tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post2513255507146758757..comments2024-02-01T10:47:28.146-05:00Comments on The Quiet Country House: Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-19364271601900754622007-06-21T12:48:00.000-04:002007-06-21T12:48:00.000-04:00Mrs. Pivec, I know what you mean about putting a ...Mrs. Pivec, I know what you mean about putting a face with a name. I don't know why, but I am always reluctant to post photos of myself and family members here. Flower photos I could post all day long, in case you hadn't noticed. *grin* <BR/><BR/>The reading time was great. I have the book we were reading sitting here, bookmarked at the start of chapter 2. I am hoping I do not have to wait Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-73727291432196265902007-06-21T10:43:00.000-04:002007-06-21T10:43:00.000-04:00Everything just looks alive after a long wait for ...Everything just looks alive after a long wait for that drink, doesn't it? I love the picture of the blanket flower - and of YOU down below! It's always nice to put a face with a name. :)<BR/><BR/>Whenever the power goes out around here (which happens quite often during hurricane season), the girls have the tradition of wanting to play charades by candlelight. And yes, we read stories too. I Creative Life Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14306288585957249405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-40965082784168462072007-06-19T13:52:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:52:00.000-04:00l.l., It reminds me of the lyrics from that old mu...l.l., It reminds me of the lyrics from that old musical, Camelot: In spring it never rains til after sundown, by 9 the morning dew has disappeared..." :)Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-48365546768271265472007-06-19T13:05:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:05:00.000-04:00Isn't this sometimes how it goes... we are repleni...Isn't this sometimes how it goes... we are replenished in moments when we are least conscious? I love how it rained while you slept.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.com