhaBENNkiwyS456NT3WLPP07m1fyX3lm6CKXZSdwvekyK36sZ5W5jSQA_qPU5cfLRURZAG3RtfH4/s1600/Christmas2011f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBo93ELJ_wchylrlUSchAtNFrBSVpF39xvMOudihhlaPMWXlvEwcExDgwnolapi8JhaBENNkiwyS456NT3WLPP07m1fyX3lm6CKXZSdwvekyK36sZ5W5jSQA_qPU5cfLRURZAG3RtfH4/s400/Christmas2011f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690532132437821938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2u8vY0T5beCtPhCrxCIyIWJYh1AgZc_P0X50514CXxdl2kCDorppJ2brLmTEXh2asqfAT3gDMU0szvmaA8I_qjvn_8rX6904aD6NbLm9L38CZnxkLCaMBeiwwI2qfCEJV1GDcK0AcHbw/s1600/ChristmasTree2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2u8vY0T5beCtPhCrxCIyIWJYh1AgZc_P0X50514CXxdl2kCDorppJ2brLmTEXh2asqfAT3gDMU0szvmaA8I_qjvn_8rX6904aD6NbLm9L38CZnxkLCaMBeiwwI2qfCEJV1GDcK0AcHbw/s400/ChristmasTree2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690532128496800450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ukGi-bnIYzk927p5iSo03lVMKTXNzO0YRh5DDI1hA9VMsyunrBpTvN8x-JuqDIuWklstIHJ7qf9JgRan1mwlay9txnjZIhe4sIK8-xvCYISPX9-Rc9nj1HAcF2V6hKGIdW_62ZfyXUs/s1600/Christmas2011b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ukGi-bnIYzk927p5iSo03lVMKTXNzO0YRh5DDI1hA9VMsyunrBpTvN8x-JuqDIuWklstIHJ7qf9JgRan1mwlay9txnjZIhe4sIK8-xvCYISPX9-Rc9nj1HAcF2V6hKGIdW_62ZfyXUs/s400/Christmas2011b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690530121948449922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVRy2XwibMfZo91nXcobi4vtU8ncmC5K8gCFNKX5jpRb-7hJfcWXF4WxYfKizvlKlXoFg1Tz9kkPlOaqJ3tq3jVdQAGFuCN7cMguvHTefJGA5TrWGf66yiWdqHNc_rPAz6DLqtdiONjI/s1600/Christmas2011j.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVRy2XwibMfZo91nXcobi4vtU8ncmC5K8gCFNKX5jpRb-7hJfcWXF4WxYfKizvlKlXoFg1Tz9kkPlOaqJ3tq3jVdQAGFuCN7cMguvHTefJGA5TrWGf66yiWdqHNc_rPAz6DLqtdiONjI/s400/Christmas2011j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690530120910031810" /></a>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-83316278327081382742011-10-03T04:55:00.000-07:002011-10-03T05:22:08.825-07:00Within My Garden, rides a Bird<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >by Emily Dickinson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Within my Garden, rides a Bird</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Upon a single Wheel --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Whose spokes a dizzy Music make</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >As 'twere a travelling Mill --</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWPdmuVrByJBJxUSalv67Ia6P81uLbcRllYCoCztUVPohjcxrhHUNUQTEgTt-Mmft4sNWEqGMJDN21gzF1CxoQCVWlos6ZCKfJPyP1INk5-zuHOEhEkpkA0GmB02K_HdpZAEbbHUlfiw/s1600/Hummingbird2011c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWPdmuVrByJBJxUSalv67Ia6P81uLbcRllYCoCztUVPohjcxrhHUNUQTEgTt-Mmft4sNWEqGMJDN21gzF1CxoQCVWlos6ZCKfJPyP1INk5-zuHOEhEkpkA0GmB02K_HdpZAEbbHUlfiw/s400/Hummingbird2011c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659236490851628626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >He never stops, but slackens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Above the Ripest Rose --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Partakes without alighting</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And praises as he goes,</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf62_QFHRNmAlaLSIpY4gV7r5yj_qaJOmwW4GwLxB0N-vHybLVABLSJxeFDr2S4fxRiS2yJ7n4e1k-IP-LaeAAkB_qlolBpqKmTVELoq_qu7NAiSOd_M91p6LDHZjecpbrafXcIoWdSvQ/s1600/Hummingbird2011a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf62_QFHRNmAlaLSIpY4gV7r5yj_qaJOmwW4GwLxB0N-vHybLVABLSJxeFDr2S4fxRiS2yJ7n4e1k-IP-LaeAAkB_qlolBpqKmTVELoq_qu7NAiSOd_M91p6LDHZjecpbrafXcIoWdSvQ/s400/Hummingbird2011a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659235806501991058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Till every spice is tasted --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And then his Fairy Gig</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Reels in remoter atmospheres --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I rejoin my Dog.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifH1awAA-ILV-eK2tAqT9cvp1LRNNpYlzw0-uzCtra_pa5nwICyLpshi-JI6qWxlZcD293btJDfgUVGQbOxzAS9Odo9B2xqUUpRDCDn2hBDYQKVgpRMqyToLHmdrg05-sYJ9Mqa3T4EUo/s1600/Hummingbird2011b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifH1awAA-ILV-eK2tAqT9cvp1LRNNpYlzw0-uzCtra_pa5nwICyLpshi-JI6qWxlZcD293btJDfgUVGQbOxzAS9Odo9B2xqUUpRDCDn2hBDYQKVgpRMqyToLHmdrg05-sYJ9Mqa3T4EUo/s400/Hummingbird2011b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659234960455595906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And He and I, perplex us,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >If positive, 'twere we --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Or bore the Garden in the Brain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This Curiosity --</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbh_aPLdBRJkhf2TnrbZj1QKAjdz7Rns8sDql-27cmbm6uRJq4C3youlBpFBRiqGPy382waAC0PI3_tkyYr40OnEPY6hrUCRz-4BxriPc5-XePukBXblIhNPcbIakfCZufHL_wN9dHMzY/s1600/Hummingbird2011d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbh_aPLdBRJkhf2TnrbZj1QKAjdz7Rns8sDql-27cmbm6uRJq4C3youlBpFBRiqGPy382waAC0PI3_tkyYr40OnEPY6hrUCRz-4BxriPc5-XePukBXblIhNPcbIakfCZufHL_wN9dHMzY/s400/Hummingbird2011d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659234437002009698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But He, the best Logician,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Refers my clumsy eye --</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >to just vibrating Blossoms!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >An Exquisite Reply!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijALXYUvILHES6S6bztsYCEFLH2UoKS013dzVOacvAL04IodgTfekvoaUXlefUsQf7F56V0B6jNy-o12Cc7WA6G-rCdrIcmRtBlo8-hhnBFqmR3MK7f_yNtCb26lIgym7Q2ocLNVi3xG4/s1600/Hummingbird2011e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijALXYUvILHES6S6bztsYCEFLH2UoKS013dzVOacvAL04IodgTfekvoaUXlefUsQf7F56V0B6jNy-o12Cc7WA6G-rCdrIcmRtBlo8-hhnBFqmR3MK7f_yNtCb26lIgym7Q2ocLNVi3xG4/s400/Hummingbird2011e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659233755176091618" /></a>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-20516834666071055202011-01-28T06:57:00.000-08:002011-01-28T07:01:55.043-08:00Waiting On Spring<div style="text-align: center;">Moon Shadow wants to know when the green stuff gets here?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me too!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzC_6atsCMeA5i-QDJF8XwvFIp75x7tykGvx1-1VTkseeEYljRUTum2ZdXxK4YQAA_0JENopgmRBE725SWHabokHUeA4JvPVyC0Nk8JR79DpuLLEvzP5C5AzhNNsSVU7fEmUyueL5Oro/s1600/MoonShadow11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzC_6atsCMeA5i-QDJF8XwvFIp75x7tykGvx1-1VTkseeEYljRUTum2ZdXxK4YQAA_0JENopgmRBE725SWHabokHUeA4JvPVyC0Nk8JR79DpuLLEvzP5C5AzhNNsSVU7fEmUyueL5Oro/s400/MoonShadow11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567251947684252994" /></a>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-14299787987125913212011-01-26T06:21:00.000-08:002011-01-26T06:26:51.708-08:00New Arrivals<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Not growing in the garden... but out in the pasture! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >The newest addition to our horse family...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Moon Shadow.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJs7rJQVNJp_uEAQGBtvCWU93hvECniDIpURD8EFed0m1722QzO-ZSV2k8WHkmfofBSnIC7dpoypfjwSoXDoxMi2l38iAx7sTgSEL7HGNMkYE-Hhm-f1ZYgkpZPyUWTvWm2OlEnXGEkc/s1600/MoonShadow2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJs7rJQVNJp_uEAQGBtvCWU93hvECniDIpURD8EFed0m1722QzO-ZSV2k8WHkmfofBSnIC7dpoypfjwSoXDoxMi2l38iAx7sTgSEL7HGNMkYE-Hhm-f1ZYgkpZPyUWTvWm2OlEnXGEkc/s400/MoonShadow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500310506149506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>A beautiful Straight Egyptian, Al Khamsa Arabian filly.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Pictured here at 12 hours old. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Mom is very proud... and so am I!</b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd22lO43KtIbX0IImrJ1hu16j_9s0xzt4LHC1Nr6X3s0nHPXgprg88mepk4hdC8l6f_P3F063sFOm3iDFpLX3qezlYBqJyTxCsMTLXag4fHyWqU1Zo1Pis9-L06TSMKYQbrcKiSx3V2qI/s1600/MoonShadow4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd22lO43KtIbX0IImrJ1hu16j_9s0xzt4LHC1Nr6X3s0nHPXgprg88mepk4hdC8l6f_P3F063sFOm3iDFpLX3qezlYBqJyTxCsMTLXag4fHyWqU1Zo1Pis9-L06TSMKYQbrcKiSx3V2qI/s400/MoonShadow4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500000789654690" /></a>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-63334511263796232572010-11-09T06:10:00.000-08:002010-11-09T06:21:53.746-08:00Beautiful Fall...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The morns are meeker than they were,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The nuts are getting brown;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The berry's cheek is plumper,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The rose is out of town.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emily Dickinson</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUTJsFpPiSIdi9f1DlepRS88nH01mWxpH5pDgxE8CdUk4Q9_poMSp_dn3VvtcNYtOb7vq9zFZmfFVLyVChszibDo9WmwrLI41kstzGWyUSAoHH-vCXolylBHJNS5WFeUARgfwLtfwWuA/s1600/DavidFire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUTJsFpPiSIdi9f1DlepRS88nH01mWxpH5pDgxE8CdUk4Q9_poMSp_dn3VvtcNYtOb7vq9zFZmfFVLyVChszibDo9WmwrLI41kstzGWyUSAoHH-vCXolylBHJNS5WFeUARgfwLtfwWuA/s400/DavidFire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537552679243132978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love the fall! Bright, clear skies. Crisp air. And the scent of smoke about</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">as yards are raked... the crunchy remains of the summer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "> removed and the plants enjoy a much deserved</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">rest.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviCblVKxxVvAnkVOkyBbk4DL3m5Jp7rMyETo-3Om8IH-WTl5RSd_seRXk89GI77V_xnb9y0ST8jdDvzuQQqvo4pvJ1CRzNMhgdhlP8xeREfhl5e_26w4jsg8RB3ECEVm6kkKrxyArY7A/s1600/Fire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviCblVKxxVvAnkVOkyBbk4DL3m5Jp7rMyETo-3Om8IH-WTl5RSd_seRXk89GI77V_xnb9y0ST8jdDvzuQQqvo4pvJ1CRzNMhgdhlP8xeREfhl5e_26w4jsg8RB3ECEVm6kkKrxyArY7A/s400/Fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537552377842286882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wonderful evenings spent with the family out by the fire.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Discussing the week to come.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And what to plan for next weekend!</span></span></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-21360899449198110192010-10-31T07:31:00.000-07:002010-10-31T09:10:50.472-07:00Flowers Everywhere You Look!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCa6DJdWCdKHoKh2Tb2uZzGQuR3hjwSr2pt9nIuC4iQQeQC8PWKmFgsyKNgs5fzhtipK_y55jMtrl3E4xrMaDNizE62BWkZxk-cZqMx3Ed8iuC6QJtWoyzEp0C_jp08ZCG9iZYl02j14/s1600/Halloween2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCa6DJdWCdKHoKh2Tb2uZzGQuR3hjwSr2pt9nIuC4iQQeQC8PWKmFgsyKNgs5fzhtipK_y55jMtrl3E4xrMaDNizE62BWkZxk-cZqMx3Ed8iuC6QJtWoyzEp0C_jp08ZCG9iZYl02j14/s400/Halloween2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241690184185762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This time of year, there is so much more to see along with the gorgeous turning trees</div><div style="text-align: center;">and cool weather flowers. I enjoyed my usual walk around Wiggins for the annual</div><div style="text-align: center;">merchants Halloween Trick-or-Treating!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0apfvZnAlOD9ZkWxKK3rnPh4soaK3sD7ts92h22nkNS00a1WwxtvlhOEVOLN0aYgDvW1Z7BjWP20sY2YVjXCqSO2hR9aw51HOz4xfn6T8bqWemB4S0PBm7MeJm_V6o8w_F2EMXXRHf34/s1600/Halloween2010c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0apfvZnAlOD9ZkWxKK3rnPh4soaK3sD7ts92h22nkNS00a1WwxtvlhOEVOLN0aYgDvW1Z7BjWP20sY2YVjXCqSO2hR9aw51HOz4xfn6T8bqWemB4S0PBm7MeJm_V6o8w_F2EMXXRHf34/s400/Halloween2010c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241172267431922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeACyTZbS9kz7Rab8fs4fH8zPfySVAaovRaulfNzMO34-evB9vM3GJHOPdEtjIOkCqzYjnu_6tHbXRqyC3MdhM716cGql71YK4WGDuGz96PWFJ8LJgAhGn2A-KHXBUja1abJMb-Ocrv4/s1600/Halloween2010d.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2PL4H4SwxMyKsGbkfn-E-hxC2RbpRdFoQiKYPeW14mTxfsBItstnbpnYMH3HPjVydG31em1SwKakxi0Ymox_4nNbdjNPNBbZEp2rBfGa934vb__FNOaf7bE4Z4M5gc7tNWhmK-l3dJw/s400/Halloween2010w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534221693487106002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_WbsHXB6T5UjDj6F7NhgLT9JStA6oyD1l28fo7AtQc3SB13pUNNoA4qKqBcmjlsybJ3sWQUAZhr3sEOPJOjuX3HBf52qTTQxRstOw54OIKobr4q5V4QW2GQO8ShHYUeA9N7VaEFN5Jc/s1600/Halloween2010x.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_WbsHXB6T5UjDj6F7NhgLT9JStA6oyD1l28fo7AtQc3SB13pUNNoA4qKqBcmjlsybJ3sWQUAZhr3sEOPJOjuX3HBf52qTTQxRstOw54OIKobr4q5V4QW2GQO8ShHYUeA9N7VaEFN5Jc/s400/Halloween2010x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534218117536104482" /></a>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-71370410042277705702010-10-30T07:32:00.000-07:002010-10-30T08:00:34.753-07:00Favorite Time of Year<div><div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 205px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533848065528505538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCHBHBe_J60nC7yfzzYhfIKbIADaWwEughGNeyOqvWqgyJVI1fjCisWEc_CiN2ic2mCiKJGj1wO-Y2fu4EHM_cLLOh7Us6nvq0CLxw3GtVYGRYgVrwS4NuFyAQEzfb6uVOs3ArjKWqxE/s400/Skulls2.jpg" /><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Happy Halloween!!</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaynBy-0Cf5noswXnCMbJ03nW1pYY8Gzc6RUXRFzsasNIUeTuvQGNON1rjc8VR4DuovU4ztZ2ytVijPl1B-wIgEhA9cNY8kntWMpWIbIHjvG7WTSgLCPg3PgzvHSKESkk1VQp4EhUOQo/s1600/skulls1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 252px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533847804052210034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaynBy-0Cf5noswXnCMbJ03nW1pYY8Gzc6RUXRFzsasNIUeTuvQGNON1rjc8VR4DuovU4ztZ2ytVijPl1B-wIgEhA9cNY8kntWMpWIbIHjvG7WTSgLCPg3PgzvHSKESkk1VQp4EhUOQo/s400/skulls1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKNfnCPIoHx-0DvHWh27vrtIFtwZ2NBgXixcuzTTCa9DEWTLTdTJD4VqrpRF6H38Ye_2jmDkOjYW0YPvIB2AL95H7C0BcO64jQdYxXJ-D9iBPrmDuLZtnRpkDYn_4kwy2xKtqxK8a_1w/s1600/Me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 284px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533847134352418258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKNfnCPIoHx-0DvHWh27vrtIFtwZ2NBgXixcuzTTCa9DEWTLTdTJD4VqrpRF6H38Ye_2jmDkOjYW0YPvIB2AL95H7C0BcO64jQdYxXJ-D9iBPrmDuLZtnRpkDYn_4kwy2xKtqxK8a_1w/s400/Me.jpg" /></a><br />Relief </div><div align="center">by Jesse, leadmare.com</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">As the world whips by</div><div align="center">I hear the beat of my horse's pounding hooves</div><div align="center">The concerns and worries of life rushing away</div><div align="center">In a fury of wind and leaves.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-73557540478783418822010-03-06T17:51:00.000-08:002010-03-06T17:57:05.826-08:00Patience<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykeDsL2HTrUgy5LcsA63POOMAnt3Wri8IIEPebpqYA5hGJG2_yXEGHrYaP019_jHwcDXeGQbfst0qLfMI5eII4DB5Pz9mINd1HqeEZcFSt7iKOhMqF2fcJuwg01y7C_Id4KlscxAkCZM/s1600-h/TigerTwo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445704011109292338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykeDsL2HTrUgy5LcsA63POOMAnt3Wri8IIEPebpqYA5hGJG2_yXEGHrYaP019_jHwcDXeGQbfst0qLfMI5eII4DB5Pz9mINd1HqeEZcFSt7iKOhMqF2fcJuwg01y7C_Id4KlscxAkCZM/s400/TigerTwo.jpg" /></a> The garden is free of leaves, branches and winter scatter. I was at Wal-Mart yesterday and saw ladies purchasing tomato plants... pepper plants... and all kinds of annual flowers. I am thinking it would be best to wait... two more weeks perhaps.<br /><br />The horses are not shedding their winter coats yet. Which tells me, the cold weather is not over!!<br /><br />Patience!<br /><br />And I have so very little of it.Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-58414418378011097842010-02-27T16:52:00.000-08:002010-03-01T06:08:21.825-08:00Pansies at the Pond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpsq_a7rnqRrO4hooBJaodEFvJb1QgfiqEc94t72S_K1f_LvMQ9eup3eclFoRx_iG31xEwin88504D-Cc-NwOLLS-2CPKwmOUZDvPluUtz6KK7-i4yW3CwKDMUnN-1w-nXxHkJomO5v0/s1600-h/BlotanicalPansies2010forward.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443091462049176802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpsq_a7rnqRrO4hooBJaodEFvJb1QgfiqEc94t72S_K1f_LvMQ9eup3eclFoRx_iG31xEwin88504D-Cc-NwOLLS-2CPKwmOUZDvPluUtz6KK7-i4yW3CwKDMUnN-1w-nXxHkJomO5v0/s400/BlotanicalPansies2010forward.jpg" /></a> Playing with the layout... will probably have to edit a couple of times... also playing with a different camera (as mine quit... my new digitial SLR will be here Monday... Yippee!!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt9pvsuF5-wPDhSo_LADYSIv5Pmd0KChCqZFQi77MOzOsTUEXQxhsYqT87Y100qWmnrhjE411kLi7-SDQwOAQqV-eNtOddvPF1HGDmSeCV1aZR5Rsp1IQQ5A4vwNGyjiegC3fDvaScZE/s1600-h/BlotanicalPansies2010backward.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443091300205677346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt9pvsuF5-wPDhSo_LADYSIv5Pmd0KChCqZFQi77MOzOsTUEXQxhsYqT87Y100qWmnrhjE411kLi7-SDQwOAQqV-eNtOddvPF1HGDmSeCV1aZR5Rsp1IQQ5A4vwNGyjiegC3fDvaScZE/s400/BlotanicalPansies2010backward.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>An angle can make a complete difference. Aperture setting. </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybWWLPWjl9rb9t9IKfmSfH15tyM1DeDl8A1PGUmeBPZkwebVtV5v5z5dSy3MWXnxKhblWgoW9jPqU5UNX8gBo13vjtoRo1TM2a8f9nEqD5_LMHkeb6s8o3uc0aWB8aR1AWNmEAmFDZoY/s1600-h/blotanicalpansies2010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443091116028016050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybWWLPWjl9rb9t9IKfmSfH15tyM1DeDl8A1PGUmeBPZkwebVtV5v5z5dSy3MWXnxKhblWgoW9jPqU5UNX8gBo13vjtoRo1TM2a8f9nEqD5_LMHkeb6s8o3uc0aWB8aR1AWNmEAmFDZoY/s400/blotanicalpansies2010.jpg" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div>And then you get a completely different look.</div><div></div><div>Isn't Photography fun??!! </div><div></div><div>Enjoy your flowers.</div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-33534472760053632122010-02-26T10:20:00.000-08:002010-03-01T06:10:07.878-08:00Early Spring Visitors<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPEoMQWtRMg734LsBqtzpZWsyss6iCINZSc5c0YL48WynODYuUl2K5m4B1cJgSoX4WPORSoV1zMSAOcCOHYrEu08q-OqzjtZyFPP5GM_KcT5JR0KCcJp_zmQjS8M6leQZQomu0JT-PAw/s1600-h/BlotanicalCamellia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619749404381442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPEoMQWtRMg734LsBqtzpZWsyss6iCINZSc5c0YL48WynODYuUl2K5m4B1cJgSoX4WPORSoV1zMSAOcCOHYrEu08q-OqzjtZyFPP5GM_KcT5JR0KCcJp_zmQjS8M6leQZQomu0JT-PAw/s400/BlotanicalCamellia.jpg" /></a> Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me</div><div align="center">That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree</div><div align="center">So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain</div><div align="center">That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwx5LSs3MToH-DVbJ1VdTixPVevaFZqdJJ3mdu54uAcp3p1XYhJWi279i0UhA5ifAU1iYvElUW3qL0YIlJTXF4TI7Wiu3MrmETZgEkXnxo5AeEStdP3M01zyWOV6abVw3Rsrn5eQ5kpc/s1600-h/BlotanicalCamellia1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619741732688258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwx5LSs3MToH-DVbJ1VdTixPVevaFZqdJJ3mdu54uAcp3p1XYhJWi279i0UhA5ifAU1iYvElUW3qL0YIlJTXF4TI7Wiu3MrmETZgEkXnxo5AeEStdP3M01zyWOV6abVw3Rsrn5eQ5kpc/s400/BlotanicalCamellia1.jpg" /></a> The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today</div><div align="center">In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay</div><div align="center">For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away</div><div align="center">Francis Duggan<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLegAhbVXWVqOhwvsX747MEs_JTiQHIeug-wXSmcmj9imfrfMCAr3LowZXShvfRG_bGL9gxnjZrUgj-DV34e-ZMIQUI753ZWUJwZvDCJEpEByXMwf0OIDg3uY7rZ_h-CcF1D_9ArfopQ/s1600-h/BlotanicalCamellia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619735514318722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLegAhbVXWVqOhwvsX747MEs_JTiQHIeug-wXSmcmj9imfrfMCAr3LowZXShvfRG_bGL9gxnjZrUgj-DV34e-ZMIQUI753ZWUJwZvDCJEpEByXMwf0OIDg3uY7rZ_h-CcF1D_9ArfopQ/s400/BlotanicalCamellia.jpg" /></a> This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,</div><div align="center">Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,</div><div align="center">Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between</div><div align="center">Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration</div><div align="center">Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze</div><div align="center">Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration</div><div align="center">Faces of people streaming across my gaze.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And I, what fountain of fire am I among</div><div align="center">This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed</div><div align="center">About like a shadow buffeted in the throng</div><div align="center">Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.</div><div align="center">D.H. Lawrence (1916)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3YvxUujeLt58ojoHFrOG8INTaoSx4D9ScDzLHRNm-1ZQInnZLbeLustb4yNOfTyQ1z4uVkDupMBcYQhekqxEL-CFhn3pX7H2HbF10VhVAK-Iww8nATWWJIYN2Nz1ufOoHCVO2jlM_iA/s1600-h/BlotanicalDaffodils.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619731515939506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3YvxUujeLt58ojoHFrOG8INTaoSx4D9ScDzLHRNm-1ZQInnZLbeLustb4yNOfTyQ1z4uVkDupMBcYQhekqxEL-CFhn3pX7H2HbF10VhVAK-Iww8nATWWJIYN2Nz1ufOoHCVO2jlM_iA/s400/BlotanicalDaffodils.jpg" /></a> Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!</div><div align="center">Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!</div><div align="center">The climbing sun with new recovered powers</div><div align="center">Does warm thee into being, through the ring</div><div align="center">Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling</div><div align="center">Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers</div><div align="center">Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,</div><div align="center">Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing</div><div align="center">To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;</div><div align="center">To fill the lonely with a joy untold;</div><div align="center">Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,</div><div align="center">To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold</div><div align="center">To stand erect, full in the dazzling play</div><div align="center">Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.</div><div align="center">Amy Lowell</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oz2am3es1gsjxqfyL9g2GzcP7OHcNBw7QqA_j4cCnR5c9iVljCZ4M2zwj-Hq8iRkQqDxYgsjlkLzyrUcPeBku1Rl2cc-gEo4Ex6UTcpeZ68g20NW574g2-62WFxmB3q46i2ipzNeWEk/s1600-h/BlotanicalHensSunning.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619125290096690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oz2am3es1gsjxqfyL9g2GzcP7OHcNBw7QqA_j4cCnR5c9iVljCZ4M2zwj-Hq8iRkQqDxYgsjlkLzyrUcPeBku1Rl2cc-gEo4Ex6UTcpeZ68g20NW574g2-62WFxmB3q46i2ipzNeWEk/s400/BlotanicalHensSunning.jpg" /></a>The hens are out enjoying the sun in their favorite dusting hole! Soon there will be scads of fuzzy bundles following their mother around the yard. Baby chicks are indeed a "flower of spring"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZI3ot5YRzS4xpMNFXVyLe1u_maTPBgzc_ktoiX-CSQEJCewG8v-0JEX0Y6WnhbQlknoDMBE2bGKjpa-pkM-ff2SYPiiTNOzWv6Q98-qkcqO21dS5d4Fz529K-KzoEW45_q43TU7N-5Y/s1600-h/BlotanicalRooster.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442619120628395314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZI3ot5YRzS4xpMNFXVyLe1u_maTPBgzc_ktoiX-CSQEJCewG8v-0JEX0Y6WnhbQlknoDMBE2bGKjpa-pkM-ff2SYPiiTNOzWv6Q98-qkcqO21dS5d4Fz529K-KzoEW45_q43TU7N-5Y/s400/BlotanicalRooster.jpg" /></a> And Broosty Roosty is awaiting his chance to nail me when I turn my back and the opportunity arises! He is a sneaky little dickens.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-46223494643431013842010-02-24T07:18:00.000-08:002010-02-24T08:50:30.391-08:00The Birds Are Ready For Spring As Well!<div align="center">You have to believe in happiness,</div><div align="center">Or happiness never comes...</div><div align="center">Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -</div><div align="center">On his darkest day he believes in Spring! </div><div align="center">~ Douglas Malloch ~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7ipxMVlT-w1XLrRSKCEq_Ex6Ga_VPVaa1nWPWTDjP4W9cXicJwiasG8DHN2_Id04pLndKPo6S2TK133-f2GqQwDJfbCzz7StXakTCEMdyoL8xqUaTxzrRz1UJh2mBlpBD5TonXubKjA/s1600-h/BirdFeederFeb2010c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441844751236941298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7ipxMVlT-w1XLrRSKCEq_Ex6Ga_VPVaa1nWPWTDjP4W9cXicJwiasG8DHN2_Id04pLndKPo6S2TK133-f2GqQwDJfbCzz7StXakTCEMdyoL8xqUaTxzrRz1UJh2mBlpBD5TonXubKjA/s400/BirdFeederFeb2010c.jpg" /></a>A bird came down the walk;</div><div align="center">He did not know I saw;</div><div align="center">He bit an angle-worm in halves</div><div align="center">And ate the fellow, raw.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And then he drank a dew</div><div align="center">From a convenient grass,</div><div align="center">And then hopped sidewise to the wall</div><div align="center">To let a beetle pass.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrsPKqFQLMeNTZwQS-INdhwMxTOQsHTw9KkUAW6JJUBEi_cj_6HsfRdcs09l-B-rl6fpwsQmMgoBYvSYdw8kH8bekat7i3JhJ-3eXCnIyCequoSMu4L3z2c7vs3L1n9tF9ukcXAkW8lc/s1600-h/BirdFeederFeb2010b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441844747333865474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrsPKqFQLMeNTZwQS-INdhwMxTOQsHTw9KkUAW6JJUBEi_cj_6HsfRdcs09l-B-rl6fpwsQmMgoBYvSYdw8kH8bekat7i3JhJ-3eXCnIyCequoSMu4L3z2c7vs3L1n9tF9ukcXAkW8lc/s400/BirdFeederFeb2010b.jpg" /></a>He glanced with rapid eyes</div><div align="center">That hurried all abroad,--</div><div align="center">They looked like frightened beads, I thought;</div><div align="center">He stirred his velvet head</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Like one in danger; cautious,</div><div align="center">I offered him a crumb,</div><div align="center">And he unrolled his feathers</div><div align="center">And rowed him softer home<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKH8N8oMuREBX_RH8ZMB1UcZkZN6lb4Ou6yKTwqJNpWLpmOY1K6nzzfwIV8gAALaGrwi72ihSgYdW5ZyUHwU4ItCNaVw9vmPot8-pd36U_ci_LTLpZBs1SfDU27lEbJRrlxTMP2qRInc/s1600-h/BirdFeederFeb2010a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441844745346315666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKH8N8oMuREBX_RH8ZMB1UcZkZN6lb4Ou6yKTwqJNpWLpmOY1K6nzzfwIV8gAALaGrwi72ihSgYdW5ZyUHwU4ItCNaVw9vmPot8-pd36U_ci_LTLpZBs1SfDU27lEbJRrlxTMP2qRInc/s400/BirdFeederFeb2010a.jpg" /></a>Than oars divide the ocean,</div><div align="center">Too silver for a seam,</div><div align="center">Or butterflies, off banks of noon,</div><div align="center">Leap, splashless, as they swam. </div><div align="center">~ Emily Dickinson ~<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNm0KjpL-hJw8t0_9XQHqdVZhe5KLnsIHy-Esb08aZtKxs3Bh4W3Re8Wi7f5cchIeYN1CJw1CvHbB_Vk34IZHPWb0hGoSGByFPQp2QgdHu1jP6GrG8GdQiNl5YnUQQ-PsSZFuxB05cJNQ/s1600-h/BirdFeederFeb2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441844738733267426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNm0KjpL-hJw8t0_9XQHqdVZhe5KLnsIHy-Esb08aZtKxs3Bh4W3Re8Wi7f5cchIeYN1CJw1CvHbB_Vk34IZHPWb0hGoSGByFPQp2QgdHu1jP6GrG8GdQiNl5YnUQQ-PsSZFuxB05cJNQ/s400/BirdFeederFeb2010.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-48794023296784687962009-12-26T17:13:00.000-08:002010-02-24T07:18:31.934-08:00It is amazing that it has been almost a month since I have wrote. WOW. I, myself, am glad Christmas is over. I took down my "fake" tree tonight, still have the lights up (because they make the yard to pretty at this somewhat bare time of year) and am glad it is done. A New Year's resolution is to walk my 30 acre pasture (with camera in my hand of course) every day. I saw this today...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgRV5-NQowVGd0AvaL1UQi2_bpBzzOnSZZXwseKbaF__beExyxLLl3IiGHByZeacYcaIRsBZORBxRYRAN-pfrlbhropqCiy9ppSjDfgIz96jmASN1DbmL0owkGQxRED1tPh_7s232InY/s1600-h/BlotanicalDec.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419720004614469858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgRV5-NQowVGd0AvaL1UQi2_bpBzzOnSZZXwseKbaF__beExyxLLl3IiGHByZeacYcaIRsBZORBxRYRAN-pfrlbhropqCiy9ppSjDfgIz96jmASN1DbmL0owkGQxRED1tPh_7s232InY/s400/BlotanicalDec.jpg" /></a> I acquired a couple of new mares this week... and while on my way to pick them up, I saw this site... pretty common, but not by my camera. *grin* Mississippi Road is what I call it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGl7FyeP8lPqG3whVTwkag9Y2q4HmDYSfm5BVdZvEvHX5He1PZMO9vnP2N9KDbo9EpOX1SmTsE4Utf-4iglPRcDjbRyDdThUZhCfALmIXn13ucN1P8V0CZER9UI9Yos2quNf3qSRZZPs/s1600-h/MississippiRoad.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419719054483772194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGl7FyeP8lPqG3whVTwkag9Y2q4HmDYSfm5BVdZvEvHX5He1PZMO9vnP2N9KDbo9EpOX1SmTsE4Utf-4iglPRcDjbRyDdThUZhCfALmIXn13ucN1P8V0CZER9UI9Yos2quNf3qSRZZPs/s400/MississippiRoad.jpg" /></a> We had snow. My girls' first. I grew up in Oklahoma and love the Deep South because of the lack of it. Whoop de do. But made some nice photos. The Equines were not real happy either.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCdtXFnyXKbFu-B3ZYJZE_fyZXCoqXJc9K5cnaDLmqVwQFXEGAaX0PrtLm55deZzOkbLThz-H-Ufu46nQYWaGt2YA79vXYR_85ui7yCSa0mXhVK-QGHvSnxRRvMhpcdc0IDLtFldfbHQ/s1600-h/BlotanicalDec2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419718827451261378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCdtXFnyXKbFu-B3ZYJZE_fyZXCoqXJc9K5cnaDLmqVwQFXEGAaX0PrtLm55deZzOkbLThz-H-Ufu46nQYWaGt2YA79vXYR_85ui7yCSa0mXhVK-QGHvSnxRRvMhpcdc0IDLtFldfbHQ/s400/BlotanicalDec2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8OC3w8YYSi0Nrbs_-BEOGoIIZl_bE_GH-93NySHfOFWIsvF2vAMpAgH3dBR5jlYZ-dL4ybgRF1I-uFcZcWAb6_mougTPmpmdtkNfPRX6CGWPn0pQw91BIBj6N0wF5N-VRfzDLL-NLTA/s1600-h/BlotanicalDec4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419718703706391458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8OC3w8YYSi0Nrbs_-BEOGoIIZl_bE_GH-93NySHfOFWIsvF2vAMpAgH3dBR5jlYZ-dL4ybgRF1I-uFcZcWAb6_mougTPmpmdtkNfPRX6CGWPn0pQw91BIBj6N0wF5N-VRfzDLL-NLTA/s400/BlotanicalDec4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMyEa1SGjsgxqTuqD7LneBFlKUXVAKLvdrBU-SSgt3QZkF5skJ_vpcWUd1T6h0TTHOd5-KmRRwgQeNBw3tLCDMNntj3YZ5bbAcYMGLvUGkt9LXY3qmNb6gtyIUOvJEXZmQxZQWe7qgug/s1600-h/BlotanicalDec3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419718545454056354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMyEa1SGjsgxqTuqD7LneBFlKUXVAKLvdrBU-SSgt3QZkF5skJ_vpcWUd1T6h0TTHOd5-KmRRwgQeNBw3tLCDMNntj3YZ5bbAcYMGLvUGkt9LXY3qmNb6gtyIUOvJEXZmQxZQWe7qgug/s400/BlotanicalDec3.jpg" /></a> I hope all enjoyed a Merry Christmas. I look forward to the next year. My garden was just taking shape the end of this last season... It will be FABULOUS this next year. Happy New Year to All!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWp7XRw2bG7H0Ff6JgSTtFwpBKHn6RE3LXsg0Ogc8hiastWnDJvnnCZnCxUnms0vRYcIMR8TMXX_gFN5WwIKgVm9rjEjW6JuteKFyKjks8Z9Gpk5gPOys_eh9KaBl7dhW5JwPi_wx9ZLA/s1600-h/BlotanicalDec1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419718286405196290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWp7XRw2bG7H0Ff6JgSTtFwpBKHn6RE3LXsg0Ogc8hiastWnDJvnnCZnCxUnms0vRYcIMR8TMXX_gFN5WwIKgVm9rjEjW6JuteKFyKjks8Z9Gpk5gPOys_eh9KaBl7dhW5JwPi_wx9ZLA/s400/BlotanicalDec1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-21902272318934369632009-11-27T15:59:00.000-08:002009-11-27T16:30:13.629-08:00Rambling Around My Garden<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmo19rtvTqeCynE9gjFHsHVNrbUMVdvg9JL_Z3s_wSVztGxwd-SulBEuO823MnPWgzaEWaCKHJGFvyg73zbA9Uvccud3z__dbDlq9WFg6u9IXKi3ZCB9ApdGHGPSRadHG0dupe6L658k/s1600/Blog1127BrandisRose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408943113419391762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmo19rtvTqeCynE9gjFHsHVNrbUMVdvg9JL_Z3s_wSVztGxwd-SulBEuO823MnPWgzaEWaCKHJGFvyg73zbA9Uvccud3z__dbDlq9WFg6u9IXKi3ZCB9ApdGHGPSRadHG0dupe6L658k/s400/Blog1127BrandisRose.jpg" /></a> I picked up a bunch of rose bushes from Wal-Mart after the season </div><div align="center">was over. They "really" seem to like it here and are blooming </div><div align="center">prolifically. Especially this one, which I planted over the grave of my beloved </div><div align="center">MinPin, Brandi Twinkle Toes, who passed away in September.</div><div align="center">My husband teases me by saying they must really like</div><div align="center">"dead dog".</div><div align="center">He is so mean.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQsd2P-f2GkpHwN0yRxmX-HYJCHYAZmXlla40fOEAMpmUe7A6VUX2WuOX2a2P3FUKZbKZcAmSZCRPeGoniEzFS8h3jOmb1Nv8RIZ9MvyZeTsJmj-uFQA-wIbbQuVbxfmWkSVQqmvXv7M/s1600/Blog1127MapleLeaves.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938790228889250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQsd2P-f2GkpHwN0yRxmX-HYJCHYAZmXlla40fOEAMpmUe7A6VUX2WuOX2a2P3FUKZbKZcAmSZCRPeGoniEzFS8h3jOmb1Nv8RIZ9MvyZeTsJmj-uFQA-wIbbQuVbxfmWkSVQqmvXv7M/s400/Blog1127MapleLeaves.jpg" /></a> A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Rose plot,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Fringed pool,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ferned grot ---</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The veriest school</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Of peace; and yet the fool</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Contends that God is not ---</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Nay, but I have a sign;</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">'Tis very sure God walks in mine.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thomas Edward Brown<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMx1E18vACAyhKsquauUkAtwFJxRbuCrWlB6n2iJv1YvNnQsFSbuhH-Vf46-i53wO2KsctqUg_ifgEDcI2vjjUJWBxI8J99n64egEBJj4Xdob6Gh6O4eVuE6a07jqdy_j6zHZ4MbT4jMc/s1600/Blog1127GoldfishDeck.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938673298475874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMx1E18vACAyhKsquauUkAtwFJxRbuCrWlB6n2iJv1YvNnQsFSbuhH-Vf46-i53wO2KsctqUg_ifgEDcI2vjjUJWBxI8J99n64egEBJj4Xdob6Gh6O4eVuE6a07jqdy_j6zHZ4MbT4jMc/s400/Blog1127GoldfishDeck.jpg" /></a> My goldfish deck is pictured above. Showing its age a bit,</div><div align="center">but loved and used everyday, just as it has been the past 12 years.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLoK3m3O1520q2MKph3VVLpscG3Sw1GY-ivNz4fxO7Y7PS79SAZx2gY28_xIZcFjoBkeq2U32GuW-tJBh_xu0IOmB9P4jb9kk_md6y5oNmQHvuobUzBX6vr9hMSv1tUTqNsc94QETMdk/s1600/Blog1127Tomato.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938524675613186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLoK3m3O1520q2MKph3VVLpscG3Sw1GY-ivNz4fxO7Y7PS79SAZx2gY28_xIZcFjoBkeq2U32GuW-tJBh_xu0IOmB9P4jb9kk_md6y5oNmQHvuobUzBX6vr9hMSv1tUTqNsc94QETMdk/s400/Blog1127Tomato.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Above is the tomato bush. My husband tells me they need to be<br />"beaten" to produce tomatos. He decided it needed transplanting<br />the first of the summer after I had it growing fine for a month.<br />Durn near killed it then.<br />Then the hornworms ate it down to nothing... twice.<br />It has really taken off the past couple of weeks.<br />We got down to 34 last night... and it looks bright and perky this<br />morning with lots of blooms and several tomatos.<br />Perhaps a heavy freeze will hold off until we get to eat a few.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhGEwwTyPLIuFN2dt5BCv-FI7drsgRlzVnbNJQITT1K5ce3NponJgZu4veiidJUzvwQHA6EXgaM1M0gRKaDzvS4e0U99dnu3UM44E75f3T8TlfDo1QIJllxBI0t04rnm1sHLtKjHprmM/s1600/Blog1127SaffronFinches.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938339316311570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhGEwwTyPLIuFN2dt5BCv-FI7drsgRlzVnbNJQITT1K5ce3NponJgZu4veiidJUzvwQHA6EXgaM1M0gRKaDzvS4e0U99dnu3UM44E75f3T8TlfDo1QIJllxBI0t04rnm1sHLtKjHprmM/s400/Blog1127SaffronFinches.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>My beautiful little Saffron Finches... warm and toasty under their<br />heat lamp.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RG923olp1ld23QNS0jh9Su1rJ_HigMSdsZtFStqQ5ev3I_01yczakdghGaOhB_nKqs2t5S5E9vXl4kbp_S7K45Ty-RNpo8t647bbw_6VR_Gb9Azf3YFGmTrwU1QGkOCBVTBzcVGp_Ik/s1600/Blog1127PrincessKeet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938225636487170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RG923olp1ld23QNS0jh9Su1rJ_HigMSdsZtFStqQ5ev3I_01yczakdghGaOhB_nKqs2t5S5E9vXl4kbp_S7K45Ty-RNpo8t647bbw_6VR_Gb9Azf3YFGmTrwU1QGkOCBVTBzcVGp_Ik/s400/Blog1127PrincessKeet.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>My Princess of Wales grasskeet. Quite photogenic! </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE25GYVT2vklKzf8BubbaT_OYgcvgymBg5Nsq-1gT3x5VyWIu5aINCGnHYb-bkz2swZat-Zi3i62ApyNPPNm2QTci-5oRzkmdiMpbiL-xhMOPtaprCl0GH509nMd3QZHhMfOxZG1GA1gU/s1600/Blog1127lettuce.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938076473190930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE25GYVT2vklKzf8BubbaT_OYgcvgymBg5Nsq-1gT3x5VyWIu5aINCGnHYb-bkz2swZat-Zi3i62ApyNPPNm2QTci-5oRzkmdiMpbiL-xhMOPtaprCl0GH509nMd3QZHhMfOxZG1GA1gU/s400/Blog1127lettuce.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>My nasty lettuce from a previous post... looking oh so awesome!<br />And Brusty Roosty sneaking into the shot.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVXzCmvRvBru9bNqEjHf5Zj2iN9Bqo-jpZBwSY5Ht_vZLog36JnMuVtY6_P7ms1ZUzEZCn7_SLoadDRTS_0gV0CAViRvyHAEH1ziS71UVwPHjE6YOSaFPxpo6N-r-pv_Nx91IwDQNc4Q/s1600/Blog1127lettuce1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408937927039638130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVXzCmvRvBru9bNqEjHf5Zj2iN9Bqo-jpZBwSY5Ht_vZLog36JnMuVtY6_P7ms1ZUzEZCn7_SLoadDRTS_0gV0CAViRvyHAEH1ziS71UVwPHjE6YOSaFPxpo6N-r-pv_Nx91IwDQNc4Q/s400/Blog1127lettuce1.jpg" /></a> More lettuce with the bright little pansies getting into full bloom.</div><div align="center">To bad the "bunny" doesn't like the lettuce either!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-37384846718328267432009-11-12T13:19:00.000-08:002009-11-12T13:54:22.734-08:00Yes! ShadowySteeds Has Horses!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyPbZO3wJWZEaAUlYsggqCstXtETV16nplQ1D0tLh5BosljlsKl4w_4rE7w3GSN7txM0yr1MnXqPkDEPxpGx1u9IeioHhbjyzVYK19fYUkMB6XkbbXNJQn0j_7j6QBNcior7R0YQo6u8/s1600-h/SmoothWebSite.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403335160322329954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyPbZO3wJWZEaAUlYsggqCstXtETV16nplQ1D0tLh5BosljlsKl4w_4rE7w3GSN7txM0yr1MnXqPkDEPxpGx1u9IeioHhbjyzVYK19fYUkMB6XkbbXNJQn0j_7j6QBNcior7R0YQo6u8/s400/SmoothWebSite.jpg" /></a>Yesterday, I was asked about my blog name... ShadowySteeds. Yes, I have horses. And I they are as important as my garden! Above is my Paint stallion, Smooth Rebel Cause. I decided to post a few photos of my equines that were taken in a "garden" setting... as I, as an equine photographer, think they should be!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0L3GhTR3Kb2xRtTonYvzQRz22xFCWeQgfDyi_1hYzFMmDLD3lyK-tMPs6DZ8eTyeVtypRIlSfOqbFuMZWx0kCftMY2sj028Dzgi44iCgvA-dHzUL9bdr43yKMz7WcLSxGL2J6HYV7-k/s1600-h/FiZilylah.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334913521373970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0L3GhTR3Kb2xRtTonYvzQRz22xFCWeQgfDyi_1hYzFMmDLD3lyK-tMPs6DZ8eTyeVtypRIlSfOqbFuMZWx0kCftMY2sj028Dzgi44iCgvA-dHzUL9bdr43yKMz7WcLSxGL2J6HYV7-k/s400/FiZilylah.jpg" /></a> As you will note, the azaleas offer so many photo opportunities. Above is my Egyptian Arabian mare, Fi Zilylah. 18 years young this coming Feb.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaDotqEYE_-IQAnQFxLf4wJHd9R1Ood8KLIyBNF7JqI49-Hpvj0Cbmnu9vEVPPQsVFfwSxbT8GeFvZK-owg3bL2uVecPqyROza1rxGkeJ6rg1fM-DklWee7rHXZ_V-I5efX6xNK7LJVc/s1600-h/SerrBethHead.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334489420119890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaDotqEYE_-IQAnQFxLf4wJHd9R1Ood8KLIyBNF7JqI49-Hpvj0Cbmnu9vEVPPQsVFfwSxbT8GeFvZK-owg3bL2uVecPqyROza1rxGkeJ6rg1fM-DklWee7rHXZ_V-I5efX6xNK7LJVc/s400/SerrBethHead.jpg" /></a> The old mare Serr Beth, another Egyptian Arabian. She has since passed at the age of 28. But I love this photo and have an oil pastel I did hanging on my wall in her memory.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxoKTQCihYeklV7WX1eQ-95oZ2tHVcsTH7h8zeLZ0lPlj59dm-RsblEvlVDIM2QHWTF4g9SAksA2IGJ1rBjDlmmzZWQHwgNEzSXNtSqjD8rDgC-tjLplUOT86-eyz2xtJdCTDXiglZBo/s1600-h/SaqlawiAlAzrak2+(2).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334325982359266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxoKTQCihYeklV7WX1eQ-95oZ2tHVcsTH7h8zeLZ0lPlj59dm-RsblEvlVDIM2QHWTF4g9SAksA2IGJ1rBjDlmmzZWQHwgNEzSXNtSqjD8rDgC-tjLplUOT86-eyz2xtJdCTDXiglZBo/s400/SaqlawiAlAzrak2+(2).jpg" /></a> Azaleas again (I just love them for photo shoots). And a Straight Egyptian Arabian stallion I used to own. Fi Zilylah, above, is his daughter....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvePjKoqBPb0zMCTFOiDRyzyuolPcFp8P3150JJl5V1WBTyJFs-FRF9YrbtEdlWl2-ud4N-U4ZXQCJHCq7vM_WVU6zbee_Nge6T8aq6eLBTWYJ3i78V36pELIoApkdVnu83JMrYsaw5c/s1600-h/renafancy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403333995194172738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvePjKoqBPb0zMCTFOiDRyzyuolPcFp8P3150JJl5V1WBTyJFs-FRF9YrbtEdlWl2-ud4N-U4ZXQCJHCq7vM_WVU6zbee_Nge6T8aq6eLBTWYJ3i78V36pELIoApkdVnu83JMrYsaw5c/s400/renafancy.jpg" /></a> My oldest daughter some years back on her first pony, Fancy<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEhwUR1ltG9joj76G0PQslTVNeBDHx2V47ua5ABnSfHg9dDc5b_TdDjC8KX06ZN6JEsUKXrqGRtXJb7v1kQ2f0odl4NhBuYhtEJC5jcEuUFpz0Nhjr5FvTDRiqls7ErtYiJo09e42Qfc/s1600-h/GoldustHead.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332789709776450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEhwUR1ltG9joj76G0PQslTVNeBDHx2V47ua5ABnSfHg9dDc5b_TdDjC8KX06ZN6JEsUKXrqGRtXJb7v1kQ2f0odl4NhBuYhtEJC5jcEuUFpz0Nhjr5FvTDRiqls7ErtYiJo09e42Qfc/s400/GoldustHead.jpg" /></a> Just a pretty shot of a Half Arab mare I have now. She is for sale!<br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2eVdcZ7tTKVkFjKJWtL8uZwFZ_Rsmd4vrkBfQ2PlUoyDloY2qSDUGxlYVdP1yfxzpxEmfEZF6ZdNrPGOkXkCDi0fx9_YVvoxiaUqtpHn_YOgGSmu0wuLroCN2uJ3v8xDEyM0TtM3etI/s1600-h/EasyCashGal.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332523176218130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2eVdcZ7tTKVkFjKJWtL8uZwFZ_Rsmd4vrkBfQ2PlUoyDloY2qSDUGxlYVdP1yfxzpxEmfEZF6ZdNrPGOkXkCDi0fx9_YVvoxiaUqtpHn_YOgGSmu0wuLroCN2uJ3v8xDEyM0TtM3etI/s400/EasyCashGal.jpg" /></a>My first Paint mare. She still graces my pastures and has had many fine foals<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ypT_u6iD9Wo6o9QCANU7WKq2Z2OXUrZW_hbBWlryYpta0lgKzbTdSQLa5ohgzLDQ4RVwbVHNfkxkY_8ebs82KnJqYd5XlgrTNEMcRXOkOtset2yCZc3wdNIiXbq5BHAeeWejPCOrabg/s1600-h/dahirefa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332094415340530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ypT_u6iD9Wo6o9QCANU7WKq2Z2OXUrZW_hbBWlryYpta0lgKzbTdSQLa5ohgzLDQ4RVwbVHNfkxkY_8ebs82KnJqYd5XlgrTNEMcRXOkOtset2yCZc3wdNIiXbq5BHAeeWejPCOrabg/s400/dahirefa.jpg" /></a> Old Dahriefa, Al Khamsa Arabian mare, with my pines behind her. Sadly, they are all gone due to Katrina. And so is Dahriefa...</div><div></div><div>Just wanted to share.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-9601597485833174482009-11-11T11:16:00.000-08:002009-11-11T11:43:52.826-08:00A Few "Feathered" Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgg4_ZzaNcC7ORnIgSU3b2_LcenSxrcGPzTFQod8NZwpOx5OaK47A-P5-g3W9pmGOJH7hc5o6Om0WYGBqbQ81xJdrx00wpperCd7c6vz5TtvQC8m0_KV31YHaILYBWtGPdW1_hvd5dSg/s1600-h/Rio1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929392956323778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgg4_ZzaNcC7ORnIgSU3b2_LcenSxrcGPzTFQod8NZwpOx5OaK47A-P5-g3W9pmGOJH7hc5o6Om0WYGBqbQ81xJdrx00wpperCd7c6vz5TtvQC8m0_KV31YHaILYBWtGPdW1_hvd5dSg/s400/Rio1.jpg" /></a> A most important part of my garden is my birds. We have large parrots to small finches. I really haven't bred anything to actually sell... I just like taking care of them, having them here to enjoy and watching the babies grow. Above is Rio, a Quaker that is no longer with us. I hand raised him some years ago. About two years ago, he got loose from his cage and I found that he was perfectly content to follow me around the farm and never stray far. He had the cats petrified of him... as he was quick to bite (any thing or any <em>body!!</em>) so they never bothered him. Sadly we lost him the beginning of the summer due to an illness.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMkNwtFX8hM4PA2BQpGte8Vy0sNS9V-1a1kEY5zLKS1RBI9ZzWb5emrJdzcYlC50KqSnVsjNpyMz6Z7q4ORliGrsdJYhzao7rI-AihBP3L8rqh98bqURT5OM5dh6lAne68Is6ohNazRo/s1600-h/Fischers2008a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402929131621903570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMkNwtFX8hM4PA2BQpGte8Vy0sNS9V-1a1kEY5zLKS1RBI9ZzWb5emrJdzcYlC50KqSnVsjNpyMz6Z7q4ORliGrsdJYhzao7rI-AihBP3L8rqh98bqURT5OM5dh6lAne68Is6ohNazRo/s400/Fischers2008a.jpg" /></a> This is a pair of Fischer Lovebirds. They are not the friendliest of birds as far as being companions for people, but they did raise some babies for me. They would just as soon be left alone but most certainly have stunning coloring. Pretty to look at, but Boy! They let you know when you have upset them!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiQ0IZCDRERIxqG04hW46yY5i2nPIE91eG6AeMuNRSZqyFM7CFC33tVffpeADCyBgbhyW90QnKS2qJ3auSF_HsuhOP646OHA4K8l10iG04K5KNgE0HvZeovllq-0ASZ6BgxXXRVm-E18/s1600-h/Canaries.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402928951383965426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiQ0IZCDRERIxqG04hW46yY5i2nPIE91eG6AeMuNRSZqyFM7CFC33tVffpeADCyBgbhyW90QnKS2qJ3auSF_HsuhOP646OHA4K8l10iG04K5KNgE0HvZeovllq-0ASZ6BgxXXRVm-E18/s400/Canaries.jpg" /></a> The beautiful little Canaries. I have one that lives in my bedroom sitting window and he wakes me every morning about 6:30am with his sweet song!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XNokM9PiCsByFjHlhpxduPoSe9LftUkWtuTleR40wRs6wnldLwY6dOoq1qTjrThmQwt_qgXyrJIKzt-eTRULSZPyjTzCcVzYSeRXjbPd8SOCdVQgJXEdgCVGIAATOO7HG7aMcTTNZ04/s1600-h/StarFinches.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402928583456793314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XNokM9PiCsByFjHlhpxduPoSe9LftUkWtuTleR40wRs6wnldLwY6dOoq1qTjrThmQwt_qgXyrJIKzt-eTRULSZPyjTzCcVzYSeRXjbPd8SOCdVQgJXEdgCVGIAATOO7HG7aMcTTNZ04/s400/StarFinches.jpg" /></a> Above are the sweet, sweet little Star finches. Native to Australia, they do really well here. Another of my favorite of the smaller birds as they make such cute chirping sounds. And I love their pretty yellow bodies and bright red faces.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0zp3x6_IDtLBnBe7Dnlj7z03XAgJYdKvUw_cVHzh1JOXSaR8jdztz3iqLtHTOjJMkpor8wiLPYlwcEPoycE3YRL2d_H-vPt_PykGzcUCyMS_v0rwiyRnkZ1v2cVw8LjSfrBm5gf0KvM/s1600-h/RoseyBourkes2005a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402927777210880770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0zp3x6_IDtLBnBe7Dnlj7z03XAgJYdKvUw_cVHzh1JOXSaR8jdztz3iqLtHTOjJMkpor8wiLPYlwcEPoycE3YRL2d_H-vPt_PykGzcUCyMS_v0rwiyRnkZ1v2cVw8LjSfrBm5gf0KvM/s400/RoseyBourkes2005a.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLrez3pVTGuuQvzhizbyglgWZvb662S659Mt5x5JMD35-SNHxAogc3MzEZn5WRkc3HCbSThPcXj3jEyof5UlpD3n35AlP3UOdXb0qlMkdtfJSvhwStUicwv-MUMEvrZV5q0A1fKDEtRE/s1600-h/RoseyBourkes2005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402927626949562690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLrez3pVTGuuQvzhizbyglgWZvb662S659Mt5x5JMD35-SNHxAogc3MzEZn5WRkc3HCbSThPcXj3jEyof5UlpD3n35AlP3UOdXb0qlMkdtfJSvhwStUicwv-MUMEvrZV5q0A1fKDEtRE/s400/RoseyBourkes2005.jpg" /></a> I must say the above two photos are of my favorite feathered flowers here. They are also native to Australia... the lovely little Bourke Parakeet. They are not as noisy as the Parakeet we are used to here, but at daybreak and dusk, they come to life. Their chirps and tweets are the kindest little noises I have heard. I cannot imagine living somewhere, and have these gorgeous gifts living out in the wild. Mine are very people oriented, and will come up and whisper away to a listening ear.</div><div></div><div>Only a few of our feathered Jewels! They certainly add to a garden. Have a great Wednesday!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-23362008735767504272009-11-08T18:38:00.000-08:002009-11-11T06:52:04.338-08:00Melancholy Sunday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EyshTt-tWtbS8vve74v9S6KMm8rUVj4A1z66Nzak5xEz9vMWzpUtgaQP8J4WOZSsbx3fN_jpSSjbgRHfIR7VUrckbGja1573ed79XntAlXYbvmjzq6kbBrB0_Y1VeWw0szXFI8TlCzI/s1600-h/Hummingbird2009a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401932088826002770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EyshTt-tWtbS8vve74v9S6KMm8rUVj4A1z66Nzak5xEz9vMWzpUtgaQP8J4WOZSsbx3fN_jpSSjbgRHfIR7VUrckbGja1573ed79XntAlXYbvmjzq6kbBrB0_Y1VeWw0szXFI8TlCzI/s400/Hummingbird2009a.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWpBEGuBNA5Fpyhp7S-U-nAqLdmeBSCQ1sNmzx9YlLAAwJWgMLBWpbtTuX80HdmpdLD99AKhSfskgpl3-P_oeHucGggoP84ctFu5upli0DVh7CM7g3J9X0A8Z-579wZ1E6LjC3aT12Mw/s1600-h/GingerPaintDobsjpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401931909081970786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWpBEGuBNA5Fpyhp7S-U-nAqLdmeBSCQ1sNmzx9YlLAAwJWgMLBWpbtTuX80HdmpdLD99AKhSfskgpl3-P_oeHucGggoP84ctFu5upli0DVh7CM7g3J9X0A8Z-579wZ1E6LjC3aT12Mw/s400/GingerPaintDobsjpg.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I am sad for some reason. Don't know why. I haven't felt like writing or posting photos, tho' many have been taken. Tonight, I sat outside and enjoyed the weather. Hurricane Ida is coming in. I love the storms until I have to clean up the aftermath. I think that most people don't know what really happened with Katrina. New Orleans just got drowned. After the fact. When you live in a soup bowl, you are going to get water. Figure it out. And plan ahead.</div><br /><div>Mississippi got swiped over. A paw that flattened everything on the Coast. We lost 80% of our trees. God insured that none hit our home. Safe and sound. But it was worse than an Oklahoma tornado, which I have lived through several. Tornados come unexpectedly. You have no time to prepare. Hurricanes give plenty of notice. There is no reason to not be ready!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Wishing all who may be in Ida's path a safe passing.</div><div> </div></div>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-91623956820311971192009-11-04T15:10:00.000-08:002009-11-04T17:12:59.178-08:00Our Newest Garden Addition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOyW-CbV2sXvLLDbyyGVzO32SSdpCaiHwxnYpR1SNi4w0zmOobWnqfGwCT3bo3WPkn97j7fRJ5MDeN2pmWju8LSTvkNRp64ciWPNDy06j_HLHz7LBivWNbrf2dBbGwFjybmw3NeWdUHg/s1600-h/Dragonflies2009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400390766122730946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOyW-CbV2sXvLLDbyyGVzO32SSdpCaiHwxnYpR1SNi4w0zmOobWnqfGwCT3bo3WPkn97j7fRJ5MDeN2pmWju8LSTvkNRp64ciWPNDy06j_HLHz7LBivWNbrf2dBbGwFjybmw3NeWdUHg/s400/Dragonflies2009.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#3366ff;">A little over a month ago, my husband got the fiberglass goldfish pond we had been given a few years back installed. It was a magnet for several different dragonfly varities and I was able to get a few to sit still long enough to photo.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9_GSRDP6vc4oELGntN9Rj2cTBKEtbjHqXTOpEIzoTB2xAl0MK-YqFSmVIQtqzMCZSi4syKU0rO3aeWJGCzdjn9orTme3aAdosbgRK-78Ew2Nm_tDHWZjDhpRflmGWtZ99PRiJQHzyc8/s1600-h/GoldfishPond3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400390629768824770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9_GSRDP6vc4oELGntN9Rj2cTBKEtbjHqXTOpEIzoTB2xAl0MK-YqFSmVIQtqzMCZSi4syKU0rO3aeWJGCzdjn9orTme3aAdosbgRK-78Ew2Nm_tDHWZjDhpRflmGWtZ99PRiJQHzyc8/s400/GoldfishPond3.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#3366ff;">This was the pond after we first installed it. This past week I have been planting snapdragons, pansies and a few strawberry plants along with the rose bushes that seem to love the location. I enjoy the fact that gardens are always evolving. Ever changing. It is amazing how our piece of land has changed over the past 16 years.</span>Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-12937051819245630902009-11-04T14:55:00.001-08:002009-11-04T15:08:11.135-08:00A Big Thanks!To all who commented on my lettuce issue! I have decided to go ahead and let them cycle. It will be a learning experience to watch them go through their life cycle. At least now I know what "bolt" means!Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-6166066831178182632009-11-03T15:00:00.000-08:002009-11-03T15:35:42.916-08:00More Lettuce, With a Cat...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKqCZcM7WkI6-w79R_vzDnED2Pn_S2S3DXZk5BdGeaKSlT6gOkoiNxg4M3wE6DijFsG1A3EFy8cOGJe4OuiKfTtpvpt4FtAA2EyXmHIg4ZZ1vm9m2avpL5IFWttab7hsoKlyUUOaNkBU/s1600-h/BlotanicalNov3Butterfly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKqCZcM7WkI6-w79R_vzDnED2Pn_S2S3DXZk5BdGeaKSlT6gOkoiNxg4M3wE6DijFsG1A3EFy8cOGJe4OuiKfTtpvpt4FtAA2EyXmHIg4ZZ1vm9m2avpL5IFWttab7hsoKlyUUOaNkBU/s400/BlotanicalNov3Butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400023568113999282" /></a><br /><br />Love the butterflies.... can't do without them. Love the bees too.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7qHnyp7q7kuyr4yYG3uLhrddeunerI15ioiRyFFpCEcIaxbmdUtaggg7648qvTKWZJSrX2iRPYyViG1TomTTP3haoPeA65qpDNTm3B2vEmzVF4u575YTu4Z-JjdINM7_nApJmWh3krA/s1600-h/BlotanicalNov3Rooster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7qHnyp7q7kuyr4yYG3uLhrddeunerI15ioiRyFFpCEcIaxbmdUtaggg7648qvTKWZJSrX2iRPYyViG1TomTTP3haoPeA65qpDNTm3B2vEmzVF4u575YTu4Z-JjdINM7_nApJmWh3krA/s400/BlotanicalNov3Rooster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400023434370884242" /></a><br /><br />Can't overlook the Brusty Roosty's that keep the eggs going! I love my Banties.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi7Ggs8TZQYHSuw6iByjedyQ8eQedZu9pY5b-229wLR6FpwafCsiANBBkfx04bWm55_jm88snFdFaKmS4HpN4FNSNUSCO5fcJGK47O8761-VGFIK-qW4vhEcWTSpWcFd_ksTKnalD97s/s1600-h/BlotanicalNov3Romaine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi7Ggs8TZQYHSuw6iByjedyQ8eQedZu9pY5b-229wLR6FpwafCsiANBBkfx04bWm55_jm88snFdFaKmS4HpN4FNSNUSCO5fcJGK47O8761-VGFIK-qW4vhEcWTSpWcFd_ksTKnalD97s/s400/BlotanicalNov3Romaine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400023285569078930" /></a><br /><br />My pretty Romaine that tastes so nasty!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HI1ej-KcmuJY0xLVPuFnKlcebNYgnQimHixfq1yk8y5savYmmTq0_EXKV3b8dfGbVrQcApHBqz2xu7KKLdPJOwEgBZVmDDH3QFwSc5dT46FeVkV3CrwmtTKv6ZIIXAdD9ey7gIafHQs/s1600-h/BlotanicalNov3Cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HI1ej-KcmuJY0xLVPuFnKlcebNYgnQimHixfq1yk8y5savYmmTq0_EXKV3b8dfGbVrQcApHBqz2xu7KKLdPJOwEgBZVmDDH3QFwSc5dT46FeVkV3CrwmtTKv6ZIIXAdD9ey7gIafHQs/s400/BlotanicalNov3Cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016355995822370" /></a><br /><br />I have enough cats. I need more lettuce.<br /><br /><br />More lettuceRobin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-81480590499046916682009-11-03T14:10:00.000-08:002009-11-03T15:17:52.957-08:00My Garden Ghosts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4acFbtjq6H1YMv_T12G4nTXrbn_Mse1cd2vmcAi4oRbCjcQfXt7sD-_rVcbyk1p2kTDhDYLaYnAuoiGUJ7qPaEmuIpPGWX_qWjIF9oYtBo0bTF5jDDoMwr-12nFBm1nOoZYEbDaesys/s1600-h/SerenaHalloween2009Art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4acFbtjq6H1YMv_T12G4nTXrbn_Mse1cd2vmcAi4oRbCjcQfXt7sD-_rVcbyk1p2kTDhDYLaYnAuoiGUJ7qPaEmuIpPGWX_qWjIF9oYtBo0bTF5jDDoMwr-12nFBm1nOoZYEbDaesys/s400/SerenaHalloween2009Art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004442760652770" /></a><br /><br />A friend asked me some time ago,<br />do you ever see Spirits flying to and fro'?<br /><br />Perhaps in your garden where so many souls, <br />could have walked and played their restless roles?<br /><br />I told my friend if there be such Ghosts you can rest assured,<br />I don't want to be seeing their images, old, new or "highly" referred!<br /><br />Because only Angels come from God Above!<br />And his Angels, if I see, I love!<br /><br />Only Angels can live in my Garden you see.<br />With the Butterflies, flowers, herbs and bees. <br /><br />Robin L. Weeks<br /><br />This is my daughter, who is my "Angel"... one of two!!Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-20117681133308862172009-11-03T13:23:00.000-08:002009-11-03T13:37:16.143-08:00Growing Lettuce<span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpr2e6y1GkGMq1aCopG889WgdJNtT5r1xRhUsR9e4ANfPVe6URNfiQpUtH6w333VVBnPHXq_8cNAu3NP9DM4pSTepW9Yu_PJ8wGC_KWxOVUtuBCj1EbB4vDjV4ZKg76wQ1-eXMigA2Zx0/s1600-h/BlotanicalNovGarden.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992706656797090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpr2e6y1GkGMq1aCopG889WgdJNtT5r1xRhUsR9e4ANfPVe6URNfiQpUtH6w333VVBnPHXq_8cNAu3NP9DM4pSTepW9Yu_PJ8wGC_KWxOVUtuBCj1EbB4vDjV4ZKg76wQ1-eXMigA2Zx0/s400/BlotanicalNovGarden.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#33cc00;">Working on the winter garden. My lettuce looks so happy!! But tastes so bad!! What am I doing wrong?</span>
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFez3PqRyu5h7x5Cq5kqAZlOANyqvU65TVK4nJFa1iKJmsEdwZrUU1MRPaQVmKxfECGx21jZ761QZRnQm1oGpsX85loMYg2e-yedR3gZqRNyECZK6grlWmRMZMK8P7Yc0X5jV6ZwdZdQ/s1600-h/BlotanicalNovRomaine.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399991655038588546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFez3PqRyu5h7x5Cq5kqAZlOANyqvU65TVK4nJFa1iKJmsEdwZrUU1MRPaQVmKxfECGx21jZ761QZRnQm1oGpsX85loMYg2e-yedR3gZqRNyECZK6grlWmRMZMK8P7Yc0X5jV6ZwdZdQ/s400/BlotanicalNovRomaine.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> For all of you accomplished lettuce gardeners out there... my lettuce looks really "pretty"... and it has been in the ground less than a month (two weeks at the most)... why does it taste bitter? How do you "harvest" lettuce? I need guidance!</span></div>
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<br /><div><span style="color:#009900;">I don't grow veggies except for 'maters. I prefer Herbs and Flowers. </span></div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><span style="color:#009900;"></span>
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<br /><span style="color:#009900;">Oh well, the flowers are planted that will winter here and bloom. They have been planted to take the place of the plants that will die after we get a good freeze. But I surely was looking forward to my own tasty lettuce for the next little while!!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#009900;">Having fun with the blog. Looking and learning. Thanks to all have visited and wrote! It is greatly appreciated. Probably will post more photos later as I live with my camera, in my garden, and can't help but post my precious photos! Warmest to All, RLw aka The Flying Orchid
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<br />Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325588989660831874.post-88688959764839244012009-11-01T16:20:00.000-08:002009-11-02T04:59:20.956-08:00Chinese The Guinea PigWe had to bury the Guinea Pig we have had for two years. My youngster was was not worried at all. This was HER pet.... but I was the only one who loved the creature.<br /><br />NO MORE PETS FOR MY KIDS.<br /><br />'Course we already have a farm full!<br /><br />Rest in peace little guy. I will miss you greeting me at the bird room door every morning...Robin L. Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721224748776866757noreply@blogger.com3