tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333643322685348432024-02-12T04:17:35.225-06:00Gramma's Little CornerA cozy place to share moments of my life.Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.comBlogger1111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-27322340353603272432022-01-19T14:13:00.003-06:002022-01-19T14:13:45.296-06:00<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinttEWSrxrJFIeypEHZWjH-KjtW8PnTb0K3wpnFuQYZlVZxcnrEhUocpz_Ld04Ul2Oaq077mrJlX9k7Dttp-ULVkJ7Jra5p8UbWGf0BNrtf1nGk-TnG8WjLquSQO6oFPxrynCcRCkSVlsiuA5DQuCKWRpIL4fX4aj0rHtl6YzXD-AOLl_vC07qCr4=s4893" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3262" data-original-width="4893" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinttEWSrxrJFIeypEHZWjH-KjtW8PnTb0K3wpnFuQYZlVZxcnrEhUocpz_Ld04Ul2Oaq077mrJlX9k7Dttp-ULVkJ7Jra5p8UbWGf0BNrtf1nGk-TnG8WjLquSQO6oFPxrynCcRCkSVlsiuA5DQuCKWRpIL4fX4aj0rHtl6YzXD-AOLl_vC07qCr4=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I recently went to a quilt exhibit at the Historic Arkansas Museum. Crazy Quilts always catch my eye. They are fascinating with their rich fabrics and fancy stitching. This quilt, which belonged to one of the prominent Little Rock families, was stitched by their family dressmaker about 1880. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Their dressmaker made beautiful use of the formal garments she had sewn for the family's special occasions. Certain embellishments made this quilt a sentimental family scrapbook of sorts." </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">(quote was taken from notes on this quilt made by the Historic Arkansas Museum)</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I thought about the phrase "scrapbook of sorts" and realized that is what my blog has been. A scrapbook of my wanderings and wonderings, my photography and adventures, and also my family stories. The creating of this scrapbook has been a wonderful experience.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">For a while I've been contemplating closing my blog. I began this blog on July 19, 2010 and have written a total of 1,111 posts. Lately I find myself moving on to other things; things that do not include social media. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">I want more time to pursue collage art, sewing, reading, and photography. That being said, this will be my last post.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I've also dropped my photo sharing sites, limited my blog reading and emailing. As I get older, time seems to be flying by. This makes me realize life is too short for me to be attached to a computer.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span>I am grateful that you've read my blog; some of you from the very beginning. </span>Thank you for reading, commenting, encouraging, and just being with me through this blogging journey. I will miss each of you!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>"Some people come into our lives and quickly go.<br /></i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Some stay for a while,<br /></i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>leave footprints on our hearts,<br /></i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>and we are never, ever the same." <br /></i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>~Flavia Marie Weedn</i></span></span></h3><ul class="b_vList b_divsec b_bullet" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; color: #111111; line-height: 22px; list-style: none; margin-bottom: -4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: center;"><br /></li></ul>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-5712712980028727432021-09-21T13:31:00.001-05:002021-09-21T13:31:38.282-05:00Summer Colors<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRGqndSiLSIxkdjxdhb8WRwPSz67ekc_deiy0kr6XJshjRitrn5jJ-ESrDDKwj5Ti2g_Bz2MkOHiLH5V90WzG2_YjAlefVVtZORb08cRHKiWj8HBwc3QtrATOJPh7G-KIsZueb7RVhg/s700/DSC03860.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRGqndSiLSIxkdjxdhb8WRwPSz67ekc_deiy0kr6XJshjRitrn5jJ-ESrDDKwj5Ti2g_Bz2MkOHiLH5V90WzG2_YjAlefVVtZORb08cRHKiWj8HBwc3QtrATOJPh7G-KIsZueb7RVhg/w640-h426/DSC03860.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I've been wanting to visit Garvan Woodland Garden this summer. It's always so hot in the summertime that I rarely visit. But, a few days ago the weather cooperated with upper 70's and breezes. Although that's still too warm for me, it was better than the upper 90's! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yS8VOOmCsWoK8ruNl9PpqG9Yw7IiGHnxR8Go7zyRPi1nTCauKuXmVrzqh8EbrlNbtZCPtsEdAMrxK3COdfI6j9mFs__kEzzxi9eu_7Y4q6sbLm5GiQz2Bhc2iWUTNYUkIulkaidFnQ/s700/DSC03859.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yS8VOOmCsWoK8ruNl9PpqG9Yw7IiGHnxR8Go7zyRPi1nTCauKuXmVrzqh8EbrlNbtZCPtsEdAMrxK3COdfI6j9mFs__kEzzxi9eu_7Y4q6sbLm5GiQz2Bhc2iWUTNYUkIulkaidFnQ/w640-h426/DSC03859.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The paths around the Great Lawn were edged with different varieties of coleus and caladiums. The Great Lawn is planted with beautiful zoysia grass and surrounded by nearly 10,000 square feet of mixed flowers known as the Flowering Border. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFPDY8jX2WcpF9twb9IlcRlE2X3eU9J4NSQqfqBvUUEiHXukYBWcwUfqg_9UKIZTPmcJA1YjkrKWPYUsn5-l2i7D21didp99jiz8wIG0TKNNuuapz9K_34IkC7EHNv47wwqD3e6EHNA/s700/DSC03864.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFPDY8jX2WcpF9twb9IlcRlE2X3eU9J4NSQqfqBvUUEiHXukYBWcwUfqg_9UKIZTPmcJA1YjkrKWPYUsn5-l2i7D21didp99jiz8wIG0TKNNuuapz9K_34IkC7EHNv47wwqD3e6EHNA/w640-h426/DSC03864.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzVMuuC3skQnyE4CiUK4gBYnSbdj6JJycwM6z6rUW9us9LBve2zreRsVtmzd5vu-W-gEdw3SJB2mMHBgzDO2-O7kYqfHGXmISpx9-TID2L_HHvP8-jYkKdIyha4K5sUgy6oX-cwv5SQ/s700/DSC03880.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzVMuuC3skQnyE4CiUK4gBYnSbdj6JJycwM6z6rUW9us9LBve2zreRsVtmzd5vu-W-gEdw3SJB2mMHBgzDO2-O7kYqfHGXmISpx9-TID2L_HHvP8-jYkKdIyha4K5sUgy6oX-cwv5SQ/w640-h426/DSC03880.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been to the garden so many times and although every season brings totally different flowers, I decided not to walk the whole garden. There were a couple of new areas I wanted to explore. One area was fairly small with a large, lovely bowl filled with moving water. Huge rocks create the pathway in, around the bowl, and then out. I read that on hot afternoons the fountain in the bowl is turned on and it creates a fine mist to walk through. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_xSEQ0uHf85DkTZMA1FwNJMjVl-ryJYTn1tPkdG_SOjLPNV2Isv4x8EVupmW-Wxn62zgBEWgtznFrfeqOgY2gMXjF6xqhtT87YuaVOIL4enzdV-CARTN8y2L7x7m0AIpvniULhUtVg/s700/DSC09455.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_xSEQ0uHf85DkTZMA1FwNJMjVl-ryJYTn1tPkdG_SOjLPNV2Isv4x8EVupmW-Wxn62zgBEWgtznFrfeqOgY2gMXjF6xqhtT87YuaVOIL4enzdV-CARTN8y2L7x7m0AIpvniULhUtVg/w640-h426/DSC09455.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sensory garden was also new to me. It definitely appealed to my senses. It is a large circular area with several flower beds and a rock wall on one side. The sights, the sounds, and the smells of this summer garden were amazing. It was hard to take in everything around me; the colors and smells of the flowers, the multitude of butterflies, the buzzing of the bees, and the birds singing. It was alive with motion and beauty. Most, if not all the flowers in the Sensory Garden reseed themselves. I think by looking at the maturity of the garden, you can tell it's not new, I've just never seen it since I rarely go in the summer.</div></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4EMgFUUj2NOsUmHXu7jRXg10vuc-BLN-68lk4OvGz4INOQglWRjGeo4u8h2zr4BMpKx1OhU16sxDKtg0OpREIn8tNDWIxgLKrKY8kjxmmRLxIRx1GzH1CJWyuSduDYhixtHaMbJimw/s700/DSC09440.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4EMgFUUj2NOsUmHXu7jRXg10vuc-BLN-68lk4OvGz4INOQglWRjGeo4u8h2zr4BMpKx1OhU16sxDKtg0OpREIn8tNDWIxgLKrKY8kjxmmRLxIRx1GzH1CJWyuSduDYhixtHaMbJimw/w640-h428/DSC09440.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzEmeTqJlVi58WwiRXnuYuxGdQbW95rYqKtNNO8O26Mjcr0uTzq3saZFcJAn3ROO92S_EWq5kKnKUQJKgCHztDkCPLmrg2eeaXk0PzzI4rUVEntmiCfP2xkwlSIV9hCYw8E7NgLNRCA/s700/DSC09425.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzEmeTqJlVi58WwiRXnuYuxGdQbW95rYqKtNNO8O26Mjcr0uTzq3saZFcJAn3ROO92S_EWq5kKnKUQJKgCHztDkCPLmrg2eeaXk0PzzI4rUVEntmiCfP2xkwlSIV9hCYw8E7NgLNRCA/w640-h426/DSC09425.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxjYqPCGn1iBid1Y4-p3n10sYThrdZT8XabbDI9l6BuvH8aPRW2xIKiGoT9MXN_tche0E9LnRWWC27rv5vnyhgXhI6aFiOSgbtpr1tGEkWeihLfzts0NhAEesHpG-2oSwq0kyluOWnQ/s700/DSC03877.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxjYqPCGn1iBid1Y4-p3n10sYThrdZT8XabbDI9l6BuvH8aPRW2xIKiGoT9MXN_tche0E9LnRWWC27rv5vnyhgXhI6aFiOSgbtpr1tGEkWeihLfzts0NhAEesHpG-2oSwq0kyluOWnQ/w640-h428/DSC03877.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhel1sLNIyl0iAA792EOCvz1CfhIg3dxmDLtp3b_gIxi2kFhZe37_XCcaMhDERkRyFEm090XAVmhs12kjtYIjxlJtnFMRnkEnGvr-1cJzNg_EF2UXavc_9Is3mhAEfk-4VgmDY0biTbEA/s700/DSC09437.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhel1sLNIyl0iAA792EOCvz1CfhIg3dxmDLtp3b_gIxi2kFhZe37_XCcaMhDERkRyFEm090XAVmhs12kjtYIjxlJtnFMRnkEnGvr-1cJzNg_EF2UXavc_9Is3mhAEfk-4VgmDY0biTbEA/w640-h426/DSC09437.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lovely benches are scattered throughout the garden, but I rarely sit down on one. I'm always anxious to go find the next picture! Since I was pretty warm after being out in the sunshine at the Sensory Garden, I decided to take advantage of one and enjoy the view as I drank some water and cooled off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdcjuTSD5Kz5Eum2q5DiLiBTs9UU3K7YD2ePXqiUCYrO5_m4P1tHfOIPr6LHA736o_Ylm3oRMwcYWg1pOhJClc8UHi10qt9nlOGuzdEgCTBi_pFK86kBa-akH_O8cNumgJo5CEWeLSQ/s700/DSC03867.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdcjuTSD5Kz5Eum2q5DiLiBTs9UU3K7YD2ePXqiUCYrO5_m4P1tHfOIPr6LHA736o_Ylm3oRMwcYWg1pOhJClc8UHi10qt9nlOGuzdEgCTBi_pFK86kBa-akH_O8cNumgJo5CEWeLSQ/w640-h426/DSC03867.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #473932;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I then wandered into the cool shade of The Garden of the Pine Wind, a four-acre rock and stream Asian garden.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #473932;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ425_4VmKBtaXAN4vli_R6_xJyIZGHDgeveY0LsmBet-gKPDQd6XXnr63q_lrvtTXltloaRqgyspg_QhSP31QYFI3u_6_l4tesiUQq-LRhw1VYT7a3ATw3NXFk726GSofS3kAoSJqA/s700/DSC09503.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ425_4VmKBtaXAN4vli_R6_xJyIZGHDgeveY0LsmBet-gKPDQd6XXnr63q_lrvtTXltloaRqgyspg_QhSP31QYFI3u_6_l4tesiUQq-LRhw1VYT7a3ATw3NXFk726GSofS3kAoSJqA/w640-h426/DSC09503.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The Sunrise Bridge takes you into this quiet, beautiful garden. I found a low rock wall near the water and spend most of my time there. I did a little journaling, a little people-watching (especially the children down the hill from me near the Koi Pond) and I did a lot of relaxing. I sat there for over an hour which is the longest I've ever been still in the garden. I realized how much I had missed in the past, by strolling and not sitting, watching, and listening.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ_EOcg5Kt6HiQ_0SnSmlAuzQ1APBzLi3I5mM8kxeSFn1UYJoyHvNKB24TIQi6XT22CZzOMhlKy3Vc-IAJ9V7Vb_-0Ccy6XFNW_deMbm-pUSbj6nadckfFnZEEHkPhlsyvjWNz4-FZg/s700/DSC09497.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ_EOcg5Kt6HiQ_0SnSmlAuzQ1APBzLi3I5mM8kxeSFn1UYJoyHvNKB24TIQi6XT22CZzOMhlKy3Vc-IAJ9V7Vb_-0Ccy6XFNW_deMbm-pUSbj6nadckfFnZEEHkPhlsyvjWNz4-FZg/w640-h426/DSC09497.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl147s6aIRCjnvh6EoxaGwGdYnVNxUOGO3kdENF-GdgQMsoHwQVPdfBuJ_W7jzEbgRQqt0UAqDxazFeMfucvVrOiHUtODKeBW53hq1Pcb8pcWlEIgRJ_4ZJMKPFMoFsy9asnFNZjg6cA/s700/DSC03886.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl147s6aIRCjnvh6EoxaGwGdYnVNxUOGO3kdENF-GdgQMsoHwQVPdfBuJ_W7jzEbgRQqt0UAqDxazFeMfucvVrOiHUtODKeBW53hq1Pcb8pcWlEIgRJ_4ZJMKPFMoFsy9asnFNZjg6cA/w640-h428/DSC03886.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">It was a different kind of day for me, more resting than walking, but it was what I needed. I came away with a calm feeling and a peaceful heart. As I crossed the parking lot, I spotted something else that made me smile, the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile! How fun is that!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5TyS5nbPwcEQbERw8O4Bre8Ob0MNPEcMpYNzYyTGtLeErlastG4sczenemdsEwyIBfb4-fxJljChPyMV75AmC6JJVQ53l933hGaX2Q5eoZgzBxz_wBnwhgcb7nR443lyRKsioeqzxA/s700/DSC09523.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5TyS5nbPwcEQbERw8O4Bre8Ob0MNPEcMpYNzYyTGtLeErlastG4sczenemdsEwyIBfb4-fxJljChPyMV75AmC6JJVQ53l933hGaX2Q5eoZgzBxz_wBnwhgcb7nR443lyRKsioeqzxA/w640-h426/DSC09523.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I hope you're enjoying the last of this summer's colors. My yard doesn't have much color left. The lantana is blooming. It is so hardy and thrives in the heat and humidity. I also have a begonia in a hanging pot that still has beautiful red blooms. Without daily watering, it would not have survied the heat and humidity.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Today is the last day of summer. I'm looking forward to the cooler days to come. Then, I'll be heading back to Garvan Gardens to see the fall colors! Are you as anxious as I am for Autumn?</span></div><br /> <p></p></div><div><br /></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-47321912820020545512021-08-27T14:58:00.001-05:002021-08-27T14:58:49.350-05:00A Summer Full Of Books<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAVaHVDmCUvxOcA50ZDQIYU7BvExamf6dPLWLkOinOEysDu_X0zAtqjFOwAiZzy6K86sPjr8cibo7-dgnt91uuOXajMcVL76qiPklh7whP_q4S-tlsPRH2j1OJgELpNNRMWr9eR3Hgg/s700/DSC08801.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAVaHVDmCUvxOcA50ZDQIYU7BvExamf6dPLWLkOinOEysDu_X0zAtqjFOwAiZzy6K86sPjr8cibo7-dgnt91uuOXajMcVL76qiPklh7whP_q4S-tlsPRH2j1OJgELpNNRMWr9eR3Hgg/w640-h426/DSC08801.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This hot, humid summer has kept me at home more than usual. My excursions have been put on hold until cooler weather. Staying home has given me extra time to read. I've always had a schedule for reading; my Bible and a devotional book right after breakfast, children's books at lunch, mid-afternoon short read, and novels before bed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8cq-5dV_0OSD1AMAYxzhJ2z9veZJBHNJSXjeFP8KaVgShMVh49ehydLlHhhileIYzC9OvGTmmol0DCmkZtVjJzp4r95oZb5_-RhaxiK08wPYIAq5-9GkbdQJkybvC2FiNVi4dZjVZQ/s700/DSC04140.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8cq-5dV_0OSD1AMAYxzhJ2z9veZJBHNJSXjeFP8KaVgShMVh49ehydLlHhhileIYzC9OvGTmmol0DCmkZtVjJzp4r95oZb5_-RhaxiK08wPYIAq5-9GkbdQJkybvC2FiNVi4dZjVZQ/w400-h400/DSC04140.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I read children's books at lunch because they are short and I don't sit there nibbling until I reach the end of a chapter. I'm reading through my collection of Little Golden Books. I have enough to keep me reading for a while. So far, I've read 106 and I haven't read all the ones on the top shelf. There is another full shelf below it. Can you guess I love them? I will admit the story line in a lot of them is not so good. Of course, there are great ones especially everything written by Margaret Wise Brown. So, you ask "why do you collect them? It's the illustrations. Little Golden books have amazingly, talented illustrators.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINHx5Co3OlrMDK4CMEGAsEPhF12ChNojkfBy1nbPwZcm-g7ffVqbt98xNG6Vp2gbS91jbav5oIvT_BDocYVC4NpQH2EsfKGNe1tehSjSslDXnMS7M8HDnHKH7m35uME0xiA3wFaJMRA/s700/DSC09879.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINHx5Co3OlrMDK4CMEGAsEPhF12ChNojkfBy1nbPwZcm-g7ffVqbt98xNG6Vp2gbS91jbav5oIvT_BDocYVC4NpQH2EsfKGNe1tehSjSslDXnMS7M8HDnHKH7m35uME0xiA3wFaJMRA/w640-h426/DSC09879.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">For my mid-afternoon short read I'm reading Caldecott winners and honorees. The Caldecott Medal, named in honor of nineteenth-century English Illustrator Randolph J. Caldecott, was first given in 1937. It is awarded annually to illustrators and artists who have created the most distinguished picture books for children.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Do you see a pattern in my reading? Illustrations! I'm a big, big fan of beautifully illustrated children's picture books.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytxRgaIH9DAPKYVf3a5zbOHZkqWzr5E0RFQ7xsRsv5r3Txa2Kz2D8mBYFmHoFPuvTJGxrfHLwhij-6Dbx44RuAJOmf0x5plDxZCZAstzG4X2QKX57nqLP0MqaLKrjlaLV159cl_qM6g/s700/DSC03702.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytxRgaIH9DAPKYVf3a5zbOHZkqWzr5E0RFQ7xsRsv5r3Txa2Kz2D8mBYFmHoFPuvTJGxrfHLwhij-6Dbx44RuAJOmf0x5plDxZCZAstzG4X2QKX57nqLP0MqaLKrjlaLV159cl_qM6g/w640-h426/DSC03702.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my favorite author/illustrators is Beatrix Potter. Her tiny books with realistic animals who have incredible names, cute clothes, and cozy little homes just make me happy. The illustrations in these books are based on the area where Potter lived, her homes, and her friends. And then there's the added bonus that those animals all talk! I've read all twenty-four of her tiny books, beginning with <i>The Tale of Peter Rabbit</i> and ending with <i>"A Tale of Little Pig Robinson.</i></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7IgGUk2KuSohaYlzpE7FW-GsNH4-81kuGrlsxAcc7CbjWBD_9L2qV_kK-lHXPd7yzmCZ4JlsP4bZfjrBqf25YwLpBkeEoyD1trd7rlMrUpFuCeUdykl0_-iP8sizk1JV1iCusk2mMw/s700/DSC08804.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7IgGUk2KuSohaYlzpE7FW-GsNH4-81kuGrlsxAcc7CbjWBD_9L2qV_kK-lHXPd7yzmCZ4JlsP4bZfjrBqf25YwLpBkeEoyD1trd7rlMrUpFuCeUdykl0_-iP8sizk1JV1iCusk2mMw/w640-h428/DSC08804.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Reading those delightful tales led me to another series of books I read by Susan Wittig Albert. Albert brings Beatrix Potter to life in her adult fiction books. I enjoyed all eight in the series which began with <i>The Tale of Hill Top Farm</i> and ended with <i>The Tale of Castle Cottage</i>. Her books, though fiction, are based on facts and take you through the adult life of Beatrix Potter. They were such enjoyable reading. One of the most delightful parts was that the animals talk just like in the Peter Rabbit books!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNX23qCimXCS0grSeUeTFkS7oOsEB4mNCbR-rWx47wW-8cmr1qig0UGQuRiR4Md_Ti0Ovpdrp4hQSrrwPH2rv9xos_72cotKblc2NvLkhhOTJoDshU5ScpS4R-wwX5C_G5nRP7h2iyw/s700/DSC08860.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNX23qCimXCS0grSeUeTFkS7oOsEB4mNCbR-rWx47wW-8cmr1qig0UGQuRiR4Md_Ti0Ovpdrp4hQSrrwPH2rv9xos_72cotKblc2NvLkhhOTJoDshU5ScpS4R-wwX5C_G5nRP7h2iyw/w640-h480/DSC08860.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">As I read Potter's little books and looked at her illustrations, I began to really admire her and wanted to read more about her life. She was an amazing person. You know that random question occasionally asked "If you could spend a day with a famous person who would it be?" My answer is Beatrix Potter! I would love to spend the day with her at Hill Top Farm or Castle Cottage. Beatrix Potter called herself a part of "children that never grow up" an illusion to another children's hero, Peter Pan. I think she and I would have been kindred spirits.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbMUuuriXx15V1nEyDka8iRyvOXeBHGg2lc6cXk0-lcl3cpq7Y3H2aGCpuYdC_9JQhYoGp80HYq3ZjMkEHo2UmFnX9GyWJmiJfBt6Wv-qKnfoIQRKa3S4DPqqtj4d37bn3TeIcDfclw/s700/DSC09280.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="515" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbMUuuriXx15V1nEyDka8iRyvOXeBHGg2lc6cXk0-lcl3cpq7Y3H2aGCpuYdC_9JQhYoGp80HYq3ZjMkEHo2UmFnX9GyWJmiJfBt6Wv-qKnfoIQRKa3S4DPqqtj4d37bn3TeIcDfclw/w294-h400/DSC09280.JPG" width="294" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEbj4OKL08fy9zwKC4mcdb1PBQ4k39Vr46nkEfEKgy4DAZfG7K87PARgpIrtPDwWbeICjxi_FS0oPIsz68zc63h0u3uzq5b6UoWBk_N8FA1rjevgA7VBaP4TEP5QHXrU6uJIfx_mdTA/s700/DSC09880.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEbj4OKL08fy9zwKC4mcdb1PBQ4k39Vr46nkEfEKgy4DAZfG7K87PARgpIrtPDwWbeICjxi_FS0oPIsz68zc63h0u3uzq5b6UoWBk_N8FA1rjevgA7VBaP4TEP5QHXrU6uJIfx_mdTA/w293-h400/DSC09880.JPG" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I even honored her in a couple of my "junk journal" pages. The one on the left has a picture of Hill Top Farms. The right page has one of her delightful bunny illustrations. Ignore the Mr. Goodbar candy wrapper. These pages were made using prompts, the candy wrapper being one. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Some novels I've read this summer:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>The Book Charmer</i> and <i>A Cup of Silver Lining</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">by Karen Hawkins</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">They were both whimsical and easy to read books, yet they were insightful into family and small-town relationships. I probably should mention that there just might be talking books and magic teas in them, but who doesn't need a little fantasy now and then! After all, we all loved pumpkins changing into coaches, fairies living under toadstools, and talking magic dragons! Didn't we? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I also read <i>The Four Winds</i> by Kristin Hannah. This was not an easy read. It is a deep and sometimes heartbreaking story of a family during the great depression.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">My latest read was <i>Marilla of Green Gables</i> by Sarah McCoy. I've always been a fan of Anne of Green Gables. This book takes us back to Marilla's life before Anne arrived. It was an easy, enjoyable read. I especially enjoyed her wonderful descriptions of nature. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Things I don't like to read are</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">mystery series where the person solves numerous murders in the same small town. Seriously? How many murders can one town have?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">books with bad language. I do not want my heroes and heroines speaking such words. Surely there's better words to describe feelings than curse words. (just my opinion)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">biographies and autobiographies. I find them boring or bragging.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I'll quit clicking these computer keys now. I think I've already been way to long! I wasn't going to write so much this time, but I did it anyway! To me my blog is a type of journal and the words just flow out! Thank you for sticking with me to the end!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I'll leave you with these words from</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>A Cup of Silver Linings</i> by Karen Hawkins</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Books are warriors.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you let them,</div><div style="text-align: center;">they'll fight off</div><div style="text-align: center;">boredom,</div><div style="text-align: center;">pain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fear,</div><div style="text-align: center;">even loneliness."</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-22558998328775921272021-08-10T14:39:00.000-05:002021-08-10T14:39:25.345-05:00Paint it on a Wall<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpQ6HZ6xmh7cgDX6PbFuJdt-qjowZXiyX1t1GxKFf0ACQ6amP1Nm1pvm0OLBD7BgKy6HrAmqcEdjENS_HfHkjquQ6kq1WyasdgKMIcZr1O0Y3L60cgBDoNxNJyVsGhTQPYm6gNq6HIw/s700/DSC03835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpQ6HZ6xmh7cgDX6PbFuJdt-qjowZXiyX1t1GxKFf0ACQ6amP1Nm1pvm0OLBD7BgKy6HrAmqcEdjENS_HfHkjquQ6kq1WyasdgKMIcZr1O0Y3L60cgBDoNxNJyVsGhTQPYm6gNq6HIw/w640-h428/DSC03835.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">In the last few years murals have been popping up around Little Rock. Most of them are downtown close to Main Street, but there are a few in different neighborhoods. For a long time I've wanted to find them and take pictures. That is not an easy thing to accomplish with the difficulties in parking downtown. There are approximately 30 murals, some close together and some spread apart. Parking the car in a parking deck doesn't work, it's too far to walk in the summer heat. Parking close to the murals means putting money in several parking meters. I'm not ready to put that much money in meters just to jump out and take a picture or two. Jerry solved the problem for me. He volunteered to be my chauffeur. We went on a weekend when meter parking was free. When I found a mural, he'd park or if that wasn't availble he would drop me off at a corner, circle the block and pick me up. All very safely, of course!! Another advantage of Jerry driving, he kept the car cool!</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Butterflies</b></i> by Youri Cansell</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BGSW5Xg-HrF_D2zQjWPA6Zzol0YgfaLD25cqOIdiyvujwhyphenhyphenZyNJXT9cp-Lu4MqFHbkCXO6oWAvSYAtjGU7091nOYeiPl5JXmdOmXGqXACwB_y7Eaiz3lG0Q_5SSA-FCNjdA1QoK_qw/s700/DSC03785.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BGSW5Xg-HrF_D2zQjWPA6Zzol0YgfaLD25cqOIdiyvujwhyphenhyphenZyNJXT9cp-Lu4MqFHbkCXO6oWAvSYAtjGU7091nOYeiPl5JXmdOmXGqXACwB_y7Eaiz3lG0Q_5SSA-FCNjdA1QoK_qw/w640-h426/DSC03785.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This mural is part of the ARkanvas project, an initiative installing twelve pieces of public art across the state. The butterflies and moths are all native to The Natural State.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Woman With Dog</b></i> by Steven Otis</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DYN0AjHesuWOhBlEY_39fHTOUeo9p0ew9dkVesF1PDz0meSSDdhseQwxA3XqYovEYCiwYFmHuonzj8cQGRoqDFLti5q-Bv_lGlSqXhKgmXeOfx04Zvu6_rUxAbJJkJ6x61CnhhNnwg/s700/DSC03704.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DYN0AjHesuWOhBlEY_39fHTOUeo9p0ew9dkVesF1PDz0meSSDdhseQwxA3XqYovEYCiwYFmHuonzj8cQGRoqDFLti5q-Bv_lGlSqXhKgmXeOfx04Zvu6_rUxAbJJkJ6x61CnhhNnwg/w640-h426/DSC03704.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A perfect mural to be on the side of Esse Purse Museum.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Yes We Can</b></i> by Steven Otis</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_If7YoRwNdcauAvIMs5wtK9PiZnH1MOgOx1sjQvNyVyg5FYHYPNXdKjJ70E7cdsJF5omjtc9XuV7tj9hJO488gbYdmOzth7pgxhUbw66Ssz9NJoqzNpW70Br-H8bi5aa4b-yuhUmUtA/s700/DSC03709.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_If7YoRwNdcauAvIMs5wtK9PiZnH1MOgOx1sjQvNyVyg5FYHYPNXdKjJ70E7cdsJF5omjtc9XuV7tj9hJO488gbYdmOzth7pgxhUbw66Ssz9NJoqzNpW70Br-H8bi5aa4b-yuhUmUtA/w640-h426/DSC03709.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span>On the opposite side of the Purse Museum is a long mural. </span> I'm only showing a section because there were so many cars parked in front of it. It's singing and dancing fruit may be the happiest mural in Little Rock.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;"><br /></p></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Playtime</b></i> by Jason Jones</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWK2bzbCafxX7LelOJB7x5Jy9m-h9-KL2joYHg2-TkV3ygoLKF9YVqYfBMV3-ezFkG-XNFufVQyN32X5o1eYowPAjdABK_FHGW3akxF6K4eTGCsMKIT5jdLfZbcFcHVue9MLBK2jFjQ/s700/DSC03764.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWK2bzbCafxX7LelOJB7x5Jy9m-h9-KL2joYHg2-TkV3ygoLKF9YVqYfBMV3-ezFkG-XNFufVQyN32X5o1eYowPAjdABK_FHGW3akxF6K4eTGCsMKIT5jdLfZbcFcHVue9MLBK2jFjQ/w640-h426/DSC03764.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is one of my favorites. I mean who doesn't love a BIG red wagon? The wagon contains landmarks of downtown Little Rock; buildings, the railroad walking bridge, the Clinton Presidential Library, the State Capitol, the River Market district, and a streetcar. It encourages everyone to come downtown and play.</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Eat Local Eat Often</b></i> by Casey Siegel</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlv0bkT5q3n109qsYbpMOMx1toeRqZLH5dr1Z9ixHBbBhxl0R6qy7wyUxFSYSGUtZShJV3tK5GtgKMff-AdMsYXItKR6MaiI-yaZfXyVnmALwaw-yhE6yF18xafqQizkCQ75rtmVDpQ/s700/DSC03729.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlv0bkT5q3n109qsYbpMOMx1toeRqZLH5dr1Z9ixHBbBhxl0R6qy7wyUxFSYSGUtZShJV3tK5GtgKMff-AdMsYXItKR6MaiI-yaZfXyVnmALwaw-yhE6yF18xafqQizkCQ75rtmVDpQ/w640-h426/DSC03729.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3W3YabuojlvryVc1CMAa6ESRk-Zy4bVzm8Apvct1DuxPVbHi5F07A0fGvN2gXjQI05dOEiqz3aNVWcUPd0KBilPO_kcpCTcIdozCtucjuC4JFlPD4aKervJznvIAqQDx-Pf5A460Og/s700/DSC03730.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3W3YabuojlvryVc1CMAa6ESRk-Zy4bVzm8Apvct1DuxPVbHi5F07A0fGvN2gXjQI05dOEiqz3aNVWcUPd0KBilPO_kcpCTcIdozCtucjuC4JFlPD4aKervJznvIAqQDx-Pf5A460Og/w640-h428/DSC03730.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There are several murals on the side of this parking deck by various artists. If you know me, you'll know I took the top one because of that bright pink donut! The ground between the parking deck and another building is covered with artificial turf and has picnic tables. This would be a great spot to eat lunch if you worked downtown and wanted to eat outside.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Talk With Your Hands</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">by Arkansas School for the Deaf Students</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxAmT8c_7k_i_3kRvQmDocXrrd0AZEFrWE3qr495mOPQuSmFjQG16-rrN7uS8TN3M9A4Ww8n5xCMITa8tQDbrWXeJgRquoe_JFMFqKWF2XlNkZjdaLRyXlQPvT_QntMkIfJdx_DAOUw/s700/DSC03769-001.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxAmT8c_7k_i_3kRvQmDocXrrd0AZEFrWE3qr495mOPQuSmFjQG16-rrN7uS8TN3M9A4Ww8n5xCMITa8tQDbrWXeJgRquoe_JFMFqKWF2XlNkZjdaLRyXlQPvT_QntMkIfJdx_DAOUw/w640-h426/DSC03769-001.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPdeL_5aJL6voCG7Owf9JEcNCl3A2NyUoNIo6rDUe_sNbTYEGb0U-eqZIrUGXQT_n3CdUJfy2GBOz4LvHMAHp7roaNsrGpYiV0BG8RGvZOgTYA1cyPkRGpsNrk8F8SQuOTRS2cZjnbQ/s700/DSC03773.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPdeL_5aJL6voCG7Owf9JEcNCl3A2NyUoNIo6rDUe_sNbTYEGb0U-eqZIrUGXQT_n3CdUJfy2GBOz4LvHMAHp7roaNsrGpYiV0BG8RGvZOgTYA1cyPkRGpsNrk8F8SQuOTRS2cZjnbQ/w640-h426/DSC03773.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This amazing mural covers a block-long concrete wall. My favorite section is painted with the deaf sign for "I love you." Beginning as babies, we taught our grandchildren to form this hand sign. That way anywhere we were, we could quietly and secretly say I love you.</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Mr. Rogers 143</b></i> by Levi Agee</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZIkhNj1c5rfjAvkLwDJ3jZDkdnhBkNHpvi_cDkWe7TiJ7MUKw1yB1WtjaF0ggIgMTaBRppuGvhqCYnXNnaFubMiGM4qbaGmRQRCtC7IXWY44ToExt0U8ZweJbF31vYJAJSDMicIAJQ/s700/DSC03736.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZIkhNj1c5rfjAvkLwDJ3jZDkdnhBkNHpvi_cDkWe7TiJ7MUKw1yB1WtjaF0ggIgMTaBRppuGvhqCYnXNnaFubMiGM4qbaGmRQRCtC7IXWY44ToExt0U8ZweJbF31vYJAJSDMicIAJQ/w640-h426/DSC03736.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This mural surprised me! I had no idea Mr. Rogers was downtown. The portrait on a door represents the idea of being kind to one another. The numbers 143 mean two things. In Pennsylvania, the birthplace of Mr. Rogers, the 143rd day of the year is a day of kindness in honor of the state's beloved kindness patron and promoter. The number also had a special meaning to Mr. Rogers, it reflected the number of letters in his favorite phrase, "I love you."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><i>Edgar</i> </b>by Jaquite Bell</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzwIQSgthJk_b9Impd6zQpSqcgAJHsi-eT5zUTtevQxcTRp7SWeqSwjt909P9icRN5d7EhUpOZM-vQdehNMzGLYFgGiPS-JZYWJveH4obxij_W6yfzPGpuluWnBVKJrYS_JCFGEMIRg/s700/DSC03735.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzwIQSgthJk_b9Impd6zQpSqcgAJHsi-eT5zUTtevQxcTRp7SWeqSwjt909P9icRN5d7EhUpOZM-vQdehNMzGLYFgGiPS-JZYWJveH4obxij_W6yfzPGpuluWnBVKJrYS_JCFGEMIRg/w640-h426/DSC03735.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">With a black crow whose name is Edgar, one automatically thinks of Edgar Allen Poe's poem <i>The Raven</i>. I'm guessing on this one, but I'm pretty sure that's what it represents. Also notice how the left wall, table, and chair have been painted. I like that a lot!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><i>Covid-19</i> </b>by Guy Bell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QGlFZZ5EIGAVj8-paScFMu-_2D-VjTGTLiavmP2E7-qdsAASYXnviNSnU6Z6M4LSP4_-n5GGf754yfNcvqC7oTP6mWv5tBarMenLcqqYGuPT4ovJyY_cHysIgUTYqVaDKrg5c_5Z0w/s700/DSC03759.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QGlFZZ5EIGAVj8-paScFMu-_2D-VjTGTLiavmP2E7-qdsAASYXnviNSnU6Z6M4LSP4_-n5GGf754yfNcvqC7oTP6mWv5tBarMenLcqqYGuPT4ovJyY_cHysIgUTYqVaDKrg5c_5Z0w/w640-h428/DSC03759.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is another long mural that I'm only showing part of. I didn't realize when I saw it what it represented, nor did I know the name of it. The tree men look like they are trying to get rid of Covid, which is massive. To me it looks like a citizen, a medical worker, and a first responder. Also, notice the couple watching TV as they are isolated together. There's also an ambulance in the right corner. I wondered why such an intricate painting is on a temporary wall. Maybe that's significant too. Maybe it's in hope that Covid will one day be gone.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><i>Peace</i> </b>by Jose Hernandez and other various artists</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHvoOI7Yxr_b-MhSfgm5rId_GLo0JI6IOhv35DD-MMKoDGsjZFnelgkikRkAF3Ck06cYnQd4iz8GJneq8nBFSBCOojJo1fDm_8LYAcxFD0aviqYGVVuEZ55LkBBZVrGhFb2do1cmaFQ/s700/DSC03849.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHvoOI7Yxr_b-MhSfgm5rId_GLo0JI6IOhv35DD-MMKoDGsjZFnelgkikRkAF3Ck06cYnQd4iz8GJneq8nBFSBCOojJo1fDm_8LYAcxFD0aviqYGVVuEZ55LkBBZVrGhFb2do1cmaFQ/w640-h428/DSC03849.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ri40c5dr1Z25uaEHm2yxtwGA9YHJ_N6nLN6xmbmwxjrCY3X26-YR-Z5ndGkUrLGX82RE9JBrZrbVbent5EvXqlFC0fAb-3kuQFyw53RpieHClsEehZeKMhn1GqXUyYH_mPtMtpsPLA/s700/DSC03838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ri40c5dr1Z25uaEHm2yxtwGA9YHJ_N6nLN6xmbmwxjrCY3X26-YR-Z5ndGkUrLGX82RE9JBrZrbVbent5EvXqlFC0fAb-3kuQFyw53RpieHClsEehZeKMhn1GqXUyYH_mPtMtpsPLA/w640-h428/DSC03838.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFTpj8R4t-xshlsSE5BmBKTh8hA-VVVSWWskrmwRoVGlb5zyuVZby1-sqmNjOLKH-0PNiz3Jef5vsj94sL-My5Po1BJ2bKkEABUGUAQs7T3bWdIG_gZlEFMJGCMhENhAM2PeiDTb_kQ/s700/DSC03830.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFTpj8R4t-xshlsSE5BmBKTh8hA-VVVSWWskrmwRoVGlb5zyuVZby1-sqmNjOLKH-0PNiz3Jef5vsj94sL-My5Po1BJ2bKkEABUGUAQs7T3bWdIG_gZlEFMJGCMhENhAM2PeiDTb_kQ/w640-h426/DSC03830.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The first mural painted on the concrete walls of this underpass was painted by Jose Hernandez. Other artist joined him in painting sections. Although the theme is peace, they are not all peaceful. Some are angry and disturbing to me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span face=""Libre Franklin", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1f2423; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Welcome to Stifft's Station</b></i> by Matt McLeod</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlBEnimCVEDBKDqx3jbtrOVZ_OroqAya_LKb0rrVCQAjV7BU4PpXkJKO8pMbVvsbUr3lCrbOQkvtReb0Tqu_Keb98tBiiBvRGHekoEE9jd4g2yrrRxlQ8Q2DzbT85NbPuDKz1KJjJdw/s700/DSC03854.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlBEnimCVEDBKDqx3jbtrOVZ_OroqAya_LKb0rrVCQAjV7BU4PpXkJKO8pMbVvsbUr3lCrbOQkvtReb0Tqu_Keb98tBiiBvRGHekoEE9jd4g2yrrRxlQ8Q2DzbT85NbPuDKz1KJjJdw/w640-h426/DSC03854.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Another favorite of mine. I love the bright colors and I love old streetcars. Stifft's Station is a former streetcar stop for The Heights neighborhood. The streetcar ran from 1904 until 1947.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><b>Chanel</b></i> by Kristin McCaslin</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gwmk5x0LJI1swOULDBNuu2KpQprMqNM-OpphXkdAsVzKCwuJyVOiW_zHIE-cu7D7b48SAOzI7zuemNKkjFYEGadGcMX1DZkTqMYZSZekiRV4z_pIEdUpUsHLBbORhidNjFE_BoEYEA/s700/DSC03857.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gwmk5x0LJI1swOULDBNuu2KpQprMqNM-OpphXkdAsVzKCwuJyVOiW_zHIE-cu7D7b48SAOzI7zuemNKkjFYEGadGcMX1DZkTqMYZSZekiRV4z_pIEdUpUsHLBbORhidNjFE_BoEYEA/w640-h426/DSC03857.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">This delightful mural is painted on the side of Fashion Exchange, an upscale ladies' consignment boutique.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="size14 Tahoma14" face="Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="size14 Tahoma14" face="Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There have been murals on walls throughout the history of the world. People scratched them, carved them, etched them and painted them. I'm glad Little Rock decided to beautify the city and also teach through murals. As I scrolled back through my pictures, I realized the different emotions they brought to me. Some impressed me with their beauty, some made me smile and giggle, some made me think, some brought feelings of nostalgia, and some made me remember. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Once again let me mention that this project would not have been possible without Jerry's help. Thank you, dear!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></span></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-8631433606904250042021-07-24T17:22:00.000-05:002021-07-24T17:22:07.373-05:00The Return to the Stone Saga<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzuVWCRKfLMYJFQEfT1427tIj5Xcr2sH-IvUs2WliGnSb1ou1O1En6qYaxzjda7Sn_GQwEekM7osU1ab2_EI_8wMRlY7gGzBpYDM9sGZ3hKN9D0vwoZR5XYsfNJhodwd1cahNDqO60A/s700/DSC09136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzuVWCRKfLMYJFQEfT1427tIj5Xcr2sH-IvUs2WliGnSb1ou1O1En6qYaxzjda7Sn_GQwEekM7osU1ab2_EI_8wMRlY7gGzBpYDM9sGZ3hKN9D0vwoZR5XYsfNJhodwd1cahNDqO60A/w640-h428/DSC09136.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'm sitting in a rocker/recliner underneath a warm lap quilt my mom made. That sounds crazy considering we have just been placed under the first heat advisory of this summer. The quilt is more for comfort than anything. The title of this post refers back to the <a href="http://grammaslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2021/01/the-stone-saga.html">Stone Saga post</a> from January of this year. Once again, I'm recovering from a lithotripsy procedure. I had two procedures on my right kidney in January and February. This time it's my left kidney. I have another rather large stone 14mm, so I've been told two procedures will probably be needed this time, too. I seem to like to do things the hard way!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYU-KR3KC0TU3h8Ple65BgTGhFHsCjK5E5mNrauyOJuHjcmKRZnlryBMgQ95T2IvyjpynIsxxxo8QYqRytRXUY1HcxbtFzizjiJgE3YainXVMl7SLYR8c3eTtayxil5-8kZQ0rT0pYVg/s700/DSC09156.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYU-KR3KC0TU3h8Ple65BgTGhFHsCjK5E5mNrauyOJuHjcmKRZnlryBMgQ95T2IvyjpynIsxxxo8QYqRytRXUY1HcxbtFzizjiJgE3YainXVMl7SLYR8c3eTtayxil5-8kZQ0rT0pYVg/w640-h426/DSC09156.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Trying very hard not to whine, I'll bring you up to date. A few weeks ago, I had a kidney stone episode that sent me to the doctor. I was told the rather large stone was in a lower pool of my kidney which makes it harder to treat. When the stone is in the lower pool, lithotripsy is not very successful; invasive surgery is usually required. Come back and see me in three months, he said. Fast forward to the next visit and surprisingly the stone had moved up into the middle pool of the kidney. I don't think that is too common. I was scheduled for a lithotripsy pretty quickly. I guess he didn't want the chance of it moving back down. I'm grateful, really, I am, that a lithotripsy was possible. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCt9uDk9wy2KeEfHafztHFcmGUEweRSWnn3F1rs2WOiEOeBZoA9k5vxyyrpwTjMaUWo2OPfCg-iWMRtmPUAKNYeV_Cy-oo8EdyKqmECVffh4cJEoNItRCCLtPkMq2gWZfO8gYxhgup1Q/s700/DSC09137.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCt9uDk9wy2KeEfHafztHFcmGUEweRSWnn3F1rs2WOiEOeBZoA9k5vxyyrpwTjMaUWo2OPfCg-iWMRtmPUAKNYeV_Cy-oo8EdyKqmECVffh4cJEoNItRCCLtPkMq2gWZfO8gYxhgup1Q/w640-h428/DSC09137.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">As with any procedure there is a downside. Pain, kidney spasms, and nausea followed me home from the hospital. After three days, I'm only dealing with nausea from the very strong antibiotics I'm taking. I'm not sure what I would have done without goldfish crackers the first day. That was all I could eat. I have graduated to soup and an apple today. Maybe I'll try a baked potato for dinner.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOvN8M6Rnau0txW-vb4nQo5Vbq7VySndzHf2EgYCVWEggDOG94gQz8KzCrJmtspW76woAQxU93npCY6JQane25Gcz6-kxfJUJ1qN0arJFAkeKjD-vpfq2eALoUjX15NXM6MBBCtT99A/s700/DSC09138.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOvN8M6Rnau0txW-vb4nQo5Vbq7VySndzHf2EgYCVWEggDOG94gQz8KzCrJmtspW76woAQxU93npCY6JQane25Gcz6-kxfJUJ1qN0arJFAkeKjD-vpfq2eALoUjX15NXM6MBBCtT99A/w640-h426/DSC09138.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I was pretty bored yesterday and wanted to use my camera, so I took twenty pictures without getting up from my chair. Most of them were of things I've enjoyed or needed while I recuperate. I'll not post all twenty, just a few! Of course, I have to have pen and paper. What color ink do you write with. I write with blue. I don't know why; I just like it!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPM8ZMueRj6LOn0dJwGUsCdcSj4gsxJGasWZ847JX7NIa02-1iUGfg6j50VhkOU0-AQfOeuDwS8AJ4cdCFCyq6cIPKGF1FqmuSdRbsZzXwLC_20_srbZgQ1yaGsK7SYo07VVGkgiPPFg/s700/DSC09145.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPM8ZMueRj6LOn0dJwGUsCdcSj4gsxJGasWZ847JX7NIa02-1iUGfg6j50VhkOU0-AQfOeuDwS8AJ4cdCFCyq6cIPKGF1FqmuSdRbsZzXwLC_20_srbZgQ1yaGsK7SYo07VVGkgiPPFg/w640-h428/DSC09145.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I made sure I had plenty of books to read. I do have an eR</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">eader, but I'd rather hold a book!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DhhxCsK7CiEzcZTUvaMf8F13C1lZi4dvsfBtfyWB4kdHzuaVurU5dtGQpcpG7_jDMZ2sNnp2gFwHSM85abYLZU13S-RL3GdvtU0zg9ISGkV_Nm1XD64msWlz1ickkUh6v0GQhXoMBA/s700/DSC09142.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DhhxCsK7CiEzcZTUvaMf8F13C1lZi4dvsfBtfyWB4kdHzuaVurU5dtGQpcpG7_jDMZ2sNnp2gFwHSM85abYLZU13S-RL3GdvtU0zg9ISGkV_Nm1XD64msWlz1ickkUh6v0GQhXoMBA/w640-h426/DSC09142.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I have my notebooks beside me on the floor. A binder holding material from a class I'm taking this year, my journal, my book of lists, and my bullet journal.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstP-HHw4WWLtjdGluTjFPIJ6TIU9f36hS_-SsYkMCN04cIXmDCV3IpZLUURia6rwbubCT-pcie4fsZpjR_TMuNnulkj9xTAUm64UmmCzXR-3Dr09jnT0OkprNp69HfeV3LH8QkO0V9Q/s700/DSC09143.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstP-HHw4WWLtjdGluTjFPIJ6TIU9f36hS_-SsYkMCN04cIXmDCV3IpZLUURia6rwbubCT-pcie4fsZpjR_TMuNnulkj9xTAUm64UmmCzXR-3Dr09jnT0OkprNp69HfeV3LH8QkO0V9Q/w640-h426/DSC09143.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This is a close-up design on the binder. It reminds me of the sun and makes me smile.</span></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpav-HvBRBHrvBEVqjWPFrhTLxCHWnIZ5jAi1pOJFpSEZsplPQI9egkpf_QErDx5YkfXeS5dLwK24Gkj9aePyZNprLQ7shjhTma94s_VnpewcYC0UxnbMqhBVJ6oVlyxyteTC4CMKnyw/s700/DSC09161.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpav-HvBRBHrvBEVqjWPFrhTLxCHWnIZ5jAi1pOJFpSEZsplPQI9egkpf_QErDx5YkfXeS5dLwK24Gkj9aePyZNprLQ7shjhTma94s_VnpewcYC0UxnbMqhBVJ6oVlyxyteTC4CMKnyw/w640-h426/DSC09161.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I dug out my coloring book and colored pencils. I'll try anything to distract me from the nausea. </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XMBIomZrnw0ZNGPQEss5JRR2OhDrc3x5_1s-4pSx7UNFWlcC82zAqCuDdcwYAN0aS5o2HdXhiALb-leqbOxViOLzYtX4lgstjEv-tBwE2_fcKvitJ9m1QsYamebTuNalSUTL8cRTQw/s700/DSC09154.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XMBIomZrnw0ZNGPQEss5JRR2OhDrc3x5_1s-4pSx7UNFWlcC82zAqCuDdcwYAN0aS5o2HdXhiALb-leqbOxViOLzYtX4lgstjEv-tBwE2_fcKvitJ9m1QsYamebTuNalSUTL8cRTQw/w640-h426/DSC09154.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Since Jerry works, I'm alone most of the day and need someone to talk to and someone to sympathize with me. My trusty bears are there any time I need a hug!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">I only have two more days of antibiotics. I think then I'll be able to once again get outside for longer than a few minutes. I really do want to sit in my swing, but that's not such a good idea right now. Back and forth motion . . . not so good.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Thanks for stopping by!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I hope you're have a wonderful weekend,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> staying cool, and staying safe from Covid!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-50917023096107692862021-07-15T10:29:00.000-05:002021-07-15T10:29:18.899-05:00Cool Globes<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PIO0fcZb2DoLUa6a_XaCVLzmpBX-kMZTgJruxxugsIVGsFPeARaU-mpV1mPv5oIeOBAeRu8KSVhQzTBjEzxa3Qf7s-78EA4z_2Iv12gaTKMxvowvfPWYumVOM8r_bPWUEpGf2IGMYg/s700/DSC03265.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PIO0fcZb2DoLUa6a_XaCVLzmpBX-kMZTgJruxxugsIVGsFPeARaU-mpV1mPv5oIeOBAeRu8KSVhQzTBjEzxa3Qf7s-78EA4z_2Iv12gaTKMxvowvfPWYumVOM8r_bPWUEpGf2IGMYg/w640-h426/DSC03265.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span>Little Rock is beginning to reopen after months of Covid shut down. Although the Clinton Presidential Library had not reopened at the time I took these pictures, an art exhibit was installed on the library grounds. </span>My sister and I decided to go check out the new exhibit. I don't have a problem with outside activities, but still remain very cautious of being indoors with groups of people. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Cool Globes: Hot ideas for a Cooler Planet" is art with a purpose. It features 5-foot diameter globes that present solutions to climate change. Founder Wendy Abrams announced the "Cool Globes" project during the Clinton Global Initiative annual meeting in 2003. The exhibit premiered in Chicago in 2006 with 120 globes. Since then, it has traveled to many cities throughout the country and around the world. Not all the globes are seen at each location. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'll warn you in advance that this post is photo heavy and I didn't even include all the globes, just my favorites! I'm saving the best globe for last, so you'll at least need to scroll all the way through. Mean of me?? No, it was just a good way to end the post!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Carpool" (Artist: Cheryl Stiger) was the first globe we saw. Its theme is sharing a ride when you can which would result in saving millions of gallons of gasoline and millions of pounds of carbon dioxide each day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrwWA06QUPK3BmzT6i86SHCE_7JzTK9T-ule9GK6TI0BRc54Rb8dkKitfWlc3H-MyNMOXRqnxn1Je-Y-8_au96-FCYgWhaN5xoFZupzKJh2YY1_5SuwtjpeertNXQsWVU_rxkVRycgg/s700/DSC03245.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="467" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrwWA06QUPK3BmzT6i86SHCE_7JzTK9T-ule9GK6TI0BRc54Rb8dkKitfWlc3H-MyNMOXRqnxn1Je-Y-8_au96-FCYgWhaN5xoFZupzKJh2YY1_5SuwtjpeertNXQsWVU_rxkVRycgg/w426-h640/DSC03245.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoXpimFHebi9P62876_PMkpw2dxULKTHBDfWIXoe-xSmte-ADLl1LH_EW5Y652wAwQ36l-_7yIqQHLg1BxVkRG22pk8Q78PBrfDjiZuZk2JMEIfmWcLp_dF7RRGhL2Ejvo0fibH-H_Q/s700/DSC03246.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoXpimFHebi9P62876_PMkpw2dxULKTHBDfWIXoe-xSmte-ADLl1LH_EW5Y652wAwQ36l-_7yIqQHLg1BxVkRG22pk8Q78PBrfDjiZuZk2JMEIfmWcLp_dF7RRGhL2Ejvo0fibH-H_Q/w640-h426/DSC03246.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEtXI2ygTa3qe1v0EKEB_zjeT5i4AM9CaXwMKyz5LEyZseYrk071JiPwi16yX8TrgxUOsFTY-O7a5MczZxKZkaUvo6xCOTtM_VoKgKJNVO3lbEXKObcWP7Y2qMmzwQHNRIiVXwix_Gg/s700/DSC03247.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEtXI2ygTa3qe1v0EKEB_zjeT5i4AM9CaXwMKyz5LEyZseYrk071JiPwi16yX8TrgxUOsFTY-O7a5MczZxKZkaUvo6xCOTtM_VoKgKJNVO3lbEXKObcWP7Y2qMmzwQHNRIiVXwix_Gg/w640-h428/DSC03247.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span style="text-align: center;">I happened to see our reflection in the windows of a nearby building. That's me on the right; Judith on the left.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4HnXhjes2ssAjG3xQ_o9f63raU2SbsoiJSDZltXZle70le_5GiK8WjUfem8qbu6fZT47Sdp-WPUwbXAMMrLA3LrzmSi9nR8yctDRe1q4TYLP8LtziEbUzN2noMosSych1Q_lWVKNYQ/s700/DSC03317.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4HnXhjes2ssAjG3xQ_o9f63raU2SbsoiJSDZltXZle70le_5GiK8WjUfem8qbu6fZT47Sdp-WPUwbXAMMrLA3LrzmSi9nR8yctDRe1q4TYLP8LtziEbUzN2noMosSych1Q_lWVKNYQ/w640-h428/DSC03317.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Green Investing" (Artist: Oliver Bernex) encourages investing in green technology and environmentally friendly products for protecting the beauty of the earth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKUpcBcHviJpKs3f1Qv9_VeD6JXZuRQAAh5zBu7pVmvgCtu-CFdZxtmxIfDHFaH4E5Ftcmv9bVFy2Z16hEpnhSjROc-rOmiLSZUV81-idcaV3akyuFqmxl-X-8eArp-3HdrApU_2PhA/s700/DSC03253.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKUpcBcHviJpKs3f1Qv9_VeD6JXZuRQAAh5zBu7pVmvgCtu-CFdZxtmxIfDHFaH4E5Ftcmv9bVFy2Z16hEpnhSjROc-rOmiLSZUV81-idcaV3akyuFqmxl-X-8eArp-3HdrApU_2PhA/w640-h426/DSC03253.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"First We Scream, Then We Act" (Artist: Nancy L. Steinmeyer) The artist Edward Munch's famous painting "The Scream" might represent the planet calling out for help and the iconic "I Want You" poster was designed to inspire us to act. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w8Zh7gM5tBtIN_3iIzqLtX0l3i2vrqP-9s5sPEhLh43o_RIItrX6F8FEsL4ITIM9xEeuMbIFmLS0_pebpXxVG9nkrKxAm_PQKBrOhsheXezWMh-o9DaZsFFLLCB-I-pVA5E1m4h5-A/s700/DSC03289.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w8Zh7gM5tBtIN_3iIzqLtX0l3i2vrqP-9s5sPEhLh43o_RIItrX6F8FEsL4ITIM9xEeuMbIFmLS0_pebpXxVG9nkrKxAm_PQKBrOhsheXezWMh-o9DaZsFFLLCB-I-pVA5E1m4h5-A/w640-h426/DSC03289.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ty1391haqeSAWPyj-8a1JLH72Zxc8OSm8_jHj-PmwOcw0k0ksf_W1ITBfVsMA-scKzIueP90Bk-JO8yYdmCG8vb5_qmKACmcVRHPYfHszvBMyoFqMDLUQMmZMms6nb0i3Bp1rPu7Yw/s700/DSC03288.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ty1391haqeSAWPyj-8a1JLH72Zxc8OSm8_jHj-PmwOcw0k0ksf_W1ITBfVsMA-scKzIueP90Bk-JO8yYdmCG8vb5_qmKACmcVRHPYfHszvBMyoFqMDLUQMmZMms6nb0i3Bp1rPu7Yw/w640-h426/DSC03288.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Earth the Nectar of Life" (Arkansas Artist: Lakresha Diaz) is a favorite of mine. The honeycomb that is painted on the continents and the beautiful flowers illustrate how bees work together to create honey and that we must all work together on solutions to save our future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-Z5yMzZ_e6S-Id4LuoBmrys9qBjcNGxBQR_-J8CUo5DhUEMoCwc_CHR7YfLUig3HJ1QhrCk_CoLARPZK6Yp7KBkHTzNRVWoJh8W4smRaVnBlK28NTXBEtVo8dl87NvZu62QPgwbiuA/s700/DSC03300.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-Z5yMzZ_e6S-Id4LuoBmrys9qBjcNGxBQR_-J8CUo5DhUEMoCwc_CHR7YfLUig3HJ1QhrCk_CoLARPZK6Yp7KBkHTzNRVWoJh8W4smRaVnBlK28NTXBEtVo8dl87NvZu62QPgwbiuA/w640-h426/DSC03300.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjrfx2AO4tkIP302n1kfgePHgqXiW-mtglt4bIBCXx2IBM3foB55Qb-KceLzBMcIaPGBBPtJJA5wusSDCQduj3Zh43BNO0XeZOt08G-WPiSITaZ_xDiWok0BfgM9gjDvuPcq7aTcaTQ/s700/DSC03302.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjrfx2AO4tkIP302n1kfgePHgqXiW-mtglt4bIBCXx2IBM3foB55Qb-KceLzBMcIaPGBBPtJJA5wusSDCQduj3Zh43BNO0XeZOt08G-WPiSITaZ_xDiWok0BfgM9gjDvuPcq7aTcaTQ/w640-h426/DSC03302.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrK334O75qdmqAr0OFo8CL-g8-CCccIlVTO8m7x6HgOfj2Omj8DCcxUDEO9lzJ7JlukG9yi3fOjLeJ6ZG-2yF9gp1T0UI6PD-kQqqgLlET16TUVPW0fXJzM5j1NNCsxBXYzC1BhQMjQ/s700/DSC03305.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrK334O75qdmqAr0OFo8CL-g8-CCccIlVTO8m7x6HgOfj2Omj8DCcxUDEO9lzJ7JlukG9yi3fOjLeJ6ZG-2yF9gp1T0UI6PD-kQqqgLlET16TUVPW0fXJzM5j1NNCsxBXYzC1BhQMjQ/w640-h426/DSC03305.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Tree of Life" (Artist: Kim C. Massey) depicting all four seasons was beautifully painted. It encourages long-term conservation of our country's landscape including 37-million-acres of Wilderness Areas, Wilderness Study Areas, National Conservation Areas, National Monuments, Wild and Scenic Rivers and National Scenic and Historic Trails.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aL0RfpSslArt7ySWdu72KgXdDaY-coMrNq64XajglF_Y0Zk3RVWxrnZoHegZKwGD4qoxZkjrwGL8z0_Zbjsxs-DRamd7-nngu_GzVNLdDKdMUekhqOwFl0pdtDdzUNmRFOUmLa1ZaA/s700/DSC03297.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aL0RfpSslArt7ySWdu72KgXdDaY-coMrNq64XajglF_Y0Zk3RVWxrnZoHegZKwGD4qoxZkjrwGL8z0_Zbjsxs-DRamd7-nngu_GzVNLdDKdMUekhqOwFl0pdtDdzUNmRFOUmLa1ZaA/w640-h426/DSC03297.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrYepQD-EoUsdNgaZnwIsnyVYDgjOSGBfAE2peX2ZotIz8X7AlJg9WuFCRDUTgpMhSNYaN1wMnkh1Ul1ivfYWrL_YwYbc_7GqBwV5QsDjAsPQDvF6TjvnTTe1tM7kdOTAM6oI6DP1WQ/s700/DSC03295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrYepQD-EoUsdNgaZnwIsnyVYDgjOSGBfAE2peX2ZotIz8X7AlJg9WuFCRDUTgpMhSNYaN1wMnkh1Ul1ivfYWrL_YwYbc_7GqBwV5QsDjAsPQDvF6TjvnTTe1tM7kdOTAM6oI6DP1WQ/w640-h426/DSC03295.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjserlKrf_BmlFFVXEDzfqX0Rr98Y6A8-XETzUm9rG8VaofqphD61Nc4tBxBNTFwc7KxrydAnFUKWAqy8jpgCSSQxCO1m80uXW-6NC0nzDXARn9Lr1SO0fyTtiJceeCffeKy96-N3VVUQ/s700/DSC03298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjserlKrf_BmlFFVXEDzfqX0Rr98Y6A8-XETzUm9rG8VaofqphD61Nc4tBxBNTFwc7KxrydAnFUKWAqy8jpgCSSQxCO1m80uXW-6NC0nzDXARn9Lr1SO0fyTtiJceeCffeKy96-N3VVUQ/w640-h426/DSC03298.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I was so impressed with the "Cool Globes' exhibit that I took my two of my grandsons and their mom, to see them. I knew this exhibit would be something they would enjoy and appreciate. My other grandsons live a little too far away to join us that day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uoormI4iLIIfIIVOYkaGiwS45xvEm1B9yT8W0QQwo8PyXFuwpUWgwuripJwF6EN0Exh_Te5Bltr_jFhh3otWrhglHsiTleqXv6nsHf01XmN8svBPQhbjlhvPmLJNrVtT6eLqvyq_fg/s700/DSC03353.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uoormI4iLIIfIIVOYkaGiwS45xvEm1B9yT8W0QQwo8PyXFuwpUWgwuripJwF6EN0Exh_Te5Bltr_jFhh3otWrhglHsiTleqXv6nsHf01XmN8svBPQhbjlhvPmLJNrVtT6eLqvyq_fg/w640-h426/DSC03353.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">They spotted this dragonfly on one of the globes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6wjmaUl396qkPjdLam2uCpELt_8boWDUufWIreyw27Su-mxL3VlJNtEmjVhyphenhyphen9QVg-B9sABZjKim7GXVmjUEH801iWQ50QsnJNQoW-yDF94xSu3XnayAb91RrlhsnC-VssRg4wtrIUQ/s700/DSC03357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6wjmaUl396qkPjdLam2uCpELt_8boWDUufWIreyw27Su-mxL3VlJNtEmjVhyphenhyphen9QVg-B9sABZjKim7GXVmjUEH801iWQ50QsnJNQoW-yDF94xSu3XnayAb91RrlhsnC-VssRg4wtrIUQ/w640-h428/DSC03357.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Non-Electric Play" (Artist: Francis W. Parker School students and faculty) features wonderful ideas for outside play and non-electric indoor play such as board games, cooking, reading, and craft projects. This one brought back many childhood memories.</span></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiic1zVVx6f-G-fh5Pcw83W0ukHMLnSJs7GFSSSJpAxmZgmd00FWdY7WO-uwGBBuFBT2pyGu5Bj9NrR9AsWGsVNzM_tEngEDefjL02oQ3OjIA3ygDOVRpv_IMWWNUQzlx8fdE0bhyphenhyphenaQw/s700/DSC03280.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiic1zVVx6f-G-fh5Pcw83W0ukHMLnSJs7GFSSSJpAxmZgmd00FWdY7WO-uwGBBuFBT2pyGu5Bj9NrR9AsWGsVNzM_tEngEDefjL02oQ3OjIA3ygDOVRpv_IMWWNUQzlx8fdE0bhyphenhyphenaQw/w640-h426/DSC03280.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvGZOPXLReIl4gwCO0XctBOG0_ynSiipUDDjnrzmCfDBj14gxuJ504JgKrSgRUMt_otRpfUOM3lDx3LHnsK3_I_IhMmKD0_ITmW1c1ziaGHlWAO_u-Rv1ruz8QP6xYexmV6UkpBikAg/s700/DSC03276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvGZOPXLReIl4gwCO0XctBOG0_ynSiipUDDjnrzmCfDBj14gxuJ504JgKrSgRUMt_otRpfUOM3lDx3LHnsK3_I_IhMmKD0_ITmW1c1ziaGHlWAO_u-Rv1ruz8QP6xYexmV6UkpBikAg/w640-h426/DSC03276.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoR49zC92l2aAk3iDpS9yTw8iWuGJeZzkVaUeuDJQWgMfTcofLiD2slyOuqgXIFdzc0DEYvSN7WbHHzR1fWPRrK2WvRAwRNi55Vp513E8y0loH0YW9wdCiOwy1kx8_uwkPzlaes4LEdA/s700/DSC03279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoR49zC92l2aAk3iDpS9yTw8iWuGJeZzkVaUeuDJQWgMfTcofLiD2slyOuqgXIFdzc0DEYvSN7WbHHzR1fWPRrK2WvRAwRNi55Vp513E8y0loH0YW9wdCiOwy1kx8_uwkPzlaes4LEdA/w640-h426/DSC03279.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"Drawing a Line on climate Change" (Artist: Thom Cicchelli) was a fun globe with its suggestion to use less energy while doing laundry. The clothes used are representative of the area they cover. For instance, across North America there is a pair of denim overalls, Africa is covered in a safari print, and the ocean has a bathing suit.</span></div></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0A_KuhbKTOzzbbcEAUKSd6vE1ekiMIqzh1iPs0HH2KVLKRPLUGzz4MHMRL0Ti_cql7IWa2dIgy7ZjEV6-VLPbbQJLmB-nOANYOXLfVG7zDzsgJvpiQ0P_7ez-bQavWEtE5upjLt-0Rw/s700/DSC03254.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0A_KuhbKTOzzbbcEAUKSd6vE1ekiMIqzh1iPs0HH2KVLKRPLUGzz4MHMRL0Ti_cql7IWa2dIgy7ZjEV6-VLPbbQJLmB-nOANYOXLfVG7zDzsgJvpiQ0P_7ez-bQavWEtE5upjLt-0Rw/w640-h426/DSC03254.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aktvMc6kTIgJCeQa5gFR7BF_lteNviTqql0pNAWK29U5kACsDdQye28Ex57SPeEzGMoXlb85mnSF0cd44y2VhK-mzSB183xq3MzfwG8Jafqe1bKRIxTOregLoaUQE9KyqvKl5TzAog/s700/DSC03258.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aktvMc6kTIgJCeQa5gFR7BF_lteNviTqql0pNAWK29U5kACsDdQye28Ex57SPeEzGMoXlb85mnSF0cd44y2VhK-mzSB183xq3MzfwG8Jafqe1bKRIxTOregLoaUQE9KyqvKl5TzAog/w640-h426/DSC03258.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I told you I was saving the best for last. <span style="text-align: center;">This globe was my absolute favorite. The painting on it is simple stunning! </span>"Souvenir" (Artist: Constance Mallinson) illustrates Earth's beauty as well as it's delicate ecosystems and the animals that inhabit them, all of which is worth remembering. The word "souvenir" comes from the French word "to remember."</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheASzD7nonV1G6hNZZHQzsGPoMvtLomb0CQvtuNnbhUcQK4n6fU40H2wA6O1FNFU0RScZPWsyDUeryFLxjv5jZXxxVuYSw1UCIqFenND-U_3okYtZ76P3GXWb8HGBV6dQhzzPk4CBTg/s700/DSC03306.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheASzD7nonV1G6hNZZHQzsGPoMvtLomb0CQvtuNnbhUcQK4n6fU40H2wA6O1FNFU0RScZPWsyDUeryFLxjv5jZXxxVuYSw1UCIqFenND-U_3okYtZ76P3GXWb8HGBV6dQhzzPk4CBTg/w640-h426/DSC03306.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3amAA-PEbIz7FXGz4AzvoN5-1FslcCmVloMhKRzJHKjYzATEBJsi8nUaVZG1fDgJM7UfrPOUb09sxHdMliERedHK0Iv8EkIuT_DW7swsqmCK02rO6iwXU3H4oLt4PSuBQvxxsZxylew/s700/DSC03316.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3amAA-PEbIz7FXGz4AzvoN5-1FslcCmVloMhKRzJHKjYzATEBJsi8nUaVZG1fDgJM7UfrPOUb09sxHdMliERedHK0Iv8EkIuT_DW7swsqmCK02rO6iwXU3H4oLt4PSuBQvxxsZxylew/w640-h426/DSC03316.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">My favorite section of the globe was, of course, the eagle flying over North America. It was a little hard to get this picture since it was near the top of the globe which was taller than me and full sun was shining it. I stood on my tiptoes and held the camera above my head. It took several tries to even get the eagle in the picture!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWhI2uy5adC1NEDmnKh0ljcytJ5z1W5kluizRq4Fs0YU1B6hf5oBhXweOwULevXXegRo36FCXQY0zeEfdpcGSsINjUFCWLwOQPhNr7DOGcNNg1dTbHl_rKHJ3xkuPxy0RnzNkgseU3A/s700/DSC03363.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWhI2uy5adC1NEDmnKh0ljcytJ5z1W5kluizRq4Fs0YU1B6hf5oBhXweOwULevXXegRo36FCXQY0zeEfdpcGSsINjUFCWLwOQPhNr7DOGcNNg1dTbHl_rKHJ3xkuPxy0RnzNkgseU3A/w640-h428/DSC03363.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCTVOYMJS0NVb8fHSATpldLk3XuZn-ERDIwPzD4USKa01A-TYBtlh6GmXRdXxP1960g3le1VJm3CQ878VzC7WCIvNHTofutF6BKVqP0cBJjC3j0ZDA6erpR76Y3A1jEVxqzt7jYxTvQ/s700/DSC03313.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCTVOYMJS0NVb8fHSATpldLk3XuZn-ERDIwPzD4USKa01A-TYBtlh6GmXRdXxP1960g3le1VJm3CQ878VzC7WCIvNHTofutF6BKVqP0cBJjC3j0ZDA6erpR76Y3A1jEVxqzt7jYxTvQ/w640-h426/DSC03313.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqMfCLWG7KF6B4rexk5VSbcfSFODN2lw_SuMVL0_X8A4Z2bamLSvSlg7zQr6nWeJNN7nZaL7u-OgqhUTxt71AQQQYyjpv15bayFbcOz8nFb9GVaJprd8Pt3T0AzYYVFcqkKOKBe8TeQ/s700/DSC03310.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqMfCLWG7KF6B4rexk5VSbcfSFODN2lw_SuMVL0_X8A4Z2bamLSvSlg7zQr6nWeJNN7nZaL7u-OgqhUTxt71AQQQYyjpv15bayFbcOz8nFb9GVaJprd8Pt3T0AzYYVFcqkKOKBe8TeQ/w640-h426/DSC03310.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh7NEKC4w4VJ-JFlmb6IYHYDPjPTmzL40uLOKi8Ng0oZMeb8RPsx7JvuvvmeCAdTTe3ZoXfGX2Nq75yVQeLvlZsGKUvPACKBhV2shBkgxBgJC6_MjdsJE6M4BOUC3LsUMS2OE_of7eQ/s700/DSC03312.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh7NEKC4w4VJ-JFlmb6IYHYDPjPTmzL40uLOKi8Ng0oZMeb8RPsx7JvuvvmeCAdTTe3ZoXfGX2Nq75yVQeLvlZsGKUvPACKBhV2shBkgxBgJC6_MjdsJE6M4BOUC3LsUMS2OE_of7eQ/w640-h428/DSC03312.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The idea of Cool Globes was to display "sculptures on the sidewalk, each depicting a solution to climate change, forcing people to confront the issue, but in a non-threatening manner."</span><span>(Cool Globes.org)</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"> You can't wander among the globes without realizing that we all need to do what we can to conserve energy and protect our world. I'm trying to be more conscious and change things like laundry habits, not leaving the water on when I brush my teeth, and turning off the lamp in the living room that used to stay on all day. Doing small things doesn't make a massive difference, but even small things help.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU7SjapEfZU-Mfd3IFzes7fzITyST4Jzeh4mwOvjSxwBzxAwKfuFLgajinChnohiV-Y04Vom4RJMLaQRoUWk25rbIBVmqd49wxn1FjXjX5UybIeGTvWdnWkhLIefT32OobAKe-EJ-Iw/s700/DSC03284.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU7SjapEfZU-Mfd3IFzes7fzITyST4Jzeh4mwOvjSxwBzxAwKfuFLgajinChnohiV-Y04Vom4RJMLaQRoUWk25rbIBVmqd49wxn1FjXjX5UybIeGTvWdnWkhLIefT32OobAKe-EJ-Iw/w640-h426/DSC03284.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">If you happen to be in the Little Rock area, I urge to to visit the exhibit. As the Chicago Tribune said "Cool Globes teaches while it delights." It was a delightful exhibit. If you're not in the area visit the <a href="https://www.coolglobes.org/">Cool Globe website</a> for information and images. Information I used to describe the globes was taken from plaques attached to the globe base.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Sorry this was long, but I do hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much if you stuck with me to the end!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0.3056px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-23420607219121064872021-07-07T20:45:00.000-05:002021-07-07T20:45:19.880-05:00Arkansas Quilt Trail - Part 2<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9h13koQD7tA3uL_cheKmhQMiXlX94Nwz4JIdmohJxFvwYR-fgZ69EdO_kd643EQ8osHM2gP-Es540ScYszoDACllUtHHPH0m7WCYHLaGXmedQTLKBZJEBnwRm5YS6RM07NFKL6BZfw/s700/DSC08655.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9h13koQD7tA3uL_cheKmhQMiXlX94Nwz4JIdmohJxFvwYR-fgZ69EdO_kd643EQ8osHM2gP-Es540ScYszoDACllUtHHPH0m7WCYHLaGXmedQTLKBZJEBnwRm5YS6RM07NFKL6BZfw/w640-h428/DSC08655.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'll begin the second post of the Quilt Trail excursion with a block that has one of our families' favorite things painted on it . . . a train engine!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Block #15</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3n61x34nCNXZW4blknaa3c6vTI0OUvLcJDiEVHti7vMZYQicLB_mFO1Nl7XjLOAdNc5boa7M7HtQBL_dkpCk99apwiMBk3hDxAByLgj31sjTCiqYXT_erdAA25LuDR9ycX6LNgO50Ag/s700/DSC08656.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3n61x34nCNXZW4blknaa3c6vTI0OUvLcJDiEVHti7vMZYQicLB_mFO1Nl7XjLOAdNc5boa7M7HtQBL_dkpCk99apwiMBk3hDxAByLgj31sjTCiqYXT_erdAA25LuDR9ycX6LNgO50Ag/w640-h428/DSC08656.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Rock Island</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This block was painted in "honor of all those, past and present, who've made the rail industry what it is today in Arkansas." The Rock Island Railroad has a special place in my family's hearts. It once ran at the back of our property, long ago when the red caboose was on the end!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Block #16</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVL0h71rYbEVDL9zBQ2Ja_VITSrXjXUi3P03NJVb0-_RQnZAAzn_0Q3dqESJbr_KIKmBZMHG_Hs599XfypI6ti1igCz9l1FgROpa5JLBHG9qUhVwW1JqgXKl8zTyopxb6gD7GyCW7meQ/s700/DSC08633.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVL0h71rYbEVDL9zBQ2Ja_VITSrXjXUi3P03NJVb0-_RQnZAAzn_0Q3dqESJbr_KIKmBZMHG_Hs599XfypI6ti1igCz9l1FgROpa5JLBHG9qUhVwW1JqgXKl8zTyopxb6gD7GyCW7meQ/w640-h428/DSC08633.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The Chamber of Commerce Building in downtown Perryville had quite a collection of quilt blocks. The one on the right is called Red and Yellow Pinwheel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Quilt Blocks #17 through 21</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkb1CLs3CWxRUMnGtW2bpWfp2FQrlUJl0DnIUtZ4VLFfbC0rRP1xDf8Y81eISReaegHcXaYo1QXBFMeoyexFZWwqSCqnKfGCfZQR08IpFu8cfV0LSqfmfuQtzNPzOnh2wxmkkSoA0IA/s700/DSC08632.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkb1CLs3CWxRUMnGtW2bpWfp2FQrlUJl0DnIUtZ4VLFfbC0rRP1xDf8Y81eISReaegHcXaYo1QXBFMeoyexFZWwqSCqnKfGCfZQR08IpFu8cfV0LSqfmfuQtzNPzOnh2wxmkkSoA0IA/w640-h426/DSC08632.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Several of the blocks at the Chamber of Commerce were not named nor had any information about their meaning. I noticed in this picture that there is a white tag on most of them. I wonder if these are for sale.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl-GAeP9WwkUwz2z1v6FKCaY1Z5fM1EuY7VdG6MoVmPLxLn4NW4gyf1K2wnUIBtWA2jvnrEmJxDifiPOxutwUfqwy7wKq0ijBOWacOjPGjE_TRGCYO-7cwRTiq3ul7lSll73OjxLGcA/s700/DSC08639.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl-GAeP9WwkUwz2z1v6FKCaY1Z5fM1EuY7VdG6MoVmPLxLn4NW4gyf1K2wnUIBtWA2jvnrEmJxDifiPOxutwUfqwy7wKq0ijBOWacOjPGjE_TRGCYO-7cwRTiq3ul7lSll73OjxLGcA/w640-h428/DSC08639.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This hummingbird block was one of my favorites!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Quilt Blocks #22 through # 28</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LTO4BJvJNU2vgIwCuYQd1sHc2iRkVdL6DUFWHsybAr5AI61cM2FcirIMScfdPpNRhFhPuZWQA7ofLC5XUZ87LLBBIfyxbrik3k-Yd7hLBrpb0ASAaGZ_elTxUX5HP14YgIe399scMQ/s700/DSC08636.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LTO4BJvJNU2vgIwCuYQd1sHc2iRkVdL6DUFWHsybAr5AI61cM2FcirIMScfdPpNRhFhPuZWQA7ofLC5XUZ87LLBBIfyxbrik3k-Yd7hLBrpb0ASAaGZ_elTxUX5HP14YgIe399scMQ/w640-h426/DSC08636.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Starting at the far left, is Crossed Canoes which was selected because of the lakes in Perry County.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The green and yellow one is named John Deere, chosen because the artist's "father-in-law's family were farmers. They always had John Deere tractors on their farm."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Right below that is the Irish Knot in honor of the artist's Irish heritage.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A wonderful patriotic square is in the center with </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Eight Point Star to the right of it. This block celebrates the stars that are very visible in the night skies over Perryville. "Stars are simple and complex at the same time. Life in a rural setting is often simple and complex at the same time."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The one under it is a bear paw pattern. There were no comments about this block, but I'm pretty sure there are bears in this area.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Entwined Squares is on the right. It "honors all the quilters in Perry County past and present who continue the tradition of quilting."</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quilt Blocks #29 through 31</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvQmk62UnQSyawwJRmoAkgwk-YmN3uxXMt_5HTWomQjx6iE6PFeUcntbRTp9ifCNIHf1KhDujuuTRWyvDIpyVIiDhWV9B-E-VSMIKguhwteRkBdYzohfIuGXzaEPgJqYQ6PEE5KAq8g/s700/DSC08634.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvQmk62UnQSyawwJRmoAkgwk-YmN3uxXMt_5HTWomQjx6iE6PFeUcntbRTp9ifCNIHf1KhDujuuTRWyvDIpyVIiDhWV9B-E-VSMIKguhwteRkBdYzohfIuGXzaEPgJqYQ6PEE5KAq8g/w640-h426/DSC08634.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">These patriotic blocks honor the veterans of Perry County.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quilt Block #32</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXMsezQGDN4lV_bbuq8T1Q711lSRc13wpnx3Bob9t9TyMUR5q-z-7XBIPKyBV6vbWROgsA7cDYjamYDih7AzbL4lQXhqmykoh06dKOo_5bO8iUiAhn6Nv6yCoqKtntI2hvCzH5REFIA/s700/DSC08649.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXMsezQGDN4lV_bbuq8T1Q711lSRc13wpnx3Bob9t9TyMUR5q-z-7XBIPKyBV6vbWROgsA7cDYjamYDih7AzbL4lQXhqmykoh06dKOo_5bO8iUiAhn6Nv6yCoqKtntI2hvCzH5REFIA/w640-h428/DSC08649.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">We felt a little uncomfortable taking a picture of this block. It was on the back wall of a garage. In order to get the picture we had to walk right up to the garage. It was called Lone Star Quilt Block, but it's not what I think of as a Lone Star. It looks more like a Eight Point Star to me, but I'm no expert at quilt block names. Notice the writing on the right side of the block. It's a record of the children's heights.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quilt Block #33</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkMbxFTatwu-DZbvKBoZ2Qx3wr7q3oF8bcez7C5A0_n6cGlUk60bv397WLN4xwggsNuld13QRtyrPmdUlaQQcWUsDobWgK0W-pHWFadckfGNoBIbPiI7DTGPtVksiTXKDkSdWt_wGmg/s700/DSC03694.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkMbxFTatwu-DZbvKBoZ2Qx3wr7q3oF8bcez7C5A0_n6cGlUk60bv397WLN4xwggsNuld13QRtyrPmdUlaQQcWUsDobWgK0W-pHWFadckfGNoBIbPiI7DTGPtVksiTXKDkSdWt_wGmg/w640-h426/DSC03694.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Star of Bethlehem</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The Star of Bethlehem represents this families commitment "to follow Jesus Christ. It is backed by a simple nine patch pattern of blue-green and white which symbolizes our National Forest and the old Christmas tree farm" which one existed at this location.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quilt Block #34 through #36</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7nqj-JhzmOP2PB1X_oPwyClNCExio1TW27hYWK02ZS9XCDT5X0J6owC2C_iQE_DlBodIhuxTbcVyaCTZGZDM-uPh0AU-03pgLf1ls1C4za_AGrrh13AvPs4ty_o7KYq34uiYV3HSJw/s700/DSC08652.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7nqj-JhzmOP2PB1X_oPwyClNCExio1TW27hYWK02ZS9XCDT5X0J6owC2C_iQE_DlBodIhuxTbcVyaCTZGZDM-uPh0AU-03pgLf1ls1C4za_AGrrh13AvPs4ty_o7KYq34uiYV3HSJw/s16000/DSC08652.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Wyoming Valley Star, Homestead Star, Swoon Block</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">These blocks were some of the more intricate ones we saw.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Quilt Blocks #37 and #38</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1HPHakeKVZh-35uY3ucr5zZC2FmRZz8RfkamgtH8fa7qot3yfMQD6JRNa4GQw0RjmJUYLSMhlM3jo1arXwj_GrtwWAddlWHn7NI9l30cVW9rFrGz4-BOBN2LJ_fEgeKlIP_-ADM1BQ/s700/DSC03691.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1HPHakeKVZh-35uY3ucr5zZC2FmRZz8RfkamgtH8fa7qot3yfMQD6JRNa4GQw0RjmJUYLSMhlM3jo1arXwj_GrtwWAddlWHn7NI9l30cVW9rFrGz4-BOBN2LJ_fEgeKlIP_-ADM1BQ/w640-h428/DSC03691.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Not all blocks we saw were on the quilt trail list. My sister spotted the American Flag and the Arkansas Flag on a barn set back from the rode. It was hard to get a decent picture of them. Storms were bringing in dark skies and the barn was pretty far away.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">That wraps up our Quilt Block hunt in Perry County. We're already planning our next trip in a different county.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Update: Ten more pictures have been added to my 100 Day Project page. Scroll back up to the top and look right under the header. You'll see a tab that will take you to that page. </span><p></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-45092967512978650872021-07-02T16:19:00.000-05:002021-07-02T16:19:35.942-05:00Arkansas Quilt Trail #1<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i> Happy Summer to you!</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I hope you're finding ways to stay cool. We definitely need COOL here as the heat index is quite often over 100 degrees!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span>Some days though, I just fight it and get out a sweat! Yesterday was one of those days. My sister and I went on a road </span><span>trip searching for painted quilt blocks in Perry County. The actual driving time was cool, but the taking picture time was hot! Thankfully it was a cloudy day which helped some with the heat and also helped with taking pictures mid-day.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span>Quilt designs have been painted on barns and other buildings for many, many years. In 2001 o</span>rganized quilt trails that you can follow began in the U.S. There are five counties in Arkansas that have official quilt trails. That doesn't mean that you won't see quilt blocks in other counties or even blocks not on the county list. Counties wanting to have an official quilt trail must have at least 12 quilts. Right now there are five counties in Arkansas with a quilt trail. There are eight more counties working toward that goal Those who wish to have their quilt blocks added to the trail have guidelines to meet and also must be willing to allow strangers (with cameras) on their property.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Block #1</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84CPFXJuWfpMvpk-PnIWKyoHE5zgw4UPvArKm3Mx-gCsJZNYo97qPdeD-pyQiA71_Z7bYZ6M0aeD3Nl3hZG8SfUXqYendy9NYyHcDY_72DmzogyI6e0UUH41vf-dRB8wYK-iFRsreIA/w640-h426/DSC03624.JPG" width="640" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Mixed Colors</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Our first quilt block was difficult to find. We were at the right address, but after driving deep onto the property to the house we didn't see a block hanging on any of the buildings. Fortunately I had printed out a picture of each of the blocks from the quilt trail website. We saw that this one was nailed to a tree, not a building. We drove back out to the road and turned the opposite direction from which we arrived and there it was. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVZUPJPxo8NDnNgu6bl-KjByPaoxGzVc0SIM_LSg8AO7ZiWElnBLavUyd7h6AK9PH8l5aHOEG-0F61BIOoG68XYVP9Sjp2HAP_Hx4nB2NaL1MUxzEnMB8VRnrFlrAeiBTAUY5c0CuaA/s700/DSC03622.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVZUPJPxo8NDnNgu6bl-KjByPaoxGzVc0SIM_LSg8AO7ZiWElnBLavUyd7h6AK9PH8l5aHOEG-0F61BIOoG68XYVP9Sjp2HAP_Hx4nB2NaL1MUxzEnMB8VRnrFlrAeiBTAUY5c0CuaA/w640-h426/DSC03622.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Many of the places we stopped had other beautiful things to take pictures of. This lovely garden scene was by the mailbox.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uTpDG6dcLHlOnrOuFUK4Fgo6-Wq9SD29XOymSR1LUqirt7IM2AeWrLXhCMwNALzCe0f01a8_awdBmUStf6vulKr2ALsQ7soAKWFO0xl16Yzly5QIR607NbWT57XiaeJcbJzVS5c3Yg/s700/DSC03619.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uTpDG6dcLHlOnrOuFUK4Fgo6-Wq9SD29XOymSR1LUqirt7IM2AeWrLXhCMwNALzCe0f01a8_awdBmUStf6vulKr2ALsQ7soAKWFO0xl16Yzly5QIR607NbWT57XiaeJcbJzVS5c3Yg/w640-h426/DSC03619.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This is the mailbox post. What caught my attention was the heart-shaped rock.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Block #2</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6iW2ClPw4b6JxMBspAGweEZ6lSAJnzj2MnLJuNFPd0P-q9xPDXAq11LkVFzrKUQDza0Pnmp4MVLWLEkr_xDA4D6Bja_lkrguLKQB005nl385g4ngsydpeAGzFbipNnq_iU9wAB_M8w/s700/DSC08626.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6iW2ClPw4b6JxMBspAGweEZ6lSAJnzj2MnLJuNFPd0P-q9xPDXAq11LkVFzrKUQDza0Pnmp4MVLWLEkr_xDA4D6Bja_lkrguLKQB005nl385g4ngsydpeAGzFbipNnq_iU9wAB_M8w/w640-h426/DSC08626.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Welcome Home</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The owner of this barn, which she believes is called a Gothic or rainbow arch barn, received her quilt block as a Christmas present. She says that "it's easy to see that the sight of the barn and quilt block is like a 'welcome home' greeting."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Blocks #3 and #4</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve3F38BOp3_SEsXRm1c31bQA6WM6gJLb551nHRPPd-aC66GgCbZK57ontfjQqjidWs52DHh2R54tsCDPCl551lSOycPsugb7uxCg6u2hYdnf59g8AkxOd_DHovdzS_w9YgAT6rNKtRQ/s700/2021-07-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="467" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve3F38BOp3_SEsXRm1c31bQA6WM6gJLb551nHRPPd-aC66GgCbZK57ontfjQqjidWs52DHh2R54tsCDPCl551lSOycPsugb7uxCg6u2hYdnf59g8AkxOd_DHovdzS_w9YgAT6rNKtRQ/w426-h640/2021-07-01.jpg" width="426" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Dreamer's Weave and Sunbonnet Sue</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">These blocks have a funny story behind them. We were traveling highways trying to be safe and looking for addresses at the same time. Neither of us see far into the distance, so we were grateful when the numbers were large. We spotted the very large numbers, pulled in the driveway, and once again didn't see the quilt blocks. As we checked the pictures I'd brought of the blocks we began to laugh. Both of us were concentrating so hard on finding the right number we totally missed the quilt blocks. Don't judge . . . we're getting older you know!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Blocks #5 through #13</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUfT2iWbeopWggP1n9iAkl13hhCHbCl5pyLJcwXEDFEA2r4DrEYzVFKD_lpnskLvvY2Jfdaj0irmU7BG1PR0H1-mC_j3jz9W302WbcszY9IMXuuyVAosRDYouLWHSj9BbX9PF8DjarA/s700/2021-07-011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUfT2iWbeopWggP1n9iAkl13hhCHbCl5pyLJcwXEDFEA2r4DrEYzVFKD_lpnskLvvY2Jfdaj0irmU7BG1PR0H1-mC_j3jz9W302WbcszY9IMXuuyVAosRDYouLWHSj9BbX9PF8DjarA/w640-h426/2021-07-011.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">The Quilted Barn and Home Sweet Home</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">One of our favorite stops was at the Double D Lazy T Bed, Breakfast & Barn. Yes! We did see the blocks on the mailbox this time! There were a total of nine quilt blocks on their property. I understand that the owner painted all the blocks herself. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzmhOSH07RbQRi9J_cEceP2-ym-kwTAI8t814TwITdGD-rUdsr8ndLUkpFD1FF-ZTLBIPkeO66XVCT1jaKeEyjpaz5j9wwuVQEa3Y0cX70vZRoizWPLYzNZv9lebuIc-ykHc84sB05w/s700/DSC03639.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzmhOSH07RbQRi9J_cEceP2-ym-kwTAI8t814TwITdGD-rUdsr8ndLUkpFD1FF-ZTLBIPkeO66XVCT1jaKeEyjpaz5j9wwuVQEa3Y0cX70vZRoizWPLYzNZv9lebuIc-ykHc84sB05w/w640-h426/DSC03639.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Patriotic Pinwheel</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This quilt design is painted directly on the silo. There's a little story behind this one. The owner tried her best to give this old silo away. No one wanted it, so she decided to make it a thing of beauty by painting it and adding the quilt block. She succeeded! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqMzgqCuxOOmrse9aFdtMuqdcXZZAg21kFFa7degjFIIDJEMkxTGjirrsEaYjq_2XObbBsjYTjJwmvB6dFfL9EFhNP0pnKKGCMfHCfB-FhdQMkXsF9kb3FybQhejzDh3R8jZLp7MTrw/s700/DSC03664.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqMzgqCuxOOmrse9aFdtMuqdcXZZAg21kFFa7degjFIIDJEMkxTGjirrsEaYjq_2XObbBsjYTjJwmvB6dFfL9EFhNP0pnKKGCMfHCfB-FhdQMkXsF9kb3FybQhejzDh3R8jZLp7MTrw/w640-h426/DSC03664.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Betsy Ross</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This one hangs on the olde</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">st remaining "barn" on this property which is her childhood home place.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TXTmBHcQQMF-5n9yc3Ul-6f4YbLjglbkvxJ0HkhWFPMtOzqiDuEen_XVcp1WfsgHX63Scg71OfkyYONkb-4jH5hggC0v1zqBHSTIRlq9PY6olceIqaDgDSJnMHpLKCVawr_oycf0gA/s700/DSC03643.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TXTmBHcQQMF-5n9yc3Ul-6f4YbLjglbkvxJ0HkhWFPMtOzqiDuEen_XVcp1WfsgHX63Scg71OfkyYONkb-4jH5hggC0v1zqBHSTIRlq9PY6olceIqaDgDSJnMHpLKCVawr_oycf0gA/w640-h426/DSC03643.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Dresden Plates</span></i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">She used a quilt pattern from her family collection to paint these blocks. She says that to her they look more like bright sunflowers than Dresden plates. I agree.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KVeKdrzeMSg8AhmEbMnNxG3JWpcnIHexP87pBhMAWfiGWT95LQWBehMnb4vkC6_7LHvsQgHqyFdZSRudHwiqJlFh-Be3UYxlu8sU76h_NRVm8ZA3bq8bAGXBcajhl4MquR4_X0kjZw/s700/DSC03647.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KVeKdrzeMSg8AhmEbMnNxG3JWpcnIHexP87pBhMAWfiGWT95LQWBehMnb4vkC6_7LHvsQgHqyFdZSRudHwiqJlFh-Be3UYxlu8sU76h_NRVm8ZA3bq8bAGXBcajhl4MquR4_X0kjZw/w640-h426/DSC03647.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Star Spangled and Flags & a Star</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Finally we come to the Bed, Breakfast & Barn. Two blocks greet you as you arrive at the front door. The front porch is so pretty and fun! I say fun because that is one funny lady on the left of the door.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVmSwdjpMlShDeIwKiLi3pUFutT1jUFWfqDmhjpdPCU4vwGKkgalOJZvczef9C-ZjZnW_VzzGDhtKcI_8upu92b7hjnWhJSuVYenglo6qLAfkysfGCqE-opPtw_9RcWkHpeX88mtpnA/s700/DSC03651.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVmSwdjpMlShDeIwKiLi3pUFutT1jUFWfqDmhjpdPCU4vwGKkgalOJZvczef9C-ZjZnW_VzzGDhtKcI_8upu92b7hjnWhJSuVYenglo6qLAfkysfGCqE-opPtw_9RcWkHpeX88mtpnA/w640-h426/DSC03651.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">By holding my camera against the door glass, I was able to take a peek inside. </span></span></p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetUrDKkDohTJgSNq_c4xPEp25DvrcbVIJegEy-KTCLZA-Ul1wXV8cyh97-yB0H5Vc1jUWiS5IT9qliDikXPV2gp0QCX9nuHV95B093syf5_w6BsoDDd30yriBOQ5tuT2Q3xtA0RgVIg/s700/DSC03645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetUrDKkDohTJgSNq_c4xPEp25DvrcbVIJegEy-KTCLZA-Ul1wXV8cyh97-yB0H5Vc1jUWiS5IT9qliDikXPV2gp0QCX9nuHV95B093syf5_w6BsoDDd30yriBOQ5tuT2Q3xtA0RgVIg/w640-h426/DSC03645.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Not only did she have quilt blocks, but she had yard art.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilC6hAqOt2j12e-4Sz51SLVXbuJ0niXkhL7Lq8jJhvrvN9_iY9H63OpCWAzMhcbM6xCMI5pGHyfN8vpDs4ynBmm4vWWuylkklbBRS15hiRZfXACeb7q02Okj2tJySG88ABXRMmJPTY9Q/s700/DSC03674.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilC6hAqOt2j12e-4Sz51SLVXbuJ0niXkhL7Lq8jJhvrvN9_iY9H63OpCWAzMhcbM6xCMI5pGHyfN8vpDs4ynBmm4vWWuylkklbBRS15hiRZfXACeb7q02Okj2tJySG88ABXRMmJPTY9Q/w640-h426/DSC03674.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">More art.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quilt Block #14</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qAq7b-XZv5gKwdiRVLrXQl4-FQhnxivh_rPb_U31qvZ2GPhGuIIpFLWDQ80DqifLuyBHpr1Gq2gNkJxrLFcEIysoZkWEpwwFf9kqhklRtFLDLPhS3R8QsBiLPibrLf-bf-y5Kpnn2g/s700/DSC03684.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qAq7b-XZv5gKwdiRVLrXQl4-FQhnxivh_rPb_U31qvZ2GPhGuIIpFLWDQ80DqifLuyBHpr1Gq2gNkJxrLFcEIysoZkWEpwwFf9kqhklRtFLDLPhS3R8QsBiLPibrLf-bf-y5Kpnn2g/w640-h426/DSC03684.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Mariner's Compass</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This was one of my favorite quilt blocks. Not only is it beautiful, but the home and yard were beautiful too! The owner of this block had a special story about her block. "Compasses are used not only by mariners by also by Aviators. The Mariner's Compass was chosen as a fond reminder of many years my husband spend as a USAF Navigator in the C-130 airplane."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpN2BKRwvEjrvUX16gUMETaj2nBqLFV6YnbUPo_JLqLPXo2JLG93FQFUMv1LjOIR4njYYI9KR2f1MN_hylWIX9h5t6-HE6LFYL2mYdhYkHfxLi7giPMSIoJ9Dtimd1vEMfJg0A4gfFQ/s700/DSC03686.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpN2BKRwvEjrvUX16gUMETaj2nBqLFV6YnbUPo_JLqLPXo2JLG93FQFUMv1LjOIR4njYYI9KR2f1MN_hylWIX9h5t6-HE6LFYL2mYdhYkHfxLi7giPMSIoJ9Dtimd1vEMfJg0A4gfFQ/w640-h426/DSC03686.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Is this not the cutest way to have your name and street number posted?</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMK7WAbjfBhV1UDvwAMsM0hkJ9faVC_vSKXIODTqR2LQcuOd-6YJsEsCg-tDFOANFpEHWnjBxkOQgCoCndLqUvUK-AGJb7XDHL5RdSZN3cHnZzfQecy_NtOY0ozxoyd76jknqLsyn6_A/s700/DSC03689.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMK7WAbjfBhV1UDvwAMsM0hkJ9faVC_vSKXIODTqR2LQcuOd-6YJsEsCg-tDFOANFpEHWnjBxkOQgCoCndLqUvUK-AGJb7XDHL5RdSZN3cHnZzfQecy_NtOY0ozxoyd76jknqLsyn6_A/w640-h426/DSC03689.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The flowers in her yard were huge and gorgeous.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This is going to be all I show today. I don't want to bore you with tons of pictures. I'll do another post soon with the rest of the quilt trail blocks.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">More information on Arkansas' Quilt Trails can be found <a href="http://arkansasquilttrails.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Update: Ten more pictures have been added to my 100 Day Project page. Scroll back up to the top and look right under the header. You'll see a tab that will take you to that page. I'm slow about getting these posted so you will see some ice!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-258725199373850882021-04-24T10:33:00.002-05:002021-04-24T10:33:35.911-05:00Azaleas in Bloom<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0IXTkag4iWObPjJ6bAnUDcP3NHx_2y1KouQjOhz7EwO4mpZE7AWctRi6WaNd_qGjnHfTnbJ3asg8arzxfO208aM8XGH43U3BYQgiWXXveFEOUdE7And3Rklr96NUBPuOEIParcxnKw/s700/DSC07517.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0IXTkag4iWObPjJ6bAnUDcP3NHx_2y1KouQjOhz7EwO4mpZE7AWctRi6WaNd_qGjnHfTnbJ3asg8arzxfO208aM8XGH43U3BYQgiWXXveFEOUdE7And3Rklr96NUBPuOEIParcxnKw/w640-h426/DSC07517.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I was terribly worried about my azalea bushes after the week of below freezing temperatures we had this winter. I can't tell you how many times I've walked around them the last few weeks looking for signs of life.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBb5CqJC6Vw_RjSIMGx7oM2tiOQ5ZZN_PRNEW2PrHh4ihhuEashKvKg9blO-a1te4PXzAs2JWEKuF7kztHfjs-a72rJ1i2T1HssVpO_RZ022Zu1AC7TBeJKpiU00VJmDBkCLulu7JYZg/s700/DSC07577.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBb5CqJC6Vw_RjSIMGx7oM2tiOQ5ZZN_PRNEW2PrHh4ihhuEashKvKg9blO-a1te4PXzAs2JWEKuF7kztHfjs-a72rJ1i2T1HssVpO_RZ022Zu1AC7TBeJKpiU00VJmDBkCLulu7JYZg/w640-h426/DSC07577.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I have 23 azalea bushes in my shade gardens. They range from about a foot-and-a-half tall to about ten feet. They have grown and flourished under the shade of oak trees, but as you can see this winter was disastrous to some of them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniG3rdXvQBReUOtcorSFL4Ib6LuwOGrvl54EDuNccPnUimdJeXxacbxapyKeePXhmqvCC5TmqAhu0fpY6AllIZVCON5tQBWByc6YQHj3hTTAj0AZcEk0RJhtnWtYvS_l3kF7UfiE7Yw/s700/DSC07579.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniG3rdXvQBReUOtcorSFL4Ib6LuwOGrvl54EDuNccPnUimdJeXxacbxapyKeePXhmqvCC5TmqAhu0fpY6AllIZVCON5tQBWByc6YQHj3hTTAj0AZcEk0RJhtnWtYvS_l3kF7UfiE7Yw/w640-h428/DSC07579.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I'm not giving up on them quite yet. I will leave them alone and let them recover. Even the one that looks the worst has a little new growth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKRzf0wWQ0QImQAf5eNom6b04WHGCHBy2LUzW-o-OnetKHik2d582h8SXRyrUWbjN1D5V3pNE-FmQtXk0hgE5DFlJizMJk5D2qyjbe3jDmbJZrq-QSgyewE1IBzJfseArH0RhHpOJXw/s700/DSC07568.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKRzf0wWQ0QImQAf5eNom6b04WHGCHBy2LUzW-o-OnetKHik2d582h8SXRyrUWbjN1D5V3pNE-FmQtXk0hgE5DFlJizMJk5D2qyjbe3jDmbJZrq-QSgyewE1IBzJfseArH0RhHpOJXw/w640-h426/DSC07568.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Then there was the two nights of near freezing temperatures this week. There's no way I could cover the azaleas; too many and too tall! The morning frost ruined a lot of the smaller flowers.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGlSdpxGUGoELdXwEVG7XXi21eL52Osx-EUzt-UG-TuFx46zrauTwwZVm-8WkGcJbGQ1c2gPAhTqx04nsmeBr03matAT5pUfW065IYVVZ_Xg5Qem0SUuOauIUgburht6-itZUdQ9EFw/s700/DSC07576.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGlSdpxGUGoELdXwEVG7XXi21eL52Osx-EUzt-UG-TuFx46zrauTwwZVm-8WkGcJbGQ1c2gPAhTqx04nsmeBr03matAT5pUfW065IYVVZ_Xg5Qem0SUuOauIUgburht6-itZUdQ9EFw/w640-h426/DSC07576.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">One of the tallest bushes has only one pink blossom. That one small flower gives me hope that they'll recover.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bmMn-QWNtC0E9qkRTVJ-U92iNk9wJfpwTsEmhCpYLNrSfTy1eGV3_t2aymxQx6jfm_GGruSesXTdiLdBDrfk_fBN5H1MnXYESHNgQZQOMtCgHlbQhSEfp-LgZe0HDrCVyYrZfG9Egw/s700/DSC07556.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bmMn-QWNtC0E9qkRTVJ-U92iNk9wJfpwTsEmhCpYLNrSfTy1eGV3_t2aymxQx6jfm_GGruSesXTdiLdBDrfk_fBN5H1MnXYESHNgQZQOMtCgHlbQhSEfp-LgZe0HDrCVyYrZfG9Egw/w640-h428/DSC07556.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rest of the bushes are blooming. Maybe there aren't as many blooms as in years past, but the ones that are there are spectacular!</div></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9Y3oAB9x13xbbKWwj7A030eO8r0rmsNIlmqwn3WeiPJEJMHuBg_BY4rjoZFLZ8pgBFClQsFWQH14uC8Lx3NWJ3o_i9fxF4E9TXNEddD3FTRKgyrLsRbVUjpkrxSzp21YyxdaT8EwUg/s700/DSC07546.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9Y3oAB9x13xbbKWwj7A030eO8r0rmsNIlmqwn3WeiPJEJMHuBg_BY4rjoZFLZ8pgBFClQsFWQH14uC8Lx3NWJ3o_i9fxF4E9TXNEddD3FTRKgyrLsRbVUjpkrxSzp21YyxdaT8EwUg/w640-h426/DSC07546.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X2rt9rXmVvA2kV7cEc6Xi43YUR7job3RgucucdM19b3bIeGAO5Az956opY6UZXShTns14XbDHJSWztyB6PzS1xlQqlsFQhRyJypCcVXD941apoK6FdQIMezV0ptvGFPGKpQEEhIQxw/s700/DSC07583.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X2rt9rXmVvA2kV7cEc6Xi43YUR7job3RgucucdM19b3bIeGAO5Az956opY6UZXShTns14XbDHJSWztyB6PzS1xlQqlsFQhRyJypCcVXD941apoK6FdQIMezV0ptvGFPGKpQEEhIQxw/w640-h428/DSC07583.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8W9OAqpuf9s7RHp5rGeF75cOjCvBDGiHaTKguF0bKFHksldPX8ng9YC8qrjoizhi1JbqbAWcjLGYevkxs4E7aDKfFsOn1BEFtZGop1EIt_-mVAYPrqrxOQuerY7N9U59zZn0p8pzfw/s700/DSC07565.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8W9OAqpuf9s7RHp5rGeF75cOjCvBDGiHaTKguF0bKFHksldPX8ng9YC8qrjoizhi1JbqbAWcjLGYevkxs4E7aDKfFsOn1BEFtZGop1EIt_-mVAYPrqrxOQuerY7N9U59zZn0p8pzfw/w640-h426/DSC07565.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I am not a gardener! I don't plant flower gardens or vegetable gardens. I took the easy way out and planted several shade gardens with lots of perennials that need little or no care; just water and feed them is about it. I'm pretty fond of Hostas, too. They compliment my azaleas and are pretty all summer long.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rYg6ITEuZgubkD4-PixCeMY0qGMwmJnqZIldQ4lqze9wL6do7aT_5kX9uc8rsiNFWeQuA2_Qvxw9sFRwVYFaZp_sgAQedCKL53WX4RdW0kKYDFbaHnOce3Wf1TShRLp3ZqZZt5pYqg/s700/DSC07593.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rYg6ITEuZgubkD4-PixCeMY0qGMwmJnqZIldQ4lqze9wL6do7aT_5kX9uc8rsiNFWeQuA2_Qvxw9sFRwVYFaZp_sgAQedCKL53WX4RdW0kKYDFbaHnOce3Wf1TShRLp3ZqZZt5pYqg/w640-h426/DSC07593.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbqtwECCR4dT_WJ-585NYYqTTkXFlEFRzaKa1Ia-EkfGRlaqtdCoM1k9cYRkS6BEQnyzRWmi-sgjA7bHAXZprISiY72q4Weh-qMeB9FVOXWtEvH40MCr8eUI9iXQt0BKl1zw6XnxtAA/s700/DSC07602.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbqtwECCR4dT_WJ-585NYYqTTkXFlEFRzaKa1Ia-EkfGRlaqtdCoM1k9cYRkS6BEQnyzRWmi-sgjA7bHAXZprISiY72q4Weh-qMeB9FVOXWtEvH40MCr8eUI9iXQt0BKl1zw6XnxtAA/w640-h428/DSC07602.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Here's a little story and some of you have probably heard it before, but I'll end with it. Garvan Woodland Gardens was my inspiration for planting azaleas. The gardens began when a wonderful lady planted bushes at her future homesite. The house was never built, but the bushes flourished in the woods. When I saw all her azaleas, I decided I wanted to do something similar. I had the perfect garden area, under oak trees which would provide the necessary shade. The first spring they bloomed my dad came walking down our driveway. He looked at all my azaleas and said, "it looks like a cemetery down here." That was not quite what I had in mind! I still laugh about that today!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">If you have some extra time, I've added 8 more pictures on the 100 Day Project page. Scroll back up to the top and look right under the header. You'll see a tab that will take you to that page. Just a reminder that I started this project on February 1, 2021, so pictures do not reflect current happenings.</span></div><p></p></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-20035443659192670612021-04-16T09:59:00.001-05:002021-04-16T09:59:56.673-05:00100 Day Project <p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyMNOkJYJyuHaqObF-uxFm7L1q0CYhkIowuKwNgCZQOIvA0wU61H8xAWGWHwDwbYmCMAnWtjrRgaIbY7I0OPzHnRKvobgtoymbsALSQnlVF_EAhuOpLL_eQCeffWNI0H65x-E6MzbXg/s700/DSC02114.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyMNOkJYJyuHaqObF-uxFm7L1q0CYhkIowuKwNgCZQOIvA0wU61H8xAWGWHwDwbYmCMAnWtjrRgaIbY7I0OPzHnRKvobgtoymbsALSQnlVF_EAhuOpLL_eQCeffWNI0H65x-E6MzbXg/w640-h428/DSC02114.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I belong to a Facebook group of photographers. Most of us "met" several years ago taking online classes. When I first took an online photography class I didn't know anyone in the group. One class led to another and I began to be drawn to certain photographers and their photos. That led to an amazingly, wonderful Facebook group where we share our photographs, our ideas, our lives, and so much more. Even though I've never met any of these girls in person, they are some of my closest friends.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K1XW7hbUFAJtS6fvuvDVL5cLe9TlADQZCseAckEu3ogMw1h__ba_KhJXGaKJYV1wieGo7gdpwhj0gShAyTN4TC4MuQsbdWErD9a8g4MlNJA5mUhuyZlmY52Eb4otaiOS2aXvBOnpDg/s700/DSC02131.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K1XW7hbUFAJtS6fvuvDVL5cLe9TlADQZCseAckEu3ogMw1h__ba_KhJXGaKJYV1wieGo7gdpwhj0gShAyTN4TC4MuQsbdWErD9a8g4MlNJA5mUhuyZlmY52Eb4otaiOS2aXvBOnpDg/w640-h426/DSC02131.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">We also share activities that we are participating in. So when someone asked "are any of you doing the 100 Day Project" I had to check it out. The 100 Day project originally began as class assignment in 2006 by a Yale graphic design professor, Michael Bierut. Students were to choose a design operation and repeat it every day for 100 days. In 2013 Elle Luna and some of her friends took up the project and wow, did it spread. I just checked #the100dayproject on Instagram and found that there are 1,048,738 posts! Amazing!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfj6qRgoowIdA6ILuxPVGo5-jOre3ryrswQAYM_LnExM_8BVWCeHykj-zEKYdPZnHalriaXTHyQ4dQ59Kff6hPGa1C-0_HsuonFa-DnKqISLkVNSqEbFj183cG7OwwYqFakeqF2_hsA/s700/DSC02161.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfj6qRgoowIdA6ILuxPVGo5-jOre3ryrswQAYM_LnExM_8BVWCeHykj-zEKYdPZnHalriaXTHyQ4dQ59Kff6hPGa1C-0_HsuonFa-DnKqISLkVNSqEbFj183cG7OwwYqFakeqF2_hsA/w640-h426/DSC02161.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">It's a simple thing to do: choose a creative project and do it every day for 100 days and share it online. Since I don't do IG, I share my pictures with my FB photography group.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89OvnNjAQH0QNPVli_GloF65VDXof5CrTY24jWSr6TJuw1kCrSGSMwR9LHpOeUPGWYD8Mx6FFT0TJaBkIsm_LgxtDL26IVJzY2OgArKEeC19CSkcs8h4vUz41Uboi88Sv6BCDr_1k5A/s700/DSC02170.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89OvnNjAQH0QNPVli_GloF65VDXof5CrTY24jWSr6TJuw1kCrSGSMwR9LHpOeUPGWYD8Mx6FFT0TJaBkIsm_LgxtDL26IVJzY2OgArKEeC19CSkcs8h4vUz41Uboi88Sv6BCDr_1k5A/w640-h426/DSC02170.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Enough information, let me move on to my project. I've chosen to take a macro/close-up picture for 100 days. Are you surprised it involved photography? Probably not!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLGZywxm6ZDkm6PyLk1TCn8V7j3TwYkVySBqaSsJLU4yWW5rSYsXQutQZ8bnH7kkQKhWyU1d40asjcWA2uPz5KFXvNljfJpbz2IBk0m6G8wtI6PP1XMU7LwZhWLNKt-MLbkdeejBr7w/s700/DSC02185.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLGZywxm6ZDkm6PyLk1TCn8V7j3TwYkVySBqaSsJLU4yWW5rSYsXQutQZ8bnH7kkQKhWyU1d40asjcWA2uPz5KFXvNljfJpbz2IBk0m6G8wtI6PP1XMU7LwZhWLNKt-MLbkdeejBr7w/w640-h426/DSC02185.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">When I first began I thought it would be a challenge to do this everyday, but it hasn't been. It has been a pleasure to hold my camera each day, find something to photograph, and then after uploading the picture to my computer seeing the details, colors, and textures of things up close.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJXVywp6C37pfHnxSRY741YK83lZ_SVd_MmwwMuAGjBIAx4GiLH_3oLjrhpoiB6-QAzWqZPG8s35xGJFI_8pp00ea5e8tNHe_Kp1pqJ2VIOHiD3-41lYTaf313HeA16AFQffXKGFPTQ/s2048/DSC02194.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJXVywp6C37pfHnxSRY741YK83lZ_SVd_MmwwMuAGjBIAx4GiLH_3oLjrhpoiB6-QAzWqZPG8s35xGJFI_8pp00ea5e8tNHe_Kp1pqJ2VIOHiD3-41lYTaf313HeA16AFQffXKGFPTQ/w640-h426/DSC02194.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I've wanted to write this post for 74 days! That's when I first began my project. Now, I'll be catching up. It may take me a while, since I don't want to flood you with too many pictures. I also created a new page with my project pictures. If you look right below the header, you'll see the words "100 Day Project 2021" Click on that and it will take you to the pictures for this project with a short phrase or description.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeALYapC05m2Uz-HuNnVkAfA-48U0XBiu201K4wQSrob7mbAV51nzQ09KweftV3vGCkqOw6lsibk7Q70jfeug1WppXO0uQy-Ne3876U6aDzAjqauK8YpqG7Iqtjmk_-WgJNDSWUfCHQ/s2048/DSC02205.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeALYapC05m2Uz-HuNnVkAfA-48U0XBiu201K4wQSrob7mbAV51nzQ09KweftV3vGCkqOw6lsibk7Q70jfeug1WppXO0uQy-Ne3876U6aDzAjqauK8YpqG7Iqtjmk_-WgJNDSWUfCHQ/w640-h428/DSC02205.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-91457402415478372642021-02-23T08:56:00.000-06:002021-02-23T08:56:41.267-06:00It Snowed!!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IRaWQFs3lMjyvvHxEAsHW8rEhPa1To2mXtGLT76eV3gwoS8iyxIzRKmPqbdIc-jWUIr96JS-2EAmnsR2exRKZGdsD_0gJ7DILkXwKwi2SPaCCn0XH8iW1gCDRdc8EhsLqcno-Ex7Ig/s2048/DSC06037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IRaWQFs3lMjyvvHxEAsHW8rEhPa1To2mXtGLT76eV3gwoS8iyxIzRKmPqbdIc-jWUIr96JS-2EAmnsR2exRKZGdsD_0gJ7DILkXwKwi2SPaCCn0XH8iW1gCDRdc8EhsLqcno-Ex7Ig/w640-h428/DSC06037.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I entitled my last post "Let It Snow!" It did! It snowed and snowed and snowed. It snowed several inches on Monday and then snowed all day Wednesday and into the night. We received a total of thirteen inches over one inch of ice that was already on the ground. This was a history making storm, breaking several weather records. It was also the third longest streak of below freezing temperatures since 1879 when Arkansas starting recording its weather: 209 consecutive hours below freezing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlmVDOC4FNYXpaDdQ5TIPxdechT14ZU4DLd7sBcB_-AedW1Ta8FkbtLhv_aqeF8WQeaincWPfcyW5w5sjRbQzmbWU2GvHwWZEEm_p0bioXC7XcmAyw5oSjBIQuRuM4pIGS-nFdycQ0Q//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="869" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlmVDOC4FNYXpaDdQ5TIPxdechT14ZU4DLd7sBcB_-AedW1Ta8FkbtLhv_aqeF8WQeaincWPfcyW5w5sjRbQzmbWU2GvHwWZEEm_p0bioXC7XcmAyw5oSjBIQuRuM4pIGS-nFdycQ0Q/w400-h219/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">That's enough facts. I didn't post today to recite facts, but to let you see the beautiful snow! I'm still recovering from the second lithotripsy, so I wasn't able to play outside very much. Just a few short trips close to the house. The day it snowed all day, I found the perfect spot to watch it as I rested. Our guest room has a large window and a warm bed!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0u7twKWvd2BM3qXI5mkgkaliIJAn0B-rxAWwZNPQQGfzOm-X5MutG0MWDLVcTt6w3wy-6_ltLpW1H4it2nSgBNPiCBU7ZcGYmUMZCNmi7uC_-YuOSuIXDTFmBqPiJq3ygj8HSqu2MA/s4896/DSC05994.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="4896" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0u7twKWvd2BM3qXI5mkgkaliIJAn0B-rxAWwZNPQQGfzOm-X5MutG0MWDLVcTt6w3wy-6_ltLpW1H4it2nSgBNPiCBU7ZcGYmUMZCNmi7uC_-YuOSuIXDTFmBqPiJq3ygj8HSqu2MA/w640-h480/DSC05994.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I watched the snow accumulate on the bare tree limbs. I love bare trees. I love to see those limbs stretching in all directions. They are especially fascinating when covered with snow.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5x9hkt4fRTe92W-I0wcs5PdSp8QsU3Xn_0avwIusP9YJqUAM2CEBdalPNW1VzFoWgCp7TU3d3eQmLExOmHUu3WLkJur11wig1Ol3PJiRu71oV0sr3q67zfgG41DemtdnHtajZ1oEfpg/s2048/DSC06007-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5x9hkt4fRTe92W-I0wcs5PdSp8QsU3Xn_0avwIusP9YJqUAM2CEBdalPNW1VzFoWgCp7TU3d3eQmLExOmHUu3WLkJur11wig1Ol3PJiRu71oV0sr3q67zfgG41DemtdnHtajZ1oEfpg/w640-h480/DSC06007-001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Looks like the birds were snowed in!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisT-0tnbQ14NZoxmN3gjEotciCcJ_97EHD7fS4W_Pq28DQLSWBnanjGLXL-AMxLTTVNCK8RE0EMQpYkqoFKyxbcDwJjj0lt76BlNfc88el30G1PnCu1cXDPSq6Z0iaqU55pq6nHf8WGQ/s2048/DSC06023-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1364" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisT-0tnbQ14NZoxmN3gjEotciCcJ_97EHD7fS4W_Pq28DQLSWBnanjGLXL-AMxLTTVNCK8RE0EMQpYkqoFKyxbcDwJjj0lt76BlNfc88el30G1PnCu1cXDPSq6Z0iaqU55pq6nHf8WGQ/w266-h400/DSC06023-001.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">At the end of the full day of snowfall we finally saw the sun and melting began. I took a lot of pictures from inside looking out.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQCdIP4TCYaKmt83YTtVv4nuGlHBUREpiXMpJ0fOwoVLO3Am7ojlzM_mRV9fujljm0K7XsRP_PwIaGr8Ch9bE2rhTkQ6IAt90ERJad4XLOXGnNY6CyAgU4NQh1nabv1idoG9LYuJ-GQ/s2048/DSC06058.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQCdIP4TCYaKmt83YTtVv4nuGlHBUREpiXMpJ0fOwoVLO3Am7ojlzM_mRV9fujljm0K7XsRP_PwIaGr8Ch9bE2rhTkQ6IAt90ERJad4XLOXGnNY6CyAgU4NQh1nabv1idoG9LYuJ-GQ/w640-h428/DSC06058.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We live in the city limits of the biggest city in the state. But, we live rurally so there's no snow plows coming to dig us out. Jerry worked hard at keeping our driveway cleared in case we needed out. Thankfully we didn't. He'd come up missing and I'd open the door and hear him plowing the neighbor's drives and roadways. I know he was being nice, but actually, it was just a good excuse to play in the snow!</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaZLiwMnIYUIH2qiKpkjJjcoFyqh7LbS6BgZPuRb1rYrkBlLQMJUQXrnbyMabeIVyovT6qyoWYxzw7EGKUWD9ZMn82ycXL8VrydJ5SyRZU21Tvt9dt6GsGVbJC3Z51F79wMb7sv1wAA/s2048/DSC06043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaZLiwMnIYUIH2qiKpkjJjcoFyqh7LbS6BgZPuRb1rYrkBlLQMJUQXrnbyMabeIVyovT6qyoWYxzw7EGKUWD9ZMn82ycXL8VrydJ5SyRZU21Tvt9dt6GsGVbJC3Z51F79wMb7sv1wAA/w640-h426/DSC06043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The sun came out on Friday making it feel much warmer than it was. I think everyone was ready for a little sunshine! I know I was!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jr3NFemKRKCKfUZB-9mUgeoprcbH7JKEDJ6HQRUbwn8OrJkK9E781kxwbGip23qKST1QclKjh24ZRgCjh_PQHQGj-eB8lBK1yfk22IlbzWlA1sUDBTwMmsuNWS2zdQgqtXFgWvhVlg/s2048/DSC06097.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jr3NFemKRKCKfUZB-9mUgeoprcbH7JKEDJ6HQRUbwn8OrJkK9E781kxwbGip23qKST1QclKjh24ZRgCjh_PQHQGj-eB8lBK1yfk22IlbzWlA1sUDBTwMmsuNWS2zdQgqtXFgWvhVlg/w640-h428/DSC06097.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I knew my Lenten Rose bush had buds on it before it snowed, but I didn't even think to cover and protect it. I was relieved when the snow melted enough for me to see that the buds weren't hurt at all! These are the hardiest little shrubs I've ever seen. The bud looks like it's ready to open, but it will take several weeks to fully open. Then the blooms will last for three to four months. Amazing!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDiaPLpuwWm6JlYvuUprwPO5js_FO7EEy4GWAwAoCblBxP2CL4NGflHM5SeL8XVhE_JEN-oLYDsxM-zzLnMKt0d9NFCQ7E0UsksxxSflalEzLmr65b4THQkMGeCeioELWwQ2LMYgYug/s2048/DSC06120.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDiaPLpuwWm6JlYvuUprwPO5js_FO7EEy4GWAwAoCblBxP2CL4NGflHM5SeL8XVhE_JEN-oLYDsxM-zzLnMKt0d9NFCQ7E0UsksxxSflalEzLmr65b4THQkMGeCeioELWwQ2LMYgYug/w640-h428/DSC06120.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">We had some mighty long icicles hanging from our roof; the longest seven foot! You don't want to be under these things when they fall. This is another picture taken from inside. The little building in the background is my potting shed that Jerry and his friend built for me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupl4o3N0TgBkDEAmOB_0i9nZE2w1yUM5yC6AcuIuBQNadrbi2lVJEA26aHNuFljn43pFp_5pQA-lLdinHBAiWe8mnpFPUg3UySDilpILVI6Sigd98HerUIWlNzbN0Xtbk7TJwqODANQ/s2048/DSC06067.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupl4o3N0TgBkDEAmOB_0i9nZE2w1yUM5yC6AcuIuBQNadrbi2lVJEA26aHNuFljn43pFp_5pQA-lLdinHBAiWe8mnpFPUg3UySDilpILVI6Sigd98HerUIWlNzbN0Xtbk7TJwqODANQ/w640-h426/DSC06067.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">As the snowed melted off the roof it dripped on the plants in the flower bed. It refroze encasing the leaves in ice.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkzyPqj9N-IeTiSw0Mw6_0UpAwc6vhL5X0VECu88mMV31CGJnl26nEz0IfO-Ji8Qz3KUccbCWjHJZYVeryuHuKdCfg3V-i3qU03JXrMmUDe3DwY24gvIyzws8QkXLHBGiX8y07x_oBg/s2048/DSC06081.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkzyPqj9N-IeTiSw0Mw6_0UpAwc6vhL5X0VECu88mMV31CGJnl26nEz0IfO-Ji8Qz3KUccbCWjHJZYVeryuHuKdCfg3V-i3qU03JXrMmUDe3DwY24gvIyzws8QkXLHBGiX8y07x_oBg/w640-h426/DSC06081.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">A good day of melting revealed a dandelion flower that had been covered in snow. I can't imaging how this flower survived and still looked beautiful!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8HMZzltWO2s4s9uTwbdm73aFHOIfyPYIFw-WgpsqzjvXXCkbz0c-HrIgBeTrToOfC2MbxOpMPZHxTqoYGikxG4AA1MTaNdCnM4pwk12x0NqdLAoGyCFjC7h4C9o7AaAdC73oJ6sDtQ/s2048/DSC05335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8HMZzltWO2s4s9uTwbdm73aFHOIfyPYIFw-WgpsqzjvXXCkbz0c-HrIgBeTrToOfC2MbxOpMPZHxTqoYGikxG4AA1MTaNdCnM4pwk12x0NqdLAoGyCFjC7h4C9o7AaAdC73oJ6sDtQ/w640-h426/DSC05335.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">And lastly, one must have a snowman! Still recovering from my procedure kept me from making one. I could only be outside for a few minutes at a time, since walking in 14" of snow and ice was just too hard. Nature made the snowman for me! The snowman is actually a large vintage milk can that snow accumulated on. All I had to do was add the hat, scarf, and eyes! Such fun!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemVI218m7n0kfqRh7TlBTpWx_0W6fU_OClZMRjnkTkjz8qmvoJdDlonjIEFuHLy1tmK3p59NmPiT12z-SMqCeyAdZFZHeNHa5JUZmsYeZK675BclRWYb5RmcRBRpv3TSFjbCxamfWAA/s2048/DSC06075.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemVI218m7n0kfqRh7TlBTpWx_0W6fU_OClZMRjnkTkjz8qmvoJdDlonjIEFuHLy1tmK3p59NmPiT12z-SMqCeyAdZFZHeNHa5JUZmsYeZK675BclRWYb5RmcRBRpv3TSFjbCxamfWAA/w640-h428/DSC06075.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I know a good portion of the United States has seen artic cold and various precipitation this past week. Many have had to deal with frozen water pipes, power outages, traffic nightmares, and food shortages. I am so grateful I can stay home and enjoy the snow. I'm also so happy for all the children that were able to enjoy this history making snow! They will never forget it! I hope wherever you are, you are safe and warm!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-15109279730449930892021-02-17T14:55:00.001-06:002021-02-17T14:55:42.962-06:00Let It Snow!<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6SRRZuc5FUzIDc6jXpfCgtX6ZUOelzDS6K5NkdwwJHqTVGcKltQF8KQSTxMg0kYh077SlQHHhH0QOFd1CDoZW1F_2O05kOf4PR6wXnj5DegeC_ZABgMIy3ABb2P00PpI8b3lUk3wCg/s1340/DSC05944.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1340" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6SRRZuc5FUzIDc6jXpfCgtX6ZUOelzDS6K5NkdwwJHqTVGcKltQF8KQSTxMg0kYh077SlQHHhH0QOFd1CDoZW1F_2O05kOf4PR6wXnj5DegeC_ZABgMIy3ABb2P00PpI8b3lUk3wCg/w640-h430/DSC05944.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I always hesitate a little when I say I love winter. I do get some unbelievable looks and I've even gotten hateful looks. But, I do. I really do love it! I love the cold, fresh air. I love my nose and cheeks tingling.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX4HGLD4eXN01G4uBJs5RrfAjtNQIwC7-lfFu-IWxNNZrRyfQlWk0J2OoQyVnnCd-A_P6uMLO83mbWAp1LWlrTvRrGjWWkuAAE5jXVKCjtOgYQvkwj6C6YNG0KA7YtWS-oNecPazaqg/s2048/DSC05965.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX4HGLD4eXN01G4uBJs5RrfAjtNQIwC7-lfFu-IWxNNZrRyfQlWk0J2OoQyVnnCd-A_P6uMLO83mbWAp1LWlrTvRrGjWWkuAAE5jXVKCjtOgYQvkwj6C6YNG0KA7YtWS-oNecPazaqg/w640-h428/DSC05965.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I love the smell of firewood burning to keep homes warm. I love the blue skies and sometimes the dreary skies. But most of all . . . I LOVE SNOW!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5zfeJe_BHK7GO55mRQlAxQVhwrt9YPqzSreARXcpxEIrmPX5RwD-DLRHf_ULn3dlg-Q-HgERK-n_5jCbLu-245CoKF_icccFNNM6jeL-KMBQtBlD9lnTE9FDO-HIQ4Kc_A5iI5zbzA/s2048/DSC05947.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5zfeJe_BHK7GO55mRQlAxQVhwrt9YPqzSreARXcpxEIrmPX5RwD-DLRHf_ULn3dlg-Q-HgERK-n_5jCbLu-245CoKF_icccFNNM6jeL-KMBQtBlD9lnTE9FDO-HIQ4Kc_A5iI5zbzA/w640-h428/DSC05947.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLzuj23-rxR8cGFTxt6Jrpu0njW5-O4eojquCGeSh4GDv-4rqsOWpW59Q1g0bjGONisf9y71coXpvG7ZWl7AyhuZ3HQncWTvZN47R1ICzh0InCdHtDO5s9JPs89w_3JCvidYdGuD2Dg/s2048/DSC05968-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLzuj23-rxR8cGFTxt6Jrpu0njW5-O4eojquCGeSh4GDv-4rqsOWpW59Q1g0bjGONisf9y71coXpvG7ZWl7AyhuZ3HQncWTvZN47R1ICzh0InCdHtDO5s9JPs89w_3JCvidYdGuD2Dg/w640-h428/DSC05968-001.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I inherited my love of snow from my mom. I don't remember her ever going out and playing in the snow. She just loved to watch it. Every time it snowed, she would call me or I would call her and say "look out the window, it's snowing." I miss that so very much! This year my daughter sent me a message and my sister called me. Each telling me "it's snowing!" They know I love it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV3RENbmNz8QRQNU5-jihoJr5SA8EjGpgEhgwvlUsoW0Qjnxfo7spXkE66SpjRqDl8_y4DcC4CUfiqimrFYX-FEcYYRg03xd0kNAi20V_1nb8Vju6nQutLdoENhLxsv3-xpEMr2PUWw/s2048/DSC05948.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV3RENbmNz8QRQNU5-jihoJr5SA8EjGpgEhgwvlUsoW0Qjnxfo7spXkE66SpjRqDl8_y4DcC4CUfiqimrFYX-FEcYYRg03xd0kNAi20V_1nb8Vju6nQutLdoENhLxsv3-xpEMr2PUWw/w640-h428/DSC05948.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSM9Uq7nfHHzWLgl33gaLaa3HCsr3ScjoGwSxp7M0vjB2a-7IlUq2XNXYnb5QbfC0VIFMc8iZKByknvTuMjiyhxmF0r5C2Q3SDZ777DD9hztkGzOuxGMCEsS8GS_K4jGmkr9Urrk1jwg/s2048/DSC05981.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSM9Uq7nfHHzWLgl33gaLaa3HCsr3ScjoGwSxp7M0vjB2a-7IlUq2XNXYnb5QbfC0VIFMc8iZKByknvTuMjiyhxmF0r5C2Q3SDZ777DD9hztkGzOuxGMCEsS8GS_K4jGmkr9Urrk1jwg/w640-h428/DSC05981.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The snow was powdery and didn't stick to many of the trees and bushes, but it did stick to my azalea bushes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeiHLYH1bVDKB9JzlRIYHL3jYQZGJoTgkyRuyXHuRoA-W9gP173LvqiJ9Yt93vUF2OrGWWamIP1dO87YUqo1Jxr8SRGU1_p3yVZoTOJrYnX6uP2XRxrqV4stKQs3K4VUdEsbAIXHKew/s2048/DSC05958.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeiHLYH1bVDKB9JzlRIYHL3jYQZGJoTgkyRuyXHuRoA-W9gP173LvqiJ9Yt93vUF2OrGWWamIP1dO87YUqo1Jxr8SRGU1_p3yVZoTOJrYnX6uP2XRxrqV4stKQs3K4VUdEsbAIXHKew/w640-h428/DSC05958.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">In the middle of the big snow, I was at the hospital for my lithotripsy procedure. It was horrible getting there and even worse getting home! I'm thankful Jerry knows how to drive in bad conditions. Returning home we made it all the way to our driveway without much trouble, </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">but then a friend had to tow us up our drive!</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaumdE_Wy9R-Ku8ZJJ69me4isNXw61UWiumNKwP_ilZzPj4aMKTANg74zSKKu2JLBgR8XO5UozYk0dUZ0guKvMrq0Mi4gnrMaQrwdfBqOV9dMJlLAosAv0EQ_faluThaj1YyUkl5O5A/s2048/DSC05972.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1363" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaumdE_Wy9R-Ku8ZJJ69me4isNXw61UWiumNKwP_ilZzPj4aMKTANg74zSKKu2JLBgR8XO5UozYk0dUZ0guKvMrq0Mi4gnrMaQrwdfBqOV9dMJlLAosAv0EQ_faluThaj1YyUkl5O5A/w640-h426/DSC05972.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Yesterday seven inches accumulated with another 5 to 8 inches predicted today. For Arkansas this is history. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">My grandchildren haven't ever seen this much snow at home. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">The last biggest snow I remember was about 1979. My daughter was three and I were able to make a snow castle for her. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Of course, if I add a picture of my daughter, I need to also add a picture from 1985 of my son in the snow.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0jmq9ZjKFcVZMCR6mNkHYwvRUBaNjrYrREYUAEutZjAK8XbHC_A05SUBN0pYsvgEo-Wx4wW8NHCbDV-_Kp7_o8hmZ-XvhbwCceqri1xRGSb75VH4E1eCfOJX6Z8BCjBcjqag2LY47g/s1186/001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1186" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0jmq9ZjKFcVZMCR6mNkHYwvRUBaNjrYrREYUAEutZjAK8XbHC_A05SUBN0pYsvgEo-Wx4wW8NHCbDV-_Kp7_o8hmZ-XvhbwCceqri1xRGSb75VH4E1eCfOJX6Z8BCjBcjqag2LY47g/w640-h496/001.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDKV9oqFjVWT-g6gRS8KUyjmKS1WD_K-qCI7_qUUE_HC4khRnpKD1Pc5FKWocLMSq85Wwx_BDlFWiseG_Ygq3334gXUb-cujogRrd-bz4I7C9msR7oPJku_KytnFAwRlpLRmECdka4w/s1275/002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1275" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDKV9oqFjVWT-g6gRS8KUyjmKS1WD_K-qCI7_qUUE_HC4khRnpKD1Pc5FKWocLMSq85Wwx_BDlFWiseG_Ygq3334gXUb-cujogRrd-bz4I7C9msR7oPJku_KytnFAwRlpLRmECdka4w/w640-h488/002.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">And, if I add the children, I might as well add a picture of Jerry. We live out in the country with narrow roads, many hills and of course no road clearing at all. Jerry got the tractor out and cleared our driveway just in case of an emergency. Like I said we haven't had snow like this in years. This was his first time to plow the driveway! I think he enjoyed it!</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl37RGjibbWEIIcyPTsDG9UMO86ggpIfHMdDTPrk349EfItHd09lAZbalQonlC0LrXZHMYaFakzPM6ZKlkKcqklgnDCxpcR20P6gs2BwmPvjZtzSz255hBIrqpRTwiWpthZ1FTroq30w/s2048/DSC05989.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl37RGjibbWEIIcyPTsDG9UMO86ggpIfHMdDTPrk349EfItHd09lAZbalQonlC0LrXZHMYaFakzPM6ZKlkKcqklgnDCxpcR20P6gs2BwmPvjZtzSz255hBIrqpRTwiWpthZ1FTroq30w/w640-h426/DSC05989.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br />I wish I could have spent more time outside yesterday when I took these pictures, but even though the sun was out, but it was extremely cold. We've been below freezing for almost a week. I'm snug inside watching more snow falling today. I'll keep you updated on the totals!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzikPXOHnpLIq4kuxm15bVSB8APoHIgBqnfrxW2u2aXsU2-6bFrgNxmhT5QWf3yI_0q16qI17yMr5Lz0OK5_Pj27JyYi0kJrH2Krb-40wKg6CgUye-OiDjljQ4Dini__9yb0N6ViaJQ/s2048/DSC05987.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzikPXOHnpLIq4kuxm15bVSB8APoHIgBqnfrxW2u2aXsU2-6bFrgNxmhT5QWf3yI_0q16qI17yMr5Lz0OK5_Pj27JyYi0kJrH2Krb-40wKg6CgUye-OiDjljQ4Dini__9yb0N6ViaJQ/w640-h426/DSC05987.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-19831210476077537602021-02-12T13:49:00.001-06:002021-02-12T13:49:49.785-06:00Winter Arrives<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulhr_KBF0Pn7o6SuCgjzBiIsDFIkIQEMcfVyVAYTbJVtCHPoEloH-sn2GfU_d3x5CZsc2T_4gi6lKLq2cyKZ_1uWm03g7wvbg6Itj25ZobXKFF6wYDMMW8tn8gktuPTNhbO8dbZZGhA/s2048/DSC02276.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulhr_KBF0Pn7o6SuCgjzBiIsDFIkIQEMcfVyVAYTbJVtCHPoEloH-sn2GfU_d3x5CZsc2T_4gi6lKLq2cyKZ_1uWm03g7wvbg6Itj25ZobXKFF6wYDMMW8tn8gktuPTNhbO8dbZZGhA/w640-h427/DSC02276.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Winter is here! I realize the calendar has said that for a few weeks, but Arkansas weather did not get the message. We've had rather warm temperatures so far, until this week. Now it is finally winter. I do love cold weather that bites your nose and stings your toes!</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMCOeZPlsN3NkjbyYuWHw0TfJl29QzWUJSZodt9VH51hnaK8WfwWAmJgfsLsFy2UWei1bZHyBZykdDSyoc8Zpc2erxZ8zxXvQxm0rKaU7LnQyjsG3jX154hUb7QoWWBmdpPGO_e7z9w/s2036/DSC02283.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2036" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMCOeZPlsN3NkjbyYuWHw0TfJl29QzWUJSZodt9VH51hnaK8WfwWAmJgfsLsFy2UWei1bZHyBZykdDSyoc8Zpc2erxZ8zxXvQxm0rKaU7LnQyjsG3jX154hUb7QoWWBmdpPGO_e7z9w/w640-h428/DSC02283.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5et7drdmFQxui76D2yy0bU5meV5IDo5eB2vf7_3i4004MCR0qQPU6O9Luk_1M6x_b22Y77rA2GWtU9_L7mBgi8PIL0FJOrm8JKHC6mSGki0ScgOnV7EeFV_dF5j8EOtTWBhO634IEg/s2048/DSC02321.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5et7drdmFQxui76D2yy0bU5meV5IDo5eB2vf7_3i4004MCR0qQPU6O9Luk_1M6x_b22Y77rA2GWtU9_L7mBgi8PIL0FJOrm8JKHC6mSGki0ScgOnV7EeFV_dF5j8EOtTWBhO634IEg/w640-h426/DSC02321.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Wednesday night into Thursday we had freezing rain and sleet. This isn't the kind of precipitation I was hoping for. I really wanted it to snow, but ice does make interesting pictures.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFzxi333MEotL-ZcF2NFSxZfg3UlaI4HEYPxjN32Qw0ofbsSdD2H9AWpj0DnIu7XURnZ_ONMJx0ToWPmmQBvrnLokMz2qJ4l4fpkgCDdNOI3VW23WCCvCNVTEj50xrt5qpe8rbv5ZsQ/s2048/DSC02279.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFzxi333MEotL-ZcF2NFSxZfg3UlaI4HEYPxjN32Qw0ofbsSdD2H9AWpj0DnIu7XURnZ_ONMJx0ToWPmmQBvrnLokMz2qJ4l4fpkgCDdNOI3VW23WCCvCNVTEj50xrt5qpe8rbv5ZsQ/w640-h428/DSC02279.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Even though the sun wasn't out the ice sparkled in the morning light.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiEOzJo8mkXmw6tyQv92nAfs8tLgSr8jx6eft6z1IF-z_T-jjP8D6G8WK4RFAOXHUUO6IIx0Ji6WAVxM9iCxeHzEEsmgR0AciOI9LXTGe8h9HpT3XtwMUJVLNTHbo5yQdMCeLXEv_4A/s2048/DSC02310.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="2048" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiEOzJo8mkXmw6tyQv92nAfs8tLgSr8jx6eft6z1IF-z_T-jjP8D6G8WK4RFAOXHUUO6IIx0Ji6WAVxM9iCxeHzEEsmgR0AciOI9LXTGe8h9HpT3XtwMUJVLNTHbo5yQdMCeLXEv_4A/w640-h424/DSC02310.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I love finding long water drops and icicles and looking at their unique shapes and patterns.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBu8pBAJ_vkaxHE_SJ_6ZnQaXIddFrnEiuVqoJWps5-g6x4GylMV0EOb1L9ofsp-YQinUA9d6bz6ltmRgUuz8T55m5am__lcbdhbC_GQO4xrFuhl2R3P4DIGnULxK_Xqz_Hv8DSK0eIQ/s2048/DSC02293.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBu8pBAJ_vkaxHE_SJ_6ZnQaXIddFrnEiuVqoJWps5-g6x4GylMV0EOb1L9ofsp-YQinUA9d6bz6ltmRgUuz8T55m5am__lcbdhbC_GQO4xrFuhl2R3P4DIGnULxK_Xqz_Hv8DSK0eIQ/w640-h428/DSC02293.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZKNQp9b0qieukfSjz75JTDwjrzAKPsE33Fv8kzze3dPhh52bwEdlblTH62lZ1DdLD-_iV9DM2wiGrkGIVlJ4srWSx7-5HqU0FQDrO9vxC0VwUDPnzckiY_9JGx6_aZdDeeX4tqSxeg/s1604/DSC02301.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1604" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZKNQp9b0qieukfSjz75JTDwjrzAKPsE33Fv8kzze3dPhh52bwEdlblTH62lZ1DdLD-_iV9DM2wiGrkGIVlJ4srWSx7-5HqU0FQDrO9vxC0VwUDPnzckiY_9JGx6_aZdDeeX4tqSxeg/w640-h426/DSC02301.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUsdWnx9tmt4hH88AKF9hlzGPrZZxO80rW5Jem5LLsojBXQx0gY4SHrOmCQvwQKKxUoQLdmPlCEIQ0BqjnhZC4NPRQ7OAV-08ILq3jR64OM0nIfY99mnFOQSpmI8tDb5ER-RhJrT5ezA/s2048/DSC02315.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUsdWnx9tmt4hH88AKF9hlzGPrZZxO80rW5Jem5LLsojBXQx0gY4SHrOmCQvwQKKxUoQLdmPlCEIQ0BqjnhZC4NPRQ7OAV-08ILq3jR64OM0nIfY99mnFOQSpmI8tDb5ER-RhJrT5ezA/w640-h426/DSC02315.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">I took several pictures, trying to get a water drop as the icicles began to melt. I didn't have much success though. This was the best one. At least I caught the drop in the picture.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYNz0X1vg4yMZ3jylhVEnXO_SCVU7TuYpLxfrfbCOe-FX6WfMq1g5fdvh-3fi1R5jSbkmTE9mxCKDl3YggJH23DIytQ2z7XSc-Z2gEGER3Dvqv2sqKnJHxt-ajj7c9hEKeHDvc-xLkA/s2048/DSC02327.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYNz0X1vg4yMZ3jylhVEnXO_SCVU7TuYpLxfrfbCOe-FX6WfMq1g5fdvh-3fi1R5jSbkmTE9mxCKDl3YggJH23DIytQ2z7XSc-Z2gEGER3Dvqv2sqKnJHxt-ajj7c9hEKeHDvc-xLkA/w640-h426/DSC02327.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Even the spider webs were covered in ice</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEird2Y-_Ry01dWy0eS8XYAYYrtea9Mm0sVTJTh6qfcN3uRGY6HL2166GBRN30X27zjiB9bxeeR5Jnz3rZxLU5jPI7MQ5jBawgExVDeRvhraihWHmxpJ55owQ4Np-KT_JiL4h4mrh5i7Vg/s2048/DSC02300.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEird2Y-_Ry01dWy0eS8XYAYYrtea9Mm0sVTJTh6qfcN3uRGY6HL2166GBRN30X27zjiB9bxeeR5Jnz3rZxLU5jPI7MQ5jBawgExVDeRvhraihWHmxpJ55owQ4Np-KT_JiL4h4mrh5i7Vg/w640-h426/DSC02300.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Although ice is fun to take pictures of it isn't fun to drive in. Here in Arkansas most of us have no idea how to drive on ice, so we stay home. Schools went virtual and businesses closed. Even though we never got above freezing, the roads did improved later in the day and seem fine today. A little bird told me, well it was actually two big birds, but word from the powerline is that another day of precipitation is coming. Only this time it will be snow that may actually accumulate. Seriously! How long has that been since snow has accumulated in central Arkansas!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW92dGY13TjTy_6MHc7AWL3lLMvDNYNPDIatjm9u0bXixY387miOQc-Gx0ZULsRG6UAXs7iByJKTUsVSzg7Fj8eohsUzEOxql-IjFnRoYUehEbxKSSxK1Uo5UbwQJ6sEG4VAtqEwuuNw/s1909/DSC05310.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1281" data-original-width="1909" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW92dGY13TjTy_6MHc7AWL3lLMvDNYNPDIatjm9u0bXixY387miOQc-Gx0ZULsRG6UAXs7iByJKTUsVSzg7Fj8eohsUzEOxql-IjFnRoYUehEbxKSSxK1Uo5UbwQJ6sEG4VAtqEwuuNw/w640-h430/DSC05310.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I am so looking forward to Monday's snow. There's a down side though, I probably won't be able to see it snowing. I have another lithotripsy procedure scheduled for Monday morning. Bummer!! I should be home around noon, so maybe the snow will continue although I'm sure it will be a couple of days before I can go outside and play. I'll have to be content with watching out the window with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands. I love to watch the snow as it falls quietly to the ground. There is no quietness like the quiet that comes with snow! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">As a side note, I was surprised when I saw these two hawks sitting on the powerline! All this time I've thought there was only one hawk in the area, but the truth is in the picture. There are two of them! The picture is a little blurry because they were very far away and I was shooting through a window. I'm just glad they posed for me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Whatever the weather where you are I hope you enjoy each day.</span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-23408553286505370412021-02-07T09:03:00.002-06:002021-02-07T09:03:43.323-06:00Soothing Hymns<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aCnwZOsjQ-cwMpsD3H89gqCOYNvrinsq1zl4J_0dvvK-n14tP7X184pJWi6SegJe2QdjMp1jbByH7L72WZ9Xxh82v69BKR5W3bR48JBMA-RLXJ9p-kF5SGvjUKe0sxVgZC8a69tOVw/s700/DSC09608.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aCnwZOsjQ-cwMpsD3H89gqCOYNvrinsq1zl4J_0dvvK-n14tP7X184pJWi6SegJe2QdjMp1jbByH7L72WZ9Xxh82v69BKR5W3bR48JBMA-RLXJ9p-kF5SGvjUKe0sxVgZC8a69tOVw/s16000/DSC09608.JPG" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">I love to play the piano! I play hymns every day as part of my morning worship. Right now I'm playing through a songbook entitled </span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Then Sings My Soul - 150 of the World's Greatest Hymn Stores</i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">. Robert J. Morgan, the author of the book, entitled his opening words </span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">The Cure For Shot Nerves</i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">! He is absolutely correct. Hymns can cure many things including shot nerves.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGViRzERFHy7W-JFoRBQyijEaKuEK7SW55QJxerxi7hXLDWlnoq1REpOPaGSZuO9im2NOeEMyxr3uHNcFiGa5LDnx1G-YfARuGpE0Lsg7WqxSHOlUIyse2omMaOAqC75camb69ksRBQ/s700/DSC02190.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGViRzERFHy7W-JFoRBQyijEaKuEK7SW55QJxerxi7hXLDWlnoq1REpOPaGSZuO9im2NOeEMyxr3uHNcFiGa5LDnx1G-YfARuGpE0Lsg7WqxSHOlUIyse2omMaOAqC75camb69ksRBQ/s16000/DSC02190.JPG" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">On one side of the page is the hymn and on the opposite page is the history of the hymn and it's composer. The reading of these stories has been fascinating. When I read about the persecution some of these authors went through as they composed the hymns, I realize that my complaints are so very, very insignificant.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQCXFCqKLaHxePhqKOeDCjlm3KVGL4a9yqnC95XKbAVPl6I02_AFPVJ2l-9YBmOyglhbzc-A73578ffUh5NToByY_BO5_D81-TT1vytcKmYNoBXEpmMUr2qCxGbYxNmLV0pMtGPE1AQ/s700/DSC02191.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQCXFCqKLaHxePhqKOeDCjlm3KVGL4a9yqnC95XKbAVPl6I02_AFPVJ2l-9YBmOyglhbzc-A73578ffUh5NToByY_BO5_D81-TT1vytcKmYNoBXEpmMUr2qCxGbYxNmLV0pMtGPE1AQ/s16000/DSC02191.JPG" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">At my church we sing all the verses of the hymns. I wonder though if you know that all the verses are not printed in our hymnals. For instance the song </span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">All Glory, Laud, and Honor</i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"> has 78 verses! This hymn was written in A.D 820 by Theodulph a bishop of Orleans, a city south of Paris. I'm guessing their worship time lasted much longer than ours! I wonder how many church goers would sit still for that!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKUzgnyfdybCtdfFAh71sKnQ72wXIiBBjj4h3qPlvZFgMh9bBSBjWpiXNjdYxAudDHscsRmnbmPahysRlo02THAVH4pUGNfF_f_jzDvkoSOBR1IdXTqB96rbbu39DWx_ya3G5OWW-QQ/s700/DSC02185.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKUzgnyfdybCtdfFAh71sKnQ72wXIiBBjj4h3qPlvZFgMh9bBSBjWpiXNjdYxAudDHscsRmnbmPahysRlo02THAVH4pUGNfF_f_jzDvkoSOBR1IdXTqB96rbbu39DWx_ya3G5OWW-QQ/s16000/DSC02185.JPG" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Old hymns are the ones that pop into my mind. . . </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">when I'm needing assurance (</span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Blessed Assurance </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1873)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">when I'm awed by nature (</span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">All Creatures of Our God and King </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">written by St. Francis of Assisi in 1225)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">when I needed guidance (</span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">He Leadeth Me </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">written by Joseph H. Gilmore 1862)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">when I need comfort (</span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">There is a Balm in Gilead </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">a spiritual written about 1800)</span></li></ul><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">And who does not love </span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Amazing Grace </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">written by John Newton in 1779. I could go on and on about how hymns help me through many situations, but I think you get my meaning.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ddic7pP-4J9tsGCz7IgSZ2QtJEIfz__tOPAyXgk0ctsOL9DtgzISeZPMmJJPTxAnclFK7s_6WRtVTg74U2N6-CfIYFo6Dqvpxvo1L-7i8L_ndckf_lMJhYbUr8IXSpcOBwivR3-aTw/s700/001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ddic7pP-4J9tsGCz7IgSZ2QtJEIfz__tOPAyXgk0ctsOL9DtgzISeZPMmJJPTxAnclFK7s_6WRtVTg74U2N6-CfIYFo6Dqvpxvo1L-7i8L_ndckf_lMJhYbUr8IXSpcOBwivR3-aTw/s16000/001.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Oak Hill Missionary Baptist Church</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The church of my childhood where I was saved.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Old hymns pop up in my mind when I think of my childhood. Hymns like </span><i style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Shall We Gather at the River written by Robert Lowry in 1864.</i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"> I grew up in a time when we actually did gather at the creek for baptisms. I remember when my sister and I were baptized, which happened to be in the winter months. Our dad who was our pastor made arrangements for us to be baptized in a church with an indoor baptistry. Sounds great! No, it wasn't. Someone forgot to add the hot water and it was cold. Not as cold as a creek, but cold none the less! </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZy3cxhT_F82jHYURTT8xqUdN2Q4PX71YM-aMLnprCyQTF5dMknV-ubCY69sE1DEW6rkbXviUD65jrTmeUXONRzqGwOtxMBM_qnYwIk7CibwizNgoqwa7TvenMYH08xhp5YzXEXvoPg/s477/002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZy3cxhT_F82jHYURTT8xqUdN2Q4PX71YM-aMLnprCyQTF5dMknV-ubCY69sE1DEW6rkbXviUD65jrTmeUXONRzqGwOtxMBM_qnYwIk7CibwizNgoqwa7TvenMYH08xhp5YzXEXvoPg/s16000/002.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My dad baptizing in the creek</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">I even remember being a tiny tot singing with my classmates on Sunday morning. I mostly remember I didn't like being up there singing! Yes, that's me, wiping my eyes and hurrying back to sit with my mommy! My sister is the fourth girl from the right.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiZUt8kJToYZTzoBABP5-vecXkogm8KQtdHfe04lB5VZnDYJW16StE-6W2-BTqkJABtXBQ4eUF0uijIXNFcDNiICKTee1jKf3D5Av6Aa7X0iMm1xkcrx-WzbAjOvRGEwuA9xG82wv9Q/s659/003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="659" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiZUt8kJToYZTzoBABP5-vecXkogm8KQtdHfe04lB5VZnDYJW16StE-6W2-BTqkJABtXBQ4eUF0uijIXNFcDNiICKTee1jKf3D5Av6Aa7X0iMm1xkcrx-WzbAjOvRGEwuA9xG82wv9Q/s16000/003.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">I remember my aunt playing the piano at church and my mom singing solos. Both my aunt and my mom were taught to read music using shape-notes. In shape-note music the note heads are printed in distinct shapes to indicate their scale degree. Since 1801 shape notes have been associated with American music, especially in the south.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2nxp6PunqEVQJjBAvfGaGKUHTmfWgkdc5mSfMAHNPzdzFwnaduvOU95oIn6aIWmdlyC4eUDvHZ27Lkv38BgnL7VsO5t_nhkpvYNbakvKVl_OvKq0005bCOXn5AD_IyAtS_LzXcWF9A/s2048/DSC02194.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2nxp6PunqEVQJjBAvfGaGKUHTmfWgkdc5mSfMAHNPzdzFwnaduvOU95oIn6aIWmdlyC4eUDvHZ27Lkv38BgnL7VsO5t_nhkpvYNbakvKVl_OvKq0005bCOXn5AD_IyAtS_LzXcWF9A/w640-h427/DSC02194.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'll end with one last song <i>Near to the Heart of God </i>written by Cleland B. McAfee in 1903. This is what playing and singing hymns does for me. It keeps me near to the heart of God.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There is a place of quiet rest,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God:<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A place where sin cannot molest,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There is a place of comfort sweet,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A place where we our Savior meet,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There is a place of full release, <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A place where all is joy and peace,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the Heart of God.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">O Jesus, blest Redeemer, <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sent from the heart of God,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hold us who wait before Thee,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Near to the heart of God.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Do you have a favorite hymn?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'd love to hear what it is!</span></p></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-70297618801201078522021-01-29T12:59:00.000-06:002021-01-29T12:59:14.077-06:00The Stone Saga<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeRE8RLgl9E5KXmTI4RtvyWB0mn5Bs0PHq2StFfFmsTF5F6RgO4mi0-doq7Vsz2ojKrP_SLckxY9nByz_Wwpy-0P0y_5osqwe79jhs3lbylBuJYn5w7Mnkw5Ui2K4JqD5JaAc9ukp-w/s700/DSC00136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeRE8RLgl9E5KXmTI4RtvyWB0mn5Bs0PHq2StFfFmsTF5F6RgO4mi0-doq7Vsz2ojKrP_SLckxY9nByz_Wwpy-0P0y_5osqwe79jhs3lbylBuJYn5w7Mnkw5Ui2K4JqD5JaAc9ukp-w/s16000/DSC00136.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Okay! The stone above is not the stone in my Stone Saga, but I had to have an opening picture and this feels like the size of the stone in my saga! I'm referring to my kidney stone that just won't go away! My first lithotripsy procedure didn't work, so I'll be having another one done or a laser procedure. I'm not looking forward to either one of them.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'm trying to make the best of things, but sometimes it's hard. I'm still uncomfortable and sometimes on drugs so my activities are limited and I'm missing my adventures so very much. I am not a person who can sit around. I need to be outside exploring or doing something with my hands. I've had a few pretty rough mental days. I've cried a few tears, had pity parties, and whined to my family. I keep telling myself to "just get over it" and do something . . . anything! </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">So here's what I've been doing.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I finally got my Christmas tree down! I love my tree, I really do, but I was so ready for it to come down before I had to start dusting the ornaments! As I took my ornaments off the tree I counted the ones I had cross stitched over the years. There were a total of seventy-nine. The newest stitched piece is a snowman designed by Jim Shores. It's the third one up from the far left corner. </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCq4Ly3_mWXV_pThLHpXjSOH-FmECUHd-4-xi02vBgzk-VX4BKjBNouOOd4s2liafalsLiNxrOmkzfcx-_PN0jJOBlN0kmuoZKE9mx5O5QEr_ScDHNfeBL-uAKbG1C9blFZWgU-91fXA/s700/DSC05865.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCq4Ly3_mWXV_pThLHpXjSOH-FmECUHd-4-xi02vBgzk-VX4BKjBNouOOd4s2liafalsLiNxrOmkzfcx-_PN0jJOBlN0kmuoZKE9mx5O5QEr_ScDHNfeBL-uAKbG1C9blFZWgU-91fXA/s16000/DSC05865.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I've been working on puzzles, especially at night while Jerry watches TV. I usually start a Christmas puzzle the week after Christmas when it's slow and quiet. This one was a little challenging to my foggy brain, but I got it done. In case you are tired of anything to do with Christmas 2020, I promise this is my last picture of the Covid Christmas era!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddgi6mHw2OKmEzeaDvUb2nptK7yaVcwzV9iIhx20UsTuKsAsR2gACGiFycohbfQ9lsLfgviUq6ZonjpyI7O1hxgTdaW2kwGKTh3AU6MuHaYXrqljUw2eNpPU2XbpPWTsELOcpN5EI5g/s700/DSC05918.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddgi6mHw2OKmEzeaDvUb2nptK7yaVcwzV9iIhx20UsTuKsAsR2gACGiFycohbfQ9lsLfgviUq6ZonjpyI7O1hxgTdaW2kwGKTh3AU6MuHaYXrqljUw2eNpPU2XbpPWTsELOcpN5EI5g/s16000/DSC05918.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I've been reading a lot beginning first thing in the morning with my Bible reading. I am reading the Bible chronologically this year using the New Living Testament translation which reads more like a story. There is a group of ladies at church that are all reading the same plan. I love the fact that someone else is reading what I'm reading each day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCKM_bYm1LbIJprtuFqgimN2ov7IExGwtYgSjno7L9AYu91msIXdHJtlVxEBimSYZUBH0Ahg65v2Q_nswH36zfKGMINbGxsILLcfMVwWwPpDhCLWhFrvCHfRfs__N8LgzD7Y1JPKvEg/s700/DSC05802.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCKM_bYm1LbIJprtuFqgimN2ov7IExGwtYgSjno7L9AYu91msIXdHJtlVxEBimSYZUBH0Ahg65v2Q_nswH36zfKGMINbGxsILLcfMVwWwPpDhCLWhFrvCHfRfs__N8LgzD7Y1JPKvEg/s16000/DSC05802.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My other reading includes books I have on hand or books on my Kindle. If the sun is shining I take my reading outside regardless of the temperature. I read sitting in the sun which helps my mood. I noticed the reflection of my bookmark on the page. Thought that was kind of cool. Yes, I'm desperate to take pictures of something!!</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvJAXZwLokFcAyCcIYFm0Q7VYSTb3IUyq_2C050JkTD6f-tm_vJEDXQIdiUUTJnYdjbmOpPnxd-BDYkFk1mIoRplzz3a5o4rp3t_dgy8UzRpA_fC00WzwfVtAOEuvgPOVwgaujN5SfQ/s700/DSC05809.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvJAXZwLokFcAyCcIYFm0Q7VYSTb3IUyq_2C050JkTD6f-tm_vJEDXQIdiUUTJnYdjbmOpPnxd-BDYkFk1mIoRplzz3a5o4rp3t_dgy8UzRpA_fC00WzwfVtAOEuvgPOVwgaujN5SfQ/s16000/DSC05809.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span>To keep my hands busy and creative I've started a collage book or as some call it a junk book or glue book. I've always collected bits and pieces of papers, pictures, words, postage stamps and such. These bits and pieces are know as ephemera. Ephemera is defined as objects often printed that are not intended to last but are sometimes kept by collectors. I've finally found a purpose for my collection! I found an online site that focuses on vintage collages. The host gives a weekly list of items to find or sometimes a theme to use when creating the collage. There are no set rules. You can follow her suggestions or create whatever you want. It's all about creating. Then we share our collages in a Facebook group. One thing I like to add to my collages is postage stamps. Some of my first ones don't have a stamp, but all my later ones do. I love postage stamps and have hundreds of them, so I wanted to start including them.</span> My pages are small, 7 3/4 inches by 5 1/2 inches which is a perfect size for me as they're not overwhelming. I'll share five of my collages and the suggestions we were given. So far I've done nineteen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Collage #1 - Typography (use different types of fonts)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0rWgdXmHHoo0uO2Atmp4c7l-WIIIH7ypltZlXXmgJTRyjMyOO-_a4hltXplzaFmzeefcjtYsJNEKce09wF-sWd0gWI6WSC81OMpxEiQlDxFFzwyMciD86FN3wxpDYmlFSUpYCtvRgg/s700/DSC05739.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0rWgdXmHHoo0uO2Atmp4c7l-WIIIH7ypltZlXXmgJTRyjMyOO-_a4hltXplzaFmzeefcjtYsJNEKce09wF-sWd0gWI6WSC81OMpxEiQlDxFFzwyMciD86FN3wxpDYmlFSUpYCtvRgg/s16000/DSC05739.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large; text-align: justify;">Collage #2 - Something Sewing</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The pieces in this collage have special meaning. The background pattern envelope, the pattern pieces, and the little girl were taken from a dress pattern my mom used to make me a dress somewhere around 1955.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsZJ7EpKzUtvcX4ExDTLyho-b4FDQ_Bh_OGft9SQ_75obkLDLGNjnWxgZ3J3rpv9FuXtaPys1JCwMsLEDU7crv3StG5YmxqkLN7kBs5MQI3HsFPCUXK1y1Eqr_qMIxXtkJ4yGJZttiw/s700/DSC04437.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsZJ7EpKzUtvcX4ExDTLyho-b4FDQ_Bh_OGft9SQ_75obkLDLGNjnWxgZ3J3rpv9FuXtaPys1JCwMsLEDU7crv3StG5YmxqkLN7kBs5MQI3HsFPCUXK1y1Eqr_qMIxXtkJ4yGJZttiw/s16000/DSC04437.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Collage #3 - Let's Go Out To Eat</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">This collage represents the wonderful times my sister, sister-in-law, and I had when we were free to meet for lunch each month. Oh, how I miss that!! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWbbdjNU9SZCeiLoovE29ZPYCzUF3vS5yZWAirps4SeexWi3h2yQkOsnoHoDqVSjoDq8cF-sJkopONyrFMto8RTlsBYVDOzhNkexzhET_C86IVM-YJzR6dSuBjKlbzyRhwyDFwQixyQ/s700/DSC04091.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWbbdjNU9SZCeiLoovE29ZPYCzUF3vS5yZWAirps4SeexWi3h2yQkOsnoHoDqVSjoDq8cF-sJkopONyrFMto8RTlsBYVDOzhNkexzhET_C86IVM-YJzR6dSuBjKlbzyRhwyDFwQixyQ/s16000/DSC04091.JPG" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Collage #4 - This collage is an example of using a list of items. They were: glass (the jars), something edible (candy), a repeating pattern in a round shape (paper strip with dots), uppercase font (Joyful), a doodle border (down the right side) and the Bonus: graph paper (feather drawn on graph paper)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHOZHO5ItX-a683eDrft7LrO5-v6_TVryZCXBjjjUEr49u__VfIFA2OP1VpGjgYjRWXIVkNLdXbGqup_2crKN9B4tV2aOjLS2WHMd5543tEqKig6TtMQakk7ayZWw-mcV08uaFgP0ZQ/s700/DSC02623.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHOZHO5ItX-a683eDrft7LrO5-v6_TVryZCXBjjjUEr49u__VfIFA2OP1VpGjgYjRWXIVkNLdXbGqup_2crKN9B4tV2aOjLS2WHMd5543tEqKig6TtMQakk7ayZWw-mcV08uaFgP0ZQ/s16000/DSC02623.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Collage #5 - Ocean or sea (picture upper left), something in a foreign language (names on the map), a piece of folded paper (envelope from Greece lower left corner), something you are thankful for (I am so grateful that I've had the opportunity of many joyful journeys), sticker from fruit (banana sticker upper right), and bonus: random piece of washi tape (tape with cameras on it)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu9i-LbnQKSHhOWr97rtzMXfEI9WogYp1PpLT-Ok0JqVITPx8YZRgZGowdYD_zarRGzYrsbMFhyphenhyphenlutK1Z-4kSVNGQ-nQj-ZElq46ncvTqVO6rwR4xjUHnN3FIRod3kEfiJV3PtUf0Vw/s700/DSC03136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu9i-LbnQKSHhOWr97rtzMXfEI9WogYp1PpLT-Ok0JqVITPx8YZRgZGowdYD_zarRGzYrsbMFhyphenhyphenlutK1Z-4kSVNGQ-nQj-ZElq46ncvTqVO6rwR4xjUHnN3FIRod3kEfiJV3PtUf0Vw/s16000/DSC03136.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I'm really enjoying</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> creating these pages which helps me forget about the pandemic and the stones!</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span>If you might be interested collage making here's the link to <a href="https://www.margaretemiller.com/">Margarete Miller's website</a>. </div></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">That's enough for today. If you've stuck with me till the end, I thank you so much! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-20506358306286929982021-01-21T11:29:00.001-06:002021-01-21T11:29:31.794-06:00A New Year Begins<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVKJHTXawIOEHTlFPeqb24uiKEO3PvZ0zYAYa8Ko_w6xb7TpugfMnrI7aTfXrushcBZcpdlvxmAFQa0XLHJNHtW6A9FoTHcfzi57F7Fej2FDdceUqWAiDvyT_nMey5nidKp541h8IpA/s700/DSC05719.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVKJHTXawIOEHTlFPeqb24uiKEO3PvZ0zYAYa8Ko_w6xb7TpugfMnrI7aTfXrushcBZcpdlvxmAFQa0XLHJNHtW6A9FoTHcfzi57F7Fej2FDdceUqWAiDvyT_nMey5nidKp541h8IpA/s16000/DSC05719.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span>I started my last post with "<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #222222;">Here we are! New Year's Eve!" Well, here we are! Twenty-one days into 2021! How has the new year treated you? For me, it didn't start so well, but I'll talk about that later. We tried to start the new year out right. We had the southern US tradition of black-eyed peas and ham that are supposed to bring good luck for the year. I did learn something new about this tradition. Black-eyed peas are said to represent coins and money which is the reason they are believed to bring good luck. </span></span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #222222;">Hmmmm! Not so sure that worked for me.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrabMKw6-zjErOk1t0ETd1D2O9cPdrWi8QA7Mru75P5pD5Qbnolje0vF3xuIN75UGf01LWJpBU3jmadHLJxtJ7qaS62ANof_GkUpO4GY7sW5gdeg0L8E_dppVZ8CVePZkIjOgFpBEVlg/s700/DSC02100.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrabMKw6-zjErOk1t0ETd1D2O9cPdrWi8QA7Mru75P5pD5Qbnolje0vF3xuIN75UGf01LWJpBU3jmadHLJxtJ7qaS62ANof_GkUpO4GY7sW5gdeg0L8E_dppVZ8CVePZkIjOgFpBEVlg/s16000/DSC02100.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also tried to begin the new year with a little fresh air and exercise. I couldn't go far or on a hike, but I still enjoyed the fresh air and this woodpecker beating out his rhythm. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNknPTh0wqmIpg5nMZvAUezwMSaoS-aCJ1yCQ09Ze0CqDCWWvh0adlG_MCdZrznEGssuTsACD1r16NkC1_xvRDxsNTQbSQWa_yKfKpugsuJp86XGjWCwkq9epe_Jh2kCDGh4x1q-Cf6w/s700/DSC05704.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNknPTh0wqmIpg5nMZvAUezwMSaoS-aCJ1yCQ09Ze0CqDCWWvh0adlG_MCdZrznEGssuTsACD1r16NkC1_xvRDxsNTQbSQWa_yKfKpugsuJp86XGjWCwkq9epe_Jh2kCDGh4x1q-Cf6w/s16000/DSC05704.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Right before Christmas we had some gum trees cut down. I always feel bad when we cut trees, but these were necessary. Each year they produce millions of pesky gumballs (and I'm not exaggerating) that must be raked or they'll jam in the lawnmower belts and break them which is quite expensive. They are also very hard to walk on. I don't know how many times I've twisted my ankle as they roll under my feet! Even though it felt bad to cut them down, it was the right thing to do. Two of them were very rotten inside, which could have brought them down in a storm. The picture below is looking into the stump that was left. The next one is a reflection in the water that the stump was holding. When the chainsaw reached the water inside the tree, it came cascading out like a high pressure fountain. After all this time, the stump is still full of water. Who knew a tree could be full of water!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwWPTyAlC33FamNSGYrREKSMKhH27LgLPjLVAi2v_Hm6uwZnX_xpYT8eVScsjA_eV2ZWy82YBr8163divDHRGE9zA139Lb6EHuQplbucSfWKO4snTf9Iyg-_zgdE23OOPKE-IfI4M8Q/s700/DSC05764.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwWPTyAlC33FamNSGYrREKSMKhH27LgLPjLVAi2v_Hm6uwZnX_xpYT8eVScsjA_eV2ZWy82YBr8163divDHRGE9zA139Lb6EHuQplbucSfWKO4snTf9Iyg-_zgdE23OOPKE-IfI4M8Q/s16000/DSC05764.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnI4FWSgwn9lyl58BeoBV2ZCzMP8qETtvaannbMbFQhKeEeKMM9vYKoP3coeizp8taYRPwv9XO3pfIntEFTMYt9kySeEs2D7G7Hr2oMMainixZ4q4H73hFyR33lihFfp9ra27E50TU9g/s700/DSC05766.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnI4FWSgwn9lyl58BeoBV2ZCzMP8qETtvaannbMbFQhKeEeKMM9vYKoP3coeizp8taYRPwv9XO3pfIntEFTMYt9kySeEs2D7G7Hr2oMMainixZ4q4H73hFyR33lihFfp9ra27E50TU9g/s16000/DSC05766.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">When you take down trees there is a lot of clean up. I drove the tractor and moved the logs into a pile. I had the easy work, Jerry had to put them in the tractor bucket!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtz1MSCV0XZvLZoWXS1grV2VXLia2Rd7g5DuOjW21qOk-OcIYrLy8AHC12ctYw9YAt-jSezjFYwS_LiYa7CYZ0gvja0tD5QdW4LW1BKtVU_b1qnF34Qe00hiczwO_bMxjJwzLJLG1Sw/s700/DSC05693.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtz1MSCV0XZvLZoWXS1grV2VXLia2Rd7g5DuOjW21qOk-OcIYrLy8AHC12ctYw9YAt-jSezjFYwS_LiYa7CYZ0gvja0tD5QdW4LW1BKtVU_b1qnF34Qe00hiczwO_bMxjJwzLJLG1Sw/s16000/DSC05693.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The new year brought sadness. The sixth was the one year anniversary of my dad's death. I miss them both so much! I wish I'd picked brighter colored flowers. These just blend in with the dead grass.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHVFGtnKFnT99DXkf6PPujcQZTqWihF9mqkozvMbxlHn6s0pMvXLpPNM72e8wNJvaBgdaHIiZDfPx93U9GxvoTbUmM9BTmEVfCQf5EqsYRWJuZyVWk5-Lnbbk9uFueica_rHtt-YyGA/s700/DSC05289.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHVFGtnKFnT99DXkf6PPujcQZTqWihF9mqkozvMbxlHn6s0pMvXLpPNM72e8wNJvaBgdaHIiZDfPx93U9GxvoTbUmM9BTmEVfCQf5EqsYRWJuZyVWk5-Lnbbk9uFueica_rHtt-YyGA/s16000/DSC05289.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">My answer to sadness is to get outside and be in nature. I'm grateful that the world God gave us is beautiful and healing!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx62pZfjSjMs8IEvI4PQ32n-FyCwrjATknumxHRNzk1XzLxI5Zy26DjECaPCveS3XE0jjMOIhj4D6iOOjgXJcQySP__cju8lytdmXUTdGDusDx1TwHc5Hnos_C-xSf4jn4krBJqli8vA/s700/DSC05758.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx62pZfjSjMs8IEvI4PQ32n-FyCwrjATknumxHRNzk1XzLxI5Zy26DjECaPCveS3XE0jjMOIhj4D6iOOjgXJcQySP__cju8lytdmXUTdGDusDx1TwHc5Hnos_C-xSf4jn4krBJqli8vA/s16000/DSC05758.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">During the winter, I'm able to get closer to the old railroad trestle behind our house. During other months there are too many snakes and mosquitoes!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdifpm2VsfQwiImET3WYF6LSvna6DHMOz7bRNsUQMbVPZRCodu9zEoPzbaFf6fo4x6VGa9nEL8EzDcFUgo7OIQhDffrFyj8NBUhUSOXvPCM9F9TTuoUG_Hja923e2DligAteGIkCOPg/s700/DSC05752.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdifpm2VsfQwiImET3WYF6LSvna6DHMOz7bRNsUQMbVPZRCodu9zEoPzbaFf6fo4x6VGa9nEL8EzDcFUgo7OIQhDffrFyj8NBUhUSOXvPCM9F9TTuoUG_Hja923e2DligAteGIkCOPg/s16000/DSC05752.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">There's an area in the creek that flows under the bridge that has a small waterfall. I stood there for a long while just listening to the water. In nature nothing is more soothing to me than the sound of water! I noticed this bright patch of sun on a fallen tree and the waterfall. Sometimes I like to try and make artsy pictures and this looked like the perfect opportunity. This is straight out of the camera, no editing. I really like how it turned out. It's was bright spot on a rather hard day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFAjhOXPGDbx3fs8hmH5U_IS3MNZNu_GzsYCkNQ-8iNTxYnO8NLePP5GUVbKIPQ73twk3GULYAFoNmgXOJfzKYA6gaGuveAWrp06i7-AXIXEvCawr-yn-EFs9ibMqf8GTAXqEke1dwg/s700/DSC05745-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFAjhOXPGDbx3fs8hmH5U_IS3MNZNu_GzsYCkNQ-8iNTxYnO8NLePP5GUVbKIPQ73twk3GULYAFoNmgXOJfzKYA6gaGuveAWrp06i7-AXIXEvCawr-yn-EFs9ibMqf8GTAXqEke1dwg/s16000/DSC05745-001.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Now let me get to my comment that 2021 did not start well with me. After considerable pain and a visit to my urologist, an 18mm kidney stone was discovered in my right kidney. Yes, it was a monster! Your kidney is only about the size of a fist; about 4-5 inches long, 2-3 inches wide, and 1 inch thick. Put a 1 1/2 inch stone in there and your will eventually have pain; sharp pain that almost makes you pass out! I won't go into any details, why bring up painful memories? I did get my first Covid test and thankfully it came back negative. On the 13th I had an outpatient lithotripsy procedure done. All I can say is I'm recovering SLOWLY and with some pain. Nothing excruciating like before, but none the less pain! I'm afraid it's going to be a long few weeks!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsgsvYrX4ML1Cdpm5IXDfftHzcthPObRR494Lzj2Bl9RIpW3xr5usR5Y0_y_OXb1R7Kh-TQ99HyrbW0wej0jGpsMatXgxD09c1w86Mq6sHcmKQ6swCLBzJHWT4kDLBITwI0plIvQApg/s700/DSC05799.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsgsvYrX4ML1Cdpm5IXDfftHzcthPObRR494Lzj2Bl9RIpW3xr5usR5Y0_y_OXb1R7Kh-TQ99HyrbW0wej0jGpsMatXgxD09c1w86Mq6sHcmKQ6swCLBzJHWT4kDLBITwI0plIvQApg/s16000/DSC05799.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">That's about sums up 2021 so far!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Not a great beginning, but I'm hoping for better days soon! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-80676424308214965762020-12-31T20:09:00.002-06:002020-12-31T20:09:50.759-06:00One Last Look at Christmas 2020<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4yO_Hn5xxIhdfDz17ejYPms1Wo1ER_bZOsUkFlKMBSNsfCCyuCUmSVPj892RChyphenhyphen8ihe_Yr4viNg-NWLnLsj11JBsLK6ZMNK3x2tuohC8bbpeUZTuXhgXNzTvNr3u-zsUR-PCWXnMZg/s700/DSC03544.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4yO_Hn5xxIhdfDz17ejYPms1Wo1ER_bZOsUkFlKMBSNsfCCyuCUmSVPj892RChyphenhyphen8ihe_Yr4viNg-NWLnLsj11JBsLK6ZMNK3x2tuohC8bbpeUZTuXhgXNzTvNr3u-zsUR-PCWXnMZg/w640-h426/DSC03544.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Here we are! New Year's Eve! I thought I'd get my last post of the year up and share a little of our Country Covid Christmas. I put up most of my decorations this year, but not all of them. I knew no one would be inside to see them, so I cut back a little. Not too much, just a little, as I really love my Christmas things! </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I had a special addition to my decorations this year. I inherited two nativity sets of my mother's. The first one below she painted in the early 1950's. You can tell they are a little dinged up, but they're still beautiful. She hasn't displayed them in several years as she received another set as a gift.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmR6mEy12Lc9FKUXLc9go0wadPs23o09feMrsS6j1FnzRt8Q4ecKEbgdlInx7RJuSKXDkxIIj5pQ7Z1_chuBX6Yc3kK0udibihMgvWCbZ3Q4B8ng-KUkB6ILNJymS3Pwqo53DTwLQcA/s700/DSC05690.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmR6mEy12Lc9FKUXLc9go0wadPs23o09feMrsS6j1FnzRt8Q4ecKEbgdlInx7RJuSKXDkxIIj5pQ7Z1_chuBX6Yc3kK0udibihMgvWCbZ3Q4B8ng-KUkB6ILNJymS3Pwqo53DTwLQcA/w640-h426/DSC05690.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My sister visited Israel several years ago and brought back mom a lovely Nativity</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> set carved from olive wood. There are so many pieces including the stable and they are beautiful. Since my sister has the same set, I was thrilled to be given this one!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrowZF1x3h7PcNEnQolYS_Ra0_mtkJ0eyFRMtEetZVLiP7s-k_aR-tqlU_3im-KdH8iQVrXZwTNy1wfE97iq6LuZjHuZyPyUqReC8H8sYV0Vqv266Kw8WNc-SVCkoLsDd-s3b7xTptQ/s700/DSC08479.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrowZF1x3h7PcNEnQolYS_Ra0_mtkJ0eyFRMtEetZVLiP7s-k_aR-tqlU_3im-KdH8iQVrXZwTNy1wfE97iq6LuZjHuZyPyUqReC8H8sYV0Vqv266Kw8WNc-SVCkoLsDd-s3b7xTptQ/w640-h426/DSC08479.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Now on to our family Christmas celebration. It was wonderful, different but still such a blessing to have our family together. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">As we did at Thanksgiving, we stayed outside. I'm so thankful that the day was beautiful; sunshine and not too cool! We had the traditional meal with plenty of sweets. </span></span></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Z5Wd2WIBZA0aCSmTqkUgWDjvOS9z7RMsAmWvkXf8txmoMR8pJE6GxJfMuhPgxDq41M-YtWRsX-m5wuDCdzM4gY857VWiTGsvRMtoZd1DOqO54za04JnEoX5VQKzmbQzszg4ZMo0ICg/s700/2020-12-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Z5Wd2WIBZA0aCSmTqkUgWDjvOS9z7RMsAmWvkXf8txmoMR8pJE6GxJfMuhPgxDq41M-YtWRsX-m5wuDCdzM4gY857VWiTGsvRMtoZd1DOqO54za04JnEoX5VQKzmbQzszg4ZMo0ICg/w640-h426/2020-12-20.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">We even had a Christmas tree to put the presents under. Well, really around as it was a small tree! The boys didn't seem to mind where they opened their presents, outside was fine with them. We were all grateful that we were able to celebrate safely together. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-e8NgDfFEvi-37be7uVpn5eckSfaS_i31BMn2GG4tFAwovokCQ-O1kUn4H7u4rmWio8N5aTEinQxFtJ9uvDZFYOJILjAF0xxcD0FkKO6pd-ooodQnktjsrBXM2Dw4-MFofh_lLppIA/s700/DSC05525.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-e8NgDfFEvi-37be7uVpn5eckSfaS_i31BMn2GG4tFAwovokCQ-O1kUn4H7u4rmWio8N5aTEinQxFtJ9uvDZFYOJILjAF0xxcD0FkKO6pd-ooodQnktjsrBXM2Dw4-MFofh_lLppIA/w640-h426/DSC05525.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">During the month of December I did a little photo project with some of my ornaments. I took them with me whenever I was out and about. Some of the pictures were taken in my yard, but several were taken in random places where I happened to be. I enjoyed finding the perfect spot for them.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlM47k5Jb-j1mKg1xqZUH4amVpVKgk-uNWhWCANEHvlEcCANlMSNpETrxBUeMRP-RDnKnpeitaFybmI3qVneoYY4mmBqOe2tUIJGcpiIAptGUWNBleMTwp7Ejni-MvcIvkmdvcyWM-eA/s700/DSC05162.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlM47k5Jb-j1mKg1xqZUH4amVpVKgk-uNWhWCANEHvlEcCANlMSNpETrxBUeMRP-RDnKnpeitaFybmI3qVneoYY4mmBqOe2tUIJGcpiIAptGUWNBleMTwp7Ejni-MvcIvkmdvcyWM-eA/w320-h320/DSC05162.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_uuxvjjaHNaRWbxwLoGz5WobvK6E4S8GvGpsIGbA3HOjyU58SJsjEZ4vtcvUbZuAO1YtN11kaKbgTpk70lXSHPVNbcb6um81lL0WkJ1snqPSb7Vi182qmO-EB6fqlkJ0Yh1toKzJ8g/s700/DSC05187.JPG" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; 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font-size: x-large;">With the twinkling of an eye this year has gone. 2020 is a year we will always remember. It was a year with hardships and sorrows, but also one that taught us many things like appreciating what we have and not taking things for granted. One of the ways I survived this year was the practice of gratitude for the large things and for the most insignificant. I plan to keep on being grateful each day of 2021. I am blessed over and over!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">My wish for you on this last day of 2020 is that you and your loved ones will have a peaceful, joyful 2021!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-70625046670405203122020-12-18T11:00:00.000-06:002020-12-18T11:00:05.825-06:00A Winter Memory<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtCRoIFxSDU1WD8GW0BVdQ781-RUBp8FL42aF9W7GaAvjFsOy6qOKSiA-rhR_SFk3JefN3ACPCFbpqev3GK8BApDLnW9_mVKD-6y8z0Jb07c8e_0nZ7q5JR6XUIlJMRXKUv-z_Cd79Q/s700/DSC03591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtCRoIFxSDU1WD8GW0BVdQ781-RUBp8FL42aF9W7GaAvjFsOy6qOKSiA-rhR_SFk3JefN3ACPCFbpqev3GK8BApDLnW9_mVKD-6y8z0Jb07c8e_0nZ7q5JR6XUIlJMRXKUv-z_Cd79Q/w640-h426/DSC03591.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />I barely slept that night. The excitement was too much for my six-year-old little heart. Early the next morning I was going rabbit hunting with my daddy. We rose early right after dawn and ate a quick breakfast. Mom bundled me up in my warmest shirt and pants, two pair of socks, coat, mittens, and a cap. We headed out into the bitterly cold morning and crossed the road to an open field that sparkled in the rising sun. Around the field was a barbed-wire fence that daddy helped me through. I couldn’t believe how deep the snow was. It came up to my knees which made it hard to walk. It was more like a shuffle as I pushed my little legs through the deep snow. I tried to walk in daddy’s footsteps, but they were too far apart. It didn’t take long for the deep snow to fill my boots and soak my pants. This rabbit hunting was tiring and cold. We didn’t see a single rabbit although daddy did point out some rabbit tracks in the snow. I looked back across the field toward home wishing I was inside where it was warm. I really don’t know why daddy took me hunting. He knew you had to be quiet to sneak up on a rabbit and he knew I could be a Chatty Cathy at times. Finally, daddy was ready to return home. We retraced our crooked trail of footsteps back across the field which seemed to be growing as we walked. About the time I thought I couldn’t take another step we came to the barbed-wire fence. Daddy separated the wires and I ducked through, only I didn’t step far enough over the bottom wire. One of the prongs tore my pants and poked into my leg. I still remember the bright red blood on the white snow. That was not such a great ending to a day I was looking forward to with excitement. I was so glad when we were inside in our warm home. My cheeks were tingly, my fingers and toes were ice cold, and my leg stung, but mommy was there to make it all better. Even though rabbit hunting wasn’t near as exciting as I thought it would be, it is still a special memory of a winter day with my daddy.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Winter Writing Sanctuary</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Assignment: A Winter Memory</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-51095225031395697382020-12-11T15:09:00.000-06:002020-12-11T15:09:32.675-06:00Hot Chocolate on a Winter's Day<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDrMuLu4murArHtMOgGotlX3yVNycOA490LhHdhFrBNLU4y_cs3qLs8YfTmiLZmoep5J8ZbkxXYhfnubDglCQqcINMeWMhICaBBqDqfpcpLUl5jvx5v4FaGDQzqqm8DE4yxS83sTEEA/s2048/DSC04868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDrMuLu4murArHtMOgGotlX3yVNycOA490LhHdhFrBNLU4y_cs3qLs8YfTmiLZmoep5J8ZbkxXYhfnubDglCQqcINMeWMhICaBBqDqfpcpLUl5jvx5v4FaGDQzqqm8DE4yxS83sTEEA/w640-h426/DSC04868.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Whether it’s hot tea, hot coffee, or hot cider they all taste bitter to me. That leaves hot chocolate when I need something warm to drink. I’m not much of a fan of hot chocolate either, but sometimes I need the coziness of a warm drink in my hands. The hot chocolate mix that I use sits in a tall clear container on the counter. It’s easy to fix, just scoop out one-quarter cup of the mix and add hot water. I have a pretty green winter mug with a primitive red bird among snowflakes that I use. It’s a strange mug, instead of being round it’s square. Do you realize how hard it is to drink out of a square mug? The hot chocolate tends to dribble out the corners! If I drank hot chocolate more often, I would buy me a different one. <br /><br />As I stir the mixture, I think about long ago winters when I played outside in the snow until my cheeks were pink, my nose tingly, and my hands frozen inside of wet mittens. When mom called me in to warm up, she would have a cup of hot chocolate ready with cookies or popcorn. Her hot chocolate wasn’t like mine which is made mixing several ingredients together and just adding water. No, hers took more time and effort. She used Hershey’s Cocoa and milk which had to be watched closely as it warmed so it wouldn’t scorch. <br /><br />One Christmas she bought Santa face mugs for our hot chocolate. I’m guessing my mug is about sixty years old, so I don’t used if anymore except to decorate with. During the Christmas season I bring it out and either fill it with candy canes or jingle bells. Every time I unpack it and place it on the counter, I remember my mom’s hot chocolate. It was much better than mine! </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * </b></span></span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: start;">Winter Writing Sanctuary </span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: start;">Assignment – Your Favorite Cuppa</span></div></span><br /></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-67137693181873214762020-12-08T11:19:00.000-06:002020-12-08T11:19:00.645-06:00Doomed!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8W-WMQV3lT6VHiO2p2JIEaH4Mnxm9Sy631vTepGJYf0GK7s7u3wbHAOzYYtig5KKxKUHb15YULvrgYbzmOJMYKnJw_ZE-dbq0JQ4g_TVHUS4OWw-EnRPqnWcfpOs_a7LvTijHobCuA/s700/DSC05111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8W-WMQV3lT6VHiO2p2JIEaH4Mnxm9Sy631vTepGJYf0GK7s7u3wbHAOzYYtig5KKxKUHb15YULvrgYbzmOJMYKnJw_ZE-dbq0JQ4g_TVHUS4OWw-EnRPqnWcfpOs_a7LvTijHobCuA/w640-h426/DSC05111.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Susie, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I sat down today to write and invite you for Christmas lunch, but now I’m rethinking that. Seems I have a problem. A problem that involves a very annoying human. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">We all make mistakes, some of them small and some of them huge. This time I made a really big one! I chose the wrong place for my home. I found this wonderful place with oak trees stretching to the sky. Since I love heights, I picked the ÂÂtallest one. When the wind blows I’m able to fall asleep as the large branches sway. And, the acorns, oh my, there are thousands of acorns. There would be no limit on acorns to stash and during the cold days ahead, I could have a feast every day. It seemed the perfect place to winter. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">That was until SHE came out. She had the audacity to sit below my tree. MY TREE! There I was stuck high above with no easy way down. Not only did she sit there, she stayed! With the warm sun shining on her and a book in her hand she had no desire to leave. What’s a squirrel to do? Of course, you know I can jump from tree to tree, but my tree isn’t close to another tree and that was my second mistake. I didn’t plan for an emergency escape route. I tried throwing a few acorns at her, but she just laughed; laughed right out loud! Slowly I crept down the trunk to a lower branch. There was only one thing to do . . . jump! With outstretched legs I launched myself as hard as I could just like a flying squirrel, which I am not. With a loud splat, I landed hard on my belly right in front of her. Ha! I startled her, maybe scared her so bad she won’t sit under my tree again! I took off at a run to the nearby woods climbed a tall pine, rubbed my aching belly, and dreamed of my comfy nest across the way. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Should I find another tree? Build another nest? No, I like my tree and I like my nest! It’s the best tree in the neighborhood. The perfect tree! The perfect nest! Well it would be perfect if I could only get rid of her! I know, what to do. I’ll wish for cold, cold weather and lots of snow. That should keep her and her book inside! I’m wishing! I’m wishing! I’m wishing! And I’m singing . . . Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Oh no, I’ve just had a thought. What if she likes cold weather and snowy days. I’m doomed! Doomed to sitting in a scratchy pine tree gazing longingly at my nest. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Do you think maybe I could come visit you on Christmas? I’ll bring some acorns for acorn stew!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Yours truly, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Skyler the Squirrel </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">* * * * * </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Winter Writing Sanctuary </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Assignment: a different perspective </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This writing is based on a true story. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Names have been changed to protect the innocent.</span></div></span>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-22981007809514382062020-12-07T10:34:00.000-06:002020-12-07T10:34:05.973-06:00Walk of Wonder<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmpDOq2lVW24r1E7ypkM1Ic1lLb6ZutoU545I6A2pwLpPJYHIVp46Ff3MGEic0K1pXS9fL7RLH9ZuPBdPE3OsDc2mDnNjQXE8E1l_wwAB0kSU0-BIk4gvR5F-m0JWQxg0xv58BvAs1g/s700/DSC06892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmpDOq2lVW24r1E7ypkM1Ic1lLb6ZutoU545I6A2pwLpPJYHIVp46Ff3MGEic0K1pXS9fL7RLH9ZuPBdPE3OsDc2mDnNjQXE8E1l_wwAB0kSU0-BIk4gvR5F-m0JWQxg0xv58BvAs1g/w640-h429/DSC06892.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Come walk with me. I need a breath of fresh air and I’d like to take a Walk of Wonder. I’d like to see what is changing in nature as Winter is settling in. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4GKoWzmmQAn5O2vA89pBXf6hbDQgyg3NjELX5YwRtE929AeQFdzdxMvcnITHVTLhan6ns_VGPw6EK8fNQZkZfjq4qLTQwLH5uyuTW4ObJEdQ6Y-fqIaTvlVsuXC0qnZi__PfWzjODA/s700/DSC05092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4GKoWzmmQAn5O2vA89pBXf6hbDQgyg3NjELX5YwRtE929AeQFdzdxMvcnITHVTLhan6ns_VGPw6EK8fNQZkZfjq4qLTQwLH5uyuTW4ObJEdQ6Y-fqIaTvlVsuXC0qnZi__PfWzjODA/w640-h426/DSC05092.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Let’s head down the sidewalk and toward the woods. I need to sweep the sidewalk; it’s covered with an abundance of small acorns and they are making such noise as they crunch under our feet. Let’s walk on the grass. It’s not so noisy here and we can listen to other nature sounds; stop a minute and listen. The wind is rustling through the drying leaves and sweeping through the pine trees and more acorns are falling hitting the sidewalk and ground. The squirrels are chattering back and forth as they race around a tree.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUNIOHnWZ9h9ifWOUSrAXZxVGrssoMGSxIxMQir1oz03SmPiGNsA_A2i-qlyHe9x5tGfPfpJjYlZCqjIgcUzB4euFswtJLmJY7ycsuC5LDGDw5-btQMk0NR83QK2fxevW_rBeObRNiA/s700/DSC04964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUNIOHnWZ9h9ifWOUSrAXZxVGrssoMGSxIxMQir1oz03SmPiGNsA_A2i-qlyHe9x5tGfPfpJjYlZCqjIgcUzB4euFswtJLmJY7ycsuC5LDGDw5-btQMk0NR83QK2fxevW_rBeObRNiA/w640-h429/DSC04964.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />I think the little brown wrens have spotted us. They’re darting away deeper into the woods. I miss the summer birds that have flown away for the winter. I miss their cheerful singing. Of course, some birds do winter here with us. I can hear a woodpecker over on that dead tree beating a rhythm while the chickadees sing. Don’t you just love the chic-a-dee-dee song? It’s one bird song I can mimic! It seems the black crows are trying to out sing them, but their song is a little too harsh and loud for me. Oh, look up, quickly! There go geese flying low and honking like trumpeters. They are so low that even with all the loud honking you can hear their wings beating as they head south in their familiar V-shape.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFklSVzdYYCI7bPlRJ11XXwFCwUmqcibQwVPmu4uAlXnpEISRun8pk0wlYcTmm4o5boSJYMWQgoFWCbn-UyFA_dECte4UrAt4oCYcmbMJNWVBq0dFjWab3tfrDKAPBAsuEmXMcTZOGA/s700/DSC04191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFklSVzdYYCI7bPlRJ11XXwFCwUmqcibQwVPmu4uAlXnpEISRun8pk0wlYcTmm4o5boSJYMWQgoFWCbn-UyFA_dECte4UrAt4oCYcmbMJNWVBq0dFjWab3tfrDKAPBAsuEmXMcTZOGA/w640-h429/DSC04191.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />As long we we’ve paused in our walking, let’s look around and enjoy the last of autumns colors. I’m so glad the sun is shining today. It makes the leaves of the gum trees shimmer in yellow and golds. The oak leaves are mostly brown and faded yellows and the leaves on the Bradford Pear have turned a lovely burgundy red. If you look along the fence row that small tree has pretty pink spots on its leaves. I wonder what type of tree it is. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheavqgle81Vy1bzoRvKUd__ZYML0N2Fr2S5guFZkXdWPd7E4qsB2sK-GSPvZVRhs6fBKYJb3ra4ljRtVn-VtxvN9CHzwH3A1fd4jdxxTqnCO0S0MUGb4LuglcBdRcKjvtyA2ApIfWW7w/s700/DSC01698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheavqgle81Vy1bzoRvKUd__ZYML0N2Fr2S5guFZkXdWPd7E4qsB2sK-GSPvZVRhs6fBKYJb3ra4ljRtVn-VtxvN9CHzwH3A1fd4jdxxTqnCO0S0MUGb4LuglcBdRcKjvtyA2ApIfWW7w/w640-h426/DSC01698.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Don’t just look at the ground or at eye level; look up. So many leaves have fallen to the ground and now you can see the tangle of the tree limbs reaching for the sky. I’ve often wondered what makes a limb grow this way or that way. I’ve also wondered why some trees have struggled and grown crooked. I know they try to find the easiest path to sunshine, but some are bent in the strangest ways. Look way up at the very top of that oak tree. With the leaves gone you can see where one of our resident squirrels live. They are cute to watch as they gather the acorns and hide them, but they are persistently trying to rob the birdseed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7iwlcu5No2UarCYkufM6xDESsVoT0D3VzSC-8YgEEll28UwBw3jE81sS-TXKFOFl5xnQ41fPb1vAsgalprxUb_1GFSiex69J5W2joBBE_wU9987Bdot9Nx68GVsM7-Pe9iZjxFHoSg/s700/DSC01748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7iwlcu5No2UarCYkufM6xDESsVoT0D3VzSC-8YgEEll28UwBw3jE81sS-TXKFOFl5xnQ41fPb1vAsgalprxUb_1GFSiex69J5W2joBBE_wU9987Bdot9Nx68GVsM7-Pe9iZjxFHoSg/w640-h426/DSC01748.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />I’m getting a crick in my neck looking up, so let’s head on down toward the woods. Have you noticed how many pine trees are around here? They are such tall straight trees. I can see that they are shedding some. The ground below them is covered in brown needles. And, look at the fence and bushes below them! The fallen needles caught on them and it reminds me of the old-fashioned aluminum icicles we used to hang on our Christmas trees. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW3DSd4-SCMygcJ4Fazg6EpQfFLBrAxugeOIK8-cuOZu7ivD2dIFs_21KCh4F2j4tdCFzHhWdQSYb2BGSQNH-SoRd8QVCDD9gzSoBoZLvh9SFwtb1pIOBRSmm3fceaduIDDnl64vRu3w/s700/DSCF1888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW3DSd4-SCMygcJ4Fazg6EpQfFLBrAxugeOIK8-cuOZu7ivD2dIFs_21KCh4F2j4tdCFzHhWdQSYb2BGSQNH-SoRd8QVCDD9gzSoBoZLvh9SFwtb1pIOBRSmm3fceaduIDDnl64vRu3w/w640-h429/DSCF1888.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Let’s go back to walking. My neighbors must be burning leaves again. He tries so hard to keep his yard leaf free. We try to keep the yard around the house free of leaves, but down in the pasture there are more trees and a lot more leaves. Let’s be like children and kick the leaves into the air. Take a deep breath; smell the muskiness of decaying leaves and the dampness of the earth. Seems our kicking has uncovered a patch of mushrooms. I guess the damp earth under the leaves is the perfect condition for them to sprout up. I like mushrooms they are one of my favorite things in nature, but I do not like the rank smell they have when they begin to rot, especially those big brown ones. I will admit that the smell of rotting mushrooms is not one of my favorite smells! <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_IgTpHPahomV6LrmxTOwU4UbA5nEmCHL-ag3qiYjCb2C_kPzc58NEsM4auHwhIRUEu84rDo8wOafppXhF0rYgP-8ik17zbDuFH2Y2VdX5lsYWawzIv7A3p0m-7XZ2BAmr3ubhyphenhyphenbwNA/s700/DSCF5776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="700" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_IgTpHPahomV6LrmxTOwU4UbA5nEmCHL-ag3qiYjCb2C_kPzc58NEsM4auHwhIRUEu84rDo8wOafppXhF0rYgP-8ik17zbDuFH2Y2VdX5lsYWawzIv7A3p0m-7XZ2BAmr3ubhyphenhyphenbwNA/w640-h430/DSCF5776.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />We’ve wandered for a good while now, it might be time to head back in. The air does seem to be getting colder and I’m ready for some hot chocolate and some cookies. Have you seen how beautiful my camellia bush is this winter? I’m glad I planted it right by the front door, This year it has been stunning with its multitude of bright Christmas red blooms. I can see the bees are still hanging around them though they do seem to be moving slower and sitting on the blooms longer. That’s to our advantage, we can observe them closely without the chance of a sting.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WLz3vrsaYu_o36cFNeY3Eaax0Utit-eKenvRp2-36lHm5VMDZFzKsEaIp5lpyV0_TRAUJS4RlSxVa_BCC_Owm4k9EwzmVdVnFky_uqs1vmD3_aTX1V6j_t33ONtsg86vmrQL4G1qQA/s700/DSC04811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WLz3vrsaYu_o36cFNeY3Eaax0Utit-eKenvRp2-36lHm5VMDZFzKsEaIp5lpyV0_TRAUJS4RlSxVa_BCC_Owm4k9EwzmVdVnFky_uqs1vmD3_aTX1V6j_t33ONtsg86vmrQL4G1qQA/w640-h426/DSC04811.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />I’m glad you walked with me on this gorgeous day. There were so many things in nature that can only be seen, heard and smelled during this season of Autumn turning into Winter. Did the walk slow your down and relax you? It certainly did me. It's a perfect way to reduce the anxiety we’re feeling this year. Come back any time and we’ll do this again. We both need to focus on the beauty of nature and not on our problems. Goodbye and I love you!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>* * * * *</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Winter Writing Sanctuary</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Assignment: Walk of Wonder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-5374420782493549702020-12-01T13:51:00.002-06:002020-12-01T13:51:50.297-06:00A Thanksgiving to Remember<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pOk9eXgndRWjYiidMqDUyrrC4SPaONJqKAr9zZQBj79cfvODkayvB5EQQZX_K115_YBNRWCX8Ru5L5svDNKIsbSzDBb8jOBGbmZcOMNeAJv0lxjbzQWpfu9r2qcsRo2rwjLoni4k5A/s700/DSC00584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pOk9eXgndRWjYiidMqDUyrrC4SPaONJqKAr9zZQBj79cfvODkayvB5EQQZX_K115_YBNRWCX8Ru5L5svDNKIsbSzDBb8jOBGbmZcOMNeAJv0lxjbzQWpfu9r2qcsRo2rwjLoni4k5A/w640-h426/DSC00584.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Happiness is a choice. As each new day approaches, we decide will our day be filled with happiness or misery. Some days are easy to decide, some are not. This most unusual Thanksgiving made us stop and evaluate the way we celebrated in the past and how we could find happiness in a less traditional celebration. We faced many questions. How could we abandon our family traditions? How could our family safely gather? Many of us were spending the first major holiday without a loved one this year. Many were alone or quarantined. It wasn't the Thanksgiving we were looking forward to!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_4QqHmdLOdypLX3LFMsWYg0ZYxqArnXFrUiWuVEukmhDjVtvVEojFq8vPseTg-DITXMNGVE1Zo0ZEYSrP-P1AHJlFjTxz_8WWwzGAz3lptizWb53WUl42-eNH2hx3HEVxKSySSHf1A/s700/2020-11-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="700" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_4QqHmdLOdypLX3LFMsWYg0ZYxqArnXFrUiWuVEukmhDjVtvVEojFq8vPseTg-DITXMNGVE1Zo0ZEYSrP-P1AHJlFjTxz_8WWwzGAz3lptizWb53WUl42-eNH2hx3HEVxKSySSHf1A/w640-h438/2020-11-27.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fortunately, my family was able to get together. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">My two children, their spouses, and our five grandsons gathered with us to celebrate. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">We spend the day outside social distanced. To be safe each family ate at a different table decorated with fresh flowers that Jerry provided. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnpfDDejHySH7fxKmxb9rGXgDExM-dldcTwfdHsXFOdFpsMCTKnjCFF9zcx7pzER2ptJkjrDpYzk0EF4bencjshZ5ujIObv7_TipO_HXAQYC9kFwgE1HBuSBJIDz52zckPiZ307F9eg/s700/DSC06092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnpfDDejHySH7fxKmxb9rGXgDExM-dldcTwfdHsXFOdFpsMCTKnjCFF9zcx7pzER2ptJkjrDpYzk0EF4bencjshZ5ujIObv7_TipO_HXAQYC9kFwgE1HBuSBJIDz52zckPiZ307F9eg/w640-h428/DSC06092.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We didn't have the traditional turkey and dressing this year. I </span><span style="font-family: arial;">made a chicken and dressing casserole instead. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">I thought if we were going to do things differently, lets change the food up a little. We did have our traditional corn casserole, squash casserole, deviled eggs, cranberry salad, and potato salad. As I was cutting up potatoes for the potato salad I realized how fortunate I am that my grandmother and mother passed down family recipes. I also wondered how many potatoes I've cut up for Thanksgiving potato salad over the years.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9oGXR6kNGfPg-9LnFltFd9JHsJc_5FAFSkhxsIqFZON2Xe4pXPe7E5qMSppyOQ3vXNwg_DS6Az8Hpy5LQFbPWodHxDwSctom7azuTVnh1M99ZY-8tCTPZileK1xapQlLDVsL8sOq9Q/s700/DSC05129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9oGXR6kNGfPg-9LnFltFd9JHsJc_5FAFSkhxsIqFZON2Xe4pXPe7E5qMSppyOQ3vXNwg_DS6Az8Hpy5LQFbPWodHxDwSctom7azuTVnh1M99ZY-8tCTPZileK1xapQlLDVsL8sOq9Q/w640-h480/DSC05129.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We were blessed with good weather, not great, but good. It was overcast and a little chilly, but jackets and a bonfire kept us warm. It was peaceful sitting around the fire talking, laughing, and remembering family tales. In the afternoon we made smores and the boys roasted hot dogs. I can't remember the last time I had a gooey smore. I don't really like marshmallows, but on graham crackers with chocolate . . . delicious! </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am grateful for my family who were willing and happy to adapt to a Covid Thanksgiving. It was a holiday we'll always remember. I would say this Thanksgiving ranked way up there at the top of the best Thanksgivings I've had. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Our memories of 2020 will probably not include too many great times. We'll remember the fear, the anxiety, and the heartbreak of this year. I know there were good times, too, but they seemed to be overshadowed by bad. So far, Thanksgiving has been the highlight of my year. As we approach another holiday, we'll do the very same thing. We'll plan a safe and happy Covid Christmas. We may need a larger bonfire, hats, gloves, scarves, heavy coats, and long johns, but we'll smile and love it!</span></span></p><p><br /></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-53790944671774566002020-11-20T08:40:00.000-06:002020-11-20T08:40:16.460-06:00A Little Too Early<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqEwUIeRlzkejSc-aV1xIdD2rIkfQaeeUnH8zo1VYmQuzn4xQ8pkbrPYdzQXE7hts4Vh43b2k2wSFKkZhFNDmOM_EtWacN2Nr5C6j2ENj7T0IkeyNyRvurHjYz1OibLmurSClJqnP6w/s700/DSC01790.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqEwUIeRlzkejSc-aV1xIdD2rIkfQaeeUnH8zo1VYmQuzn4xQ8pkbrPYdzQXE7hts4Vh43b2k2wSFKkZhFNDmOM_EtWacN2Nr5C6j2ENj7T0IkeyNyRvurHjYz1OibLmurSClJqnP6w/w640-h429/DSC01790.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Sometimes the simplest words can mean the most. His simple question on a Saturday morning was "do you want to go look at leaves?" Why is that so special? He drives all over Arkansas everyday delivering food for the Arkansas Food Bank. On Saturday the last thing he wants to do is go for a long drive, but he asked anyway, knowing that I'm isolating at home and needing to get away. That's love! Well, you know my answer! Yes! Let me grab my camera!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hmaH0GhQ6-l5_1v_yAh8YK-KH4-9wSajCo8FpfJ0DDqkHDCwT9uLqaiLRFIfOrnv2HQM_gwohyphenhyphenfaatuedq0HgL9GcOl_6JLpfabYta7pn4yd0reJ0qKn7PvVkH-6TQu3EyEQ1yTusQ/s700/DSC01814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hmaH0GhQ6-l5_1v_yAh8YK-KH4-9wSajCo8FpfJ0DDqkHDCwT9uLqaiLRFIfOrnv2HQM_gwohyphenhyphenfaatuedq0HgL9GcOl_6JLpfabYta7pn4yd0reJ0qKn7PvVkH-6TQu3EyEQ1yTusQ/w640-h428/DSC01814.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">He chose the Greer's Ferry Lake area as our destination. He drives that way a lot and had some things in addition to the leaves that he wanted to show me. We were about a week too early for the full showing of color.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w6TbSXRHUu89WJ_xrpSd7-HzpIfOHzClolJozpaiaN5mJtaXJedkZoT3N8IO2H7PvDVfy_lPq1lElQJqkyhKPRUXYBb5tdhHD4fxdewTYuysooIp0GQwPUSKXueROdC38ynZ2-TS2g/s700/DSC01763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w6TbSXRHUu89WJ_xrpSd7-HzpIfOHzClolJozpaiaN5mJtaXJedkZoT3N8IO2H7PvDVfy_lPq1lElQJqkyhKPRUXYBb5tdhHD4fxdewTYuysooIp0GQwPUSKXueROdC38ynZ2-TS2g/w640-h426/DSC01763.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Although the fall colors weren't at their peak, there were other things that captured my interest, like these trees literally growing out of small patches of dirt on huge rocks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7PpR5qDN2NyrOw82BcihO9tpTmXz2WxAInLJFh5PHBeqoa9f1FUnW1hIorx0GpSn38HO2lxB1U8ATOSTtK3fTa6CZ-m5xTgG6lTMj98KZECvKgeYrMtlgezZ43Fh5XYOzK33YYZNzA/s700/DSC04339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7PpR5qDN2NyrOw82BcihO9tpTmXz2WxAInLJFh5PHBeqoa9f1FUnW1hIorx0GpSn38HO2lxB1U8ATOSTtK3fTa6CZ-m5xTgG6lTMj98KZECvKgeYrMtlgezZ43Fh5XYOzK33YYZNzA/w640-h426/DSC04339.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">It wasn't that we didn't see any autumn colors, we did! I asked him to pull over and let me take this picture. The reds were gorgeous with the morning sun shining on them!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZx14ui_HctlLRHtKh9ovS48CIB3jDXjmUjkqWd2YQHepkuLKMj4kvTL6tXWqFYeL58BQswXpo6WHULD6yo4E1LM_qb0i_ENP1Wi8NUw5MIjjewQFJZBF260_XZyS5n-1nr2oyaBClSg/s700/DSC01818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZx14ui_HctlLRHtKh9ovS48CIB3jDXjmUjkqWd2YQHepkuLKMj4kvTL6tXWqFYeL58BQswXpo6WHULD6yo4E1LM_qb0i_ENP1Wi8NUw5MIjjewQFJZBF260_XZyS5n-1nr2oyaBClSg/w640-h426/DSC01818.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">If you look closely, there's a little bit of color starting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2syRWJzy91fmvDqxezId3RhLObD8AUkKq9a3mDqOgSOosfliXrRW6Q31vQoPgcF_QtAqwLwRqQiQbWr7UHqdqQ0nsQzoc65VU3lcsV1aoRjBEEKU4JSNzmmBP_czd4QDV_vrigODAw/s700/DSC01836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2syRWJzy91fmvDqxezId3RhLObD8AUkKq9a3mDqOgSOosfliXrRW6Q31vQoPgcF_QtAqwLwRqQiQbWr7UHqdqQ0nsQzoc65VU3lcsV1aoRjBEEKU4JSNzmmBP_czd4QDV_vrigODAw/w640-h426/DSC01836.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I was watching some show the other day and the criminal had a strange fascination with taking pictures of bridges. I was offended. I'm no criminal and I don't find it strange to love bridges!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubMIyIVD2Dpk4Wu7q31u8l5KH5PW6fYez7Nv1ZmOb_C7Yb1YQbWYpcsSUeK2Oh-ZnIQftqFM4wB0IflOerZK5LjeXMyd9B2-8CgYsY1gvyIiWwVBLvFX-NelkHyXJBjIIG_Aif-Hs5A/s700/DSC01821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubMIyIVD2Dpk4Wu7q31u8l5KH5PW6fYez7Nv1ZmOb_C7Yb1YQbWYpcsSUeK2Oh-ZnIQftqFM4wB0IflOerZK5LjeXMyd9B2-8CgYsY1gvyIiWwVBLvFX-NelkHyXJBjIIG_Aif-Hs5A/w640-h427/DSC01821.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">We drove on to Heber Springs so Jerry could show me this well-kept dogtrot house. Dogtrot houses were thought to originate in the 1800's. The central opening between two rooms, the living area and the kitchen/dining room, would create cross breezes making it the coolest spot in the house. It was also where the family dog camped out, hence the name dogtrot was given.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrHrjQpGqbYwI787WcZphbCfv5_czZYpJpGDRAKdmKo3PWHc9zQtYXzsmWmlrZzaj4QD-OeR2HU3RnLcJmMXS_p4s_sX8gMYLmJlysZlrX9Veb_pMfxTpYJegpwhhSoShMTBQUVERFA/s700/DSC04377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrHrjQpGqbYwI787WcZphbCfv5_czZYpJpGDRAKdmKo3PWHc9zQtYXzsmWmlrZzaj4QD-OeR2HU3RnLcJmMXS_p4s_sX8gMYLmJlysZlrX9Veb_pMfxTpYJegpwhhSoShMTBQUVERFA/w640-h426/DSC04377.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Jerry was disappointed for me that the trees had not yet turned. Me, I wasn't disapppointed at all! There are plenty of other things I love to take pictures of; old barns top that list.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKLw5UEyGCsivwihqdrBXdWPBCjuDhAehkZ5yopJyaxYCRg0mhPRLqu3AwOKe0IQS8AWniH8WEDSe87ZV7Sl8QRfWJcoAFzx_rtrY0i7aUCklwJc4pKxA2jaZWe2MQKRBOVaovwcxOA/s700/DSC04341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKLw5UEyGCsivwihqdrBXdWPBCjuDhAehkZ5yopJyaxYCRg0mhPRLqu3AwOKe0IQS8AWniH8WEDSe87ZV7Sl8QRfWJcoAFzx_rtrY0i7aUCklwJc4pKxA2jaZWe2MQKRBOVaovwcxOA/w640-h428/DSC04341.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevDDM4yiUfvw_dbuRGtlImmIQBUxMVLblPneXzwokwul6NFhPLOKFX8OwYAscfjR-TyizSB8_LVeEUCON50lQcgLmsUq2b_psV4rdZdNKo1hIZ3H4VdBsgxTKmrbR2K-Xvoi8GWRMcA/s700/DSC04419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevDDM4yiUfvw_dbuRGtlImmIQBUxMVLblPneXzwokwul6NFhPLOKFX8OwYAscfjR-TyizSB8_LVeEUCON50lQcgLmsUq2b_psV4rdZdNKo1hIZ3H4VdBsgxTKmrbR2K-Xvoi8GWRMcA/w640-h428/DSC04419.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">wind damage, never repaired<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Most of the barn pictures were taken out of the window as we drove by. Thankfully on country roads Jerry could slow down a little as we passed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsi44ioB9TNJj6-4EZ4Gz1uFZApDvDoU5EB4PiJ5xPNxs1rwfyJfp93j9SNzst9fTdU7ihIFHOFyZtlUMDseVZhfPmWLQxXCwmyciV7W11vUQmIQeZ8Yvm9PASEecnH780kRSkn6olw/s700/DSC01835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsi44ioB9TNJj6-4EZ4Gz1uFZApDvDoU5EB4PiJ5xPNxs1rwfyJfp93j9SNzst9fTdU7ihIFHOFyZtlUMDseVZhfPmWLQxXCwmyciV7W11vUQmIQeZ8Yvm9PASEecnH780kRSkn6olw/w640-h426/DSC01835.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">And, then there was this old business. I have no idea what it was, but the sign on the door says office.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MXxu0quMEz3YOfVtP3oOqMTYkNlCYN-QiL_J0tHRXLWvwPZQPpF7T56gNNss4rOS87ohCtSTMjjXmzATgG4Xb3A47V5SuuE8oP6iNaUWi76kiZypLSv2XXCS2_CZoKM5UcSxfc4svA/s700/DSC01828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MXxu0quMEz3YOfVtP3oOqMTYkNlCYN-QiL_J0tHRXLWvwPZQPpF7T56gNNss4rOS87ohCtSTMjjXmzATgG4Xb3A47V5SuuE8oP6iNaUWi76kiZypLSv2XXCS2_CZoKM5UcSxfc4svA/w640-h426/DSC01828.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">back side of the building</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">It wasn't the day Jerry wanted me to have. He wanted to show me autumn's colors, but it was the very best day and one I desperately needed!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-36022215700825245762020-10-29T12:20:00.002-05:002020-10-29T12:20:11.645-05:00Destination: Shirley, Ar<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWJAqta4ZqxJijDpZ_wVgW_tCf14fVPRl_EG_ooNcfs0lfqv9nNXjOH0uBiyUkDzhkIeetdWYEgGP4oCKIwYeBNssX2Amk7pQYMrheWwByr7jt_a5J1wG2C0eLFgNZZzXpXjPKVLjhg/s700/DSC01521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWJAqta4ZqxJijDpZ_wVgW_tCf14fVPRl_EG_ooNcfs0lfqv9nNXjOH0uBiyUkDzhkIeetdWYEgGP4oCKIwYeBNssX2Amk7pQYMrheWwByr7jt_a5J1wG2C0eLFgNZZzXpXjPKVLjhg/s16000/DSC01521.JPG" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I've spent a lot of time the last few months in my car. I love to drive and I love to explore. It's also a safe place to be during a pandemic. There's plenty of fresh air and no one in my space! Just me, my car, my camera, Arkansas road map, something to drink, and a snack or two. This day's exploring took me to Shirley, Arkansas, population around 300. </span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmel53CyJuleAItQ_P-nb6sPrLsZ94JqduN96g5apDxaNJDxh5embFp9WtCT7E1ZinET0Y18W1N3wX14S0YBb6RD-wv5y1zAGnNY1Z5-P-wWOl1JwbeIhJv-dmbgGxSqhVhLFsXDCVg/s700/DSC01501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmel53CyJuleAItQ_P-nb6sPrLsZ94JqduN96g5apDxaNJDxh5embFp9WtCT7E1ZinET0Y18W1N3wX14S0YBb6RD-wv5y1zAGnNY1Z5-P-wWOl1JwbeIhJv-dmbgGxSqhVhLFsXDCVg/s16000/DSC01501.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I follow several Arkansas bloggers and photographers not only for their beautiful photos, but also to find interesting and little know places to explore. When I read about this old railroad bridge in Shirley that crosses the Little Red River, I knew I had to find it. The unique thing about this railroad bridge is that is was converted in 1978 to a one-lane car bridge. How many of you can say that you've driven a car across a train bridge? That was certainly a new experience for me. If you notice in the picture above, I did check out the weight limit!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJGRw_8oE58nAfBZ2gFbBAr2th7dBjiejZCTgS8bdMh4LEsIHXwcGHupmjp41_zs0sRc_I0TMgK9u7GVaQFoZ_8hBKYoYRVlmLGc9tkIMwSBmUn24cnpyZW_Qcd8c5iUzmHvfQC4vFA/s700/DSC01503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJGRw_8oE58nAfBZ2gFbBAr2th7dBjiejZCTgS8bdMh4LEsIHXwcGHupmjp41_zs0sRc_I0TMgK9u7GVaQFoZ_8hBKYoYRVlmLGc9tkIMwSBmUn24cnpyZW_Qcd8c5iUzmHvfQC4vFA/s16000/DSC01503.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I will admit, driving across the bridge was the scariest thing I've done in a long time. The bridge rating is poor and it does look a little rickety, but I just had to cross it! My heart was beating a little fast as I inched forward, making sure I would even fit. There was room, but not a whole lot. My Yukon is about 6.5' wide, the bridge was 8.2' wide. About a foot on each side; not much wobble room! I stopped for a moment in the middle of the bridge so I could look at the river. Definitely no looking while driving!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYQ67wOfLfHrUkQPj5IoWEdoJwlNrWEg8kt5t9-cKvT_5fSbMowzxHDTe_UyA5sPepgSN0k9rooKW2tr3Zkrf_7ZDnDV4Q64q1YR3VAgiqQq6UgtkKK7afVRB0XvY0ak8XG-JHS6Z0A/s700/DSC01506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYQ67wOfLfHrUkQPj5IoWEdoJwlNrWEg8kt5t9-cKvT_5fSbMowzxHDTe_UyA5sPepgSN0k9rooKW2tr3Zkrf_7ZDnDV4Q64q1YR3VAgiqQq6UgtkKK7afVRB0XvY0ak8XG-JHS6Z0A/s16000/DSC01506.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Here's a little information about the bridge. The Wisconsin Bridge & Iron Co. was hired by Missouri and North Arkansas Railroad to build a bridge over the Little Red River in 1908. At that time Shirley wasn't even a town, just a settlement that had a booming log business. In 1949, due to strikes from the railroad workers the trains stopped running. In 1978 the bridge was converted to a vehicle bridge. The length of the bridge is 339.8 feet and as soon as you get to the other side there's a sign that says "public road ends." Thankfully, there is a big place to turn around!</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiry-g9udTd5EUflN36dbJCyL44p1raWllgRbtASuK_2-BU6tpVWKzAHNA_UVzBZD8SnEZmXUQ-HpXY0dT82ufls0K-jwerdHDzVZlJ13GgqBOr1QBMFEkhPVMtWSPy5JRhbygQ1_ww/s700/DSC01508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="525" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiry-g9udTd5EUflN36dbJCyL44p1raWllgRbtASuK_2-BU6tpVWKzAHNA_UVzBZD8SnEZmXUQ-HpXY0dT82ufls0K-jwerdHDzVZlJ13GgqBOr1QBMFEkhPVMtWSPy5JRhbygQ1_ww/w480-h640/DSC01508.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I parked the car and walked a few feet onto the bridge. I didn't go very far; I was afraid of being caught in the middle when a car came by. Of course, I never saw a car, only a four-wheeler, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. In the picture above you can see one of the concrete pillars and a few of the railroad ties that are still there.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeexlFaLAM-rHEYjSz-ZFGYQUKgIN_ZTDxwFp1leKcA1IsL5Wg2uzRfwIB-yaxD8tIrP_-4SuSaKrfdxHMexoC_P0KvDq8Vhdqlfs0n8x7LePzuUZ2zG55F_jPiEUom8O9Ak_bB668cA/s700/DSC01507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeexlFaLAM-rHEYjSz-ZFGYQUKgIN_ZTDxwFp1leKcA1IsL5Wg2uzRfwIB-yaxD8tIrP_-4SuSaKrfdxHMexoC_P0KvDq8Vhdqlfs0n8x7LePzuUZ2zG55F_jPiEUom8O9Ak_bB668cA/s16000/DSC01507.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">A view of the Little Red River.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxIi4Xcdo2F-3CjViohJV-1GKTLPIFr607O3diPpzJTYdAF5OxBIdOaPd-qkEseyNmJpR0BAqV43IKhYx3CReApH3dbXMCWhxwFfj6ZzCQcukFGaLhL2NCIBy4YZ9EE3r3X5iGlXidg/s700/DSC01530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxIi4Xcdo2F-3CjViohJV-1GKTLPIFr607O3diPpzJTYdAF5OxBIdOaPd-qkEseyNmJpR0BAqV43IKhYx3CReApH3dbXMCWhxwFfj6ZzCQcukFGaLhL2NCIBy4YZ9EE3r3X5iGlXidg/s16000/DSC01530.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">Shirley has one downtown business street, a lovely park by the river, and a church. I love old stone buildings with tin roofs. They are a reminder of days gone by.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcsMd5mpqAhvWS0FLCN55f-sg70f25a0-lNzIyCZ85o7V7QZ6VLuKd6QjLXHIXNOMYd2BT0gCqSeO1XmRgjXa4IjlsLNINo_YnzZMXMO13w98CMHnzo7u9C9NZm41s3LUtn1fm46_bg/s700/DSC01529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcsMd5mpqAhvWS0FLCN55f-sg70f25a0-lNzIyCZ85o7V7QZ6VLuKd6QjLXHIXNOMYd2BT0gCqSeO1XmRgjXa4IjlsLNINo_YnzZMXMO13w98CMHnzo7u9C9NZm41s3LUtn1fm46_bg/s16000/DSC01529.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Just in case you want to move to Shirley and open a business, here's an great option! Notice tll the cut pieces of wood used as decorations and isn't it a lovely color.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqUFh4aHE2LVZCNzf1PRQH7rf5FyJ7mxDu09696cHEHTvBDW-5_fl4Gl78RJe4aNAppERTkbWoGprzUqhjSyk2JSROGTVfErcMHi61BzyioSoby4vwQCTxaVuxZgNpNcgsF3SfQ3wWg/s700/DSC01532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqUFh4aHE2LVZCNzf1PRQH7rf5FyJ7mxDu09696cHEHTvBDW-5_fl4Gl78RJe4aNAppERTkbWoGprzUqhjSyk2JSROGTVfErcMHi61BzyioSoby4vwQCTxaVuxZgNpNcgsF3SfQ3wWg/s16000/DSC01532.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I came pretty close to trading my vehicle which is across the street for this truck. I thought my grandsons would love seeing Gramma driving around town in it. But I decided it probably didn't get good gas mileage and was a little too long for parking!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4qnzByc92-ubjwHMu0G_lrhxJEXF2EUHp1NqBcjyU6nvoRfFFBgxAI17x3CfJ3ZfpoFGR32okx2nFWaUJgckb6M5k6Cq8RrCWgA6c_maqc5IJoPeOHSBPGcnga7OwFFX9QUIgDd7qg/s700/DSC01533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4qnzByc92-ubjwHMu0G_lrhxJEXF2EUHp1NqBcjyU6nvoRfFFBgxAI17x3CfJ3ZfpoFGR32okx2nFWaUJgckb6M5k6Cq8RrCWgA6c_maqc5IJoPeOHSBPGcnga7OwFFX9QUIgDd7qg/s16000/DSC01533.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">There were a couple of business that sold antiques and repurposed items, such as this bench. The back is the tailgate from an old truck. The stores weren't open yet. I was too early. It would be fun to explore them sometime.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXKkT0kSZDMosBikpIwFLUZ3fulOO5PYHnydRLZ93O5tQYZo0dC8Jq_BHa58cfCJ2yEIW0bJUyao8KuywNfqLz6TnWu0q4H9-KZ1KXpwpx9LHKB5vL1wbc6gsW5VgUjv74wlFUBJ95g/s700/DSC01537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXKkT0kSZDMosBikpIwFLUZ3fulOO5PYHnydRLZ93O5tQYZo0dC8Jq_BHa58cfCJ2yEIW0bJUyao8KuywNfqLz6TnWu0q4H9-KZ1KXpwpx9LHKB5vL1wbc6gsW5VgUjv74wlFUBJ95g/s16000/DSC01537.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope you enjoyed my adventure exploring the small town of Shirley in the Ozark Mountains. Not only, was the experience unique, but the trip driving curvy country roads was beautiful. I hope to be back soon with another adventure.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33364332268534843.post-2885991561754793542020-10-08T14:47:00.001-05:002020-10-08T14:47:54.824-05:00Hiking Resumed<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOl_vIxZsNK6KYaO6iDLwk3l3LXon5pmNRkh2XLFh8h3q36ipA1VfKA8mYmsgFPyD0zFysn3iEB7UPcsLygfKoLMdgZhSKFLD8_FkQZjSLTD9v0ffwWwR_j_DUz3DsINZ4FZ-1QdyIvQ/s700/DSC01172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOl_vIxZsNK6KYaO6iDLwk3l3LXon5pmNRkh2XLFh8h3q36ipA1VfKA8mYmsgFPyD0zFysn3iEB7UPcsLygfKoLMdgZhSKFLD8_FkQZjSLTD9v0ffwWwR_j_DUz3DsINZ4FZ-1QdyIvQ/w640-h428/DSC01172.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I finally went on a hike, not just walking for exercise on a path, but on a real hike. It's been a year since I've gone hiking. First came extra care for my dad and his death, then a few minor health problems, then Covid 19, and then hot summer. I took advantage of the cooler weather that has arrived. Early one morning I went to Wildwood Park. A very peaceful place with very few people to encounter.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg244EOEdc9yZ5kUddGGU-GsaBJKJO8rsLpTf5YC7LZmWIp1xs03NbpRzQWxIx3JkQPYYkhMCd8PTWCpohlD0_EzK-6deBZ4q-7erjPQ5R4hiSVhVFF3LagZYxQ37JC509iP0uZo5vPnw/s700/DSC03028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg244EOEdc9yZ5kUddGGU-GsaBJKJO8rsLpTf5YC7LZmWIp1xs03NbpRzQWxIx3JkQPYYkhMCd8PTWCpohlD0_EzK-6deBZ4q-7erjPQ5R4hiSVhVFF3LagZYxQ37JC509iP0uZo5vPnw/w640-h428/DSC03028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The trail I choose was called the "Upper 40." It's away from the lake out in the woods.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIR8vgiElKQCtlQX0JuT65LioUTFT6yvJMgmySogw_lg4JMQZLQ6ZPGZHkv2zj_tRW8hlku2386yGmC6RX85A-s8BqrION__O-C9k8TfTo74SF05v4d_NDRe4VJnUfW1hLGinwev47GA/s700/DSC03034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIR8vgiElKQCtlQX0JuT65LioUTFT6yvJMgmySogw_lg4JMQZLQ6ZPGZHkv2zj_tRW8hlku2386yGmC6RX85A-s8BqrION__O-C9k8TfTo74SF05v4d_NDRe4VJnUfW1hLGinwev47GA/w640-h428/DSC03034.JPG" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Wooden bridges have been built over several small streams that you must cross. I don't think I've ever seen any water this orange in color. I believe the orange color is caused by iron. I thought the orange made it look more like fall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbwCqi8LlbgO-raHhqwV8UfCSjeL0aYLvJ93NxF4BLE8NizqEYpHnZlNiMClbZXptnwJ3uCT5G6a9goXh7XC9kqRaVK0tIcZxEDP_ffKqTpRfNwECW4MPEJYO788hvg6s9cHpJpzLpQ/s700/DSC03007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbwCqi8LlbgO-raHhqwV8UfCSjeL0aYLvJ93NxF4BLE8NizqEYpHnZlNiMClbZXptnwJ3uCT5G6a9goXh7XC9kqRaVK0tIcZxEDP_ffKqTpRfNwECW4MPEJYO788hvg6s9cHpJpzLpQ/w640-h428/DSC03007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">When I'm hiking I look for the unexpected, knowing there will always be something the gives me a little thrill when I'm out in nature. This time it was a painted rock sitting in a hollow log. I loved it! It reminded me of how many times I've had to RESET this year. I would get used to one thing and then another would come along and I'd have to reset my thinking!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyB8YileNGjV3C2FyC1VW0-tWCnH_vkodxHGkdOqL3Tp2K08PbqQl-FfK3fc5nczzn5iEIwAcJEpyZBtAV0QhWPCdeD40t5UiCN0gV16TJBwSlhHsaS0gnRzeWj23o6mMb7jlSt7BUw/s700/DSC03070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyB8YileNGjV3C2FyC1VW0-tWCnH_vkodxHGkdOqL3Tp2K08PbqQl-FfK3fc5nczzn5iEIwAcJEpyZBtAV0QhWPCdeD40t5UiCN0gV16TJBwSlhHsaS0gnRzeWj23o6mMb7jlSt7BUw/w640-h428/DSC03070.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I didn't take a lot of pictures on my walk. I mostly just walked, looked, breathed, and relaxed. When I finished the trail, it was lunch time so I headed to the Asian Woodland Garden with its stepping stone paths, plants from China, Korea, and Japan, and the Dodi Tea House which has the most beautiful etched windows.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaySXxs22Ngb-xbwXDFuJRnqtkV2R4cEk4OG32J7ShXk-eQw4lG4n_ChxilQi6HfOd-NMGbhD2Gm8Wn-7DDlvgASgshPk1cmgAh5d75TxR97ljwXR3jYgVCKTM67UBM4PNeUd1KINDA/s700/DSC03057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaySXxs22Ngb-xbwXDFuJRnqtkV2R4cEk4OG32J7ShXk-eQw4lG4n_ChxilQi6HfOd-NMGbhD2Gm8Wn-7DDlvgASgshPk1cmgAh5d75TxR97ljwXR3jYgVCKTM67UBM4PNeUd1KINDA/w640-h428/DSC03057.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I found a bench beside the Nabucco Waterfall in a beautiful rock grotto. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNh8STfVvdqscYIQuOByRMXHSmMk4m1UCtvJsQ-73GCLCVzsoS_EdhDcmk3uecoVYDPW0wqUx4fGOMRtx4Qs3EHvMLFJegvZ477SgJOBRQnCUs7OPhfYiGy47NexeWv5IZBVXkDvMLuA/s700/DSC03063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNh8STfVvdqscYIQuOByRMXHSmMk4m1UCtvJsQ-73GCLCVzsoS_EdhDcmk3uecoVYDPW0wqUx4fGOMRtx4Qs3EHvMLFJegvZ477SgJOBRQnCUs7OPhfYiGy47NexeWv5IZBVXkDvMLuA/w640-h428/DSC03063.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It was a quiet and peaceful place to spend some time.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJyJj36wHXN9_UnIbA7X0qaD3O4kQNH5sb_qlkPv431glA5GGXmT_OqtQczjrbJ3k1grdKmrWf3spnQckXdLiB69XV2a4WezIGAMuu_obF0zlQTMZRnq3B7uSWe9gBTSjfgLlfw5zLA/s700/2020-10-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJyJj36wHXN9_UnIbA7X0qaD3O4kQNH5sb_qlkPv431glA5GGXmT_OqtQczjrbJ3k1grdKmrWf3spnQckXdLiB69XV2a4WezIGAMuu_obF0zlQTMZRnq3B7uSWe9gBTSjfgLlfw5zLA/w640-h426/2020-10-02.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Autumn color has not really begun to arrive yet. Just a tree here or there has changed. There were a few bright spots though: mums and pumpkins near the entrance, Bugleweed, and a few Azaleas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE9DK4JLp0J8uPORba3h5Tb7BzqoireqJQntRMeMmgPxop8gFVtuzelNpBVumnoiJeFEntcUh7dH_Q94F2uM8yM3I5PtGRauMXBIL1Ftq8WdE7_LgiysB46TrCGpADuFaobtA-uBmDw/s700/DSC03122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE9DK4JLp0J8uPORba3h5Tb7BzqoireqJQntRMeMmgPxop8gFVtuzelNpBVumnoiJeFEntcUh7dH_Q94F2uM8yM3I5PtGRauMXBIL1Ftq8WdE7_LgiysB46TrCGpADuFaobtA-uBmDw/w640-h428/DSC03122.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">I wound up back by the lake on this lovely bench where I put my feet up and just rested. If you look across the lake you can see one lone red tree.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivB24AbnrozcblgtfRLDzEE2Wnrcm6zGr6qqS8hr0lXUz1oZGFj-SbY5KI0Iifncz1n05ARObBJmZDf50zKiuNuSkjCgWdpaTWytlZ5TSXnoet2nQQBzxbHk6Ad9WmV-lPLPtYcpuF7g/s700/DSC01196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="700" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivB24AbnrozcblgtfRLDzEE2Wnrcm6zGr6qqS8hr0lXUz1oZGFj-SbY5KI0Iifncz1n05ARObBJmZDf50zKiuNuSkjCgWdpaTWytlZ5TSXnoet2nQQBzxbHk6Ad9WmV-lPLPtYcpuF7g/w640-h428/DSC01196.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Of course, I can't go to Wildwood Park without taking a least one picture of the gazebo. The water was pretty smooth, so there was a nice reflection. I wish the skies had been a little bit prettier, but it was pretty dull. Oh well, there'll be another time to get the pretty skies!</span></div><br /><p></p>Cathy H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.com5