tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post6633292708274031003..comments2024-02-01T10:47:28.146-05:00Comments on The Quiet Country House: Saturday SupperMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-81417850270983081212013-03-18T17:28:29.141-04:002013-03-18T17:28:29.141-04:00Dee, Thank you for returning my visit. It feels g...Dee, Thank you for returning my visit. It feels good to be writing again. Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-89658800366624795462013-03-18T14:02:43.747-04:002013-03-18T14:02:43.747-04:00Oh Aisling, I have missed your gentle spirit. I...Oh Aisling, I have missed your gentle spirit. I'm glad you're writing again.~~DeeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-37499355395469061532013-03-17T12:58:53.840-04:002013-03-17T12:58:53.840-04:00Ernestine, Thank you for such a kind, personal co...Ernestine, Thank you for such a kind, personal comment. I am glad you were able to spend time with your grandchildren. I know there is a lot they will learn from you; things you may not even know you are teaching them. It is a beautiful thing, this chain of love and life, isn't it? I'm so glad you came by to visit. You warm my heart too.Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-77671718159798011212013-03-17T12:09:29.450-04:002013-03-17T12:09:29.450-04:00They grow up so fast.
So many memories of my 4 chi...They grow up so fast.<br />So many memories of my 4 children<br />and now 3 grown grandchildren.<br />I spent Friday with my 2 youngest grandchildren 7 and 10. Such joy they are but I was sure tired when the day was over.<br />Your photo<br />is beautiful...<br />For some reason<br />when I read your post<br />you always warm my heart and<br />I am always proud of you...One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-42942575294510692572013-03-17T10:18:41.515-04:002013-03-17T10:18:41.515-04:00Thanks, Gypsy! Speaking of lovely photos, your pro...Thanks, Gypsy! Speaking of lovely photos, your profile photo is gorgeous and your vegan food blog is inspiring. Great to see you here! :)<br />Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-35061487616989839672013-03-17T09:50:59.598-04:002013-03-17T09:50:59.598-04:00What a lovely photo of what's sure to be a che...What a lovely photo of what's sure to be a cherished memory. xoxoThe Vegan Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08188928306960785005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-59210292043563747202013-03-17T08:04:39.995-04:002013-03-17T08:04:39.995-04:00Tabor, You are right. It is a blessing to recogniz...Tabor, You are right. It is a blessing to recognize those moments as they occur, instead of wistfully recognizing them after they have passed. Thank you for your comment. <br />Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-48910969936342112013-03-17T07:06:30.758-04:002013-03-17T07:06:30.758-04:00Perfect cherishable times. We do not get them oft...Perfect cherishable times. We do not get them often enough and we do not usually get them again.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-26563407034803197972013-03-16T22:40:52.623-04:002013-03-16T22:40:52.623-04:00Those are the moments to cherish, aren't they?...Those are the moments to cherish, aren't they? Thank you for coming by, Pom Pom! :)Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-28654282608479542432013-03-16T22:16:58.823-04:002013-03-16T22:16:58.823-04:00You are so right. I remember reading to our child...You are so right. I remember reading to our children as we sat in a shabby old recliner. We'd pile up the books and I would listen to my voice and think, "My reading voice is soft and easy tonight. It isn't always." Miraculous. Pom Pomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01524994024698986829noreply@blogger.com