tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12687244785531185412024-03-04T21:31:52.681-08:00Hear the mermaid singing...Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-46398740652507826022014-01-11T23:47:00.001-08:002014-01-12T00:10:04.760-08:00Blackbirds<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhjfwl2bzoKqeW6q2NMi0Ydz0m9Q9aVjquliRsZMJe5CzaqCHwxE0yFav5S0kyRLdSstGdtsIRuC4NyxXn-oWCJUavUbNcnYZAi2lojidlHcCXP9hKe6_jTewelHRGpMkpqZTQ2mTwvE/s1600/350px-MerulaBourdilloniKeulemans.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhjfwl2bzoKqeW6q2NMi0Ydz0m9Q9aVjquliRsZMJe5CzaqCHwxE0yFav5S0kyRLdSstGdtsIRuC4NyxXn-oWCJUavUbNcnYZAi2lojidlHcCXP9hKe6_jTewelHRGpMkpqZTQ2mTwvE/s1600/350px-MerulaBourdilloniKeulemans.jpg" height="400" width="232" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird</span></span><br />
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Among twenty snowy mountains, </div>
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The only moving thing </div>
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Was the eye of the blackbird. </div>
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<b>II</b> </div>
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I was of three minds, </div>
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Like a tree </div>
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In which there are three blackbirds. </div>
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<b>III</b> </div>
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The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. </div>
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It was a small part of the pantomime. </div>
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<b>IV</b> </div>
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A man and a woman </div>
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Are one. </div>
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A man and a woman and a blackbird </div>
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Are one. </div>
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<b>V</b> </div>
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I do not know which to prefer, </div>
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The beauty of inflections </div>
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Or the beauty of innuendoes, </div>
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The blackbird whistling </div>
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Or just after. </div>
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<b>VI</b> </div>
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Icicles filled the long window </div>
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With barbaric glass. </div>
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The shadow of the blackbird </div>
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Crossed it, to and fro. </div>
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The mood </div>
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Traced in the shadow </div>
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An indecipherable cause. </div>
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<b>VII</b> </div>
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O thin men of Haddam, </div>
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Why do you imagine golden birds? </div>
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Do you not see how the blackbird </div>
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Walks around the feet </div>
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Of the women about you? </div>
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<b>VIII</b> </div>
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I know noble accents </div>
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And lucid, inescapable rhythms; </div>
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But I know, too, </div>
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That the blackbird is involved </div>
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In what I know. </div>
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<b>IX</b> </div>
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When the blackbird flew out of sight, </div>
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It marked the edge </div>
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Of one of many circles. </div>
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<b>X</b> </div>
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At the sight of blackbirds </div>
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Flying in a green light, </div>
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Even the bawds of euphony </div>
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Would cry out sharply. </div>
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<b>XI</b> </div>
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He rode over Connecticut </div>
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In a glass coach. </div>
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Once, a fear pierced him, </div>
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In that he mistook </div>
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The shadow of his equipage </div>
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For blackbirds. </div>
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<b>XII</b> </div>
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The river is moving. </div>
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The blackbird must be flying. </div>
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<b>XIII</b> </div>
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It was evening all afternoon. </div>
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It was snowing </div>
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And it was going to snow. </div>
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The blackbird sat </div>
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In the cedar-limbs.</div>
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- Wallace Stevens<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Sharing this poem just because I love it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It feels like glimpses of random pages from books I'd like to read more of. And yet it is enough. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #9c9c63;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(1856–1909)</span></span> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Lacking samite and sable,<br />
Lacking silver and gold,<br />
The Prince Jesus in the poor stable<br />
Slept, and was three hours old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As doves by the fair water,</span></div>
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Mary, not touched of sin,<br />
Sat by Him, — the King's daughter,<br />
All glorious within.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A lily without a stain, a</span></div>
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Star where no spot hath room;</span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Ave, gratia plena</i></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">—</span> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Virgo Virginum!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Clad not in pearl-sewn vesture,</span></div>
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Clad not in cramoisie,<br />
She hath hushed, she hath cradled to rest, her<br />
God the first time on her knee.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Where is one to adore Him?<br />
The ox hath dumbly confessed,<br />
With the ass, meek kneeling before Him,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Et homo factus est</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Not throned on ivory or cedar,</span></div>
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Not crowned with a Queen's crown,<br />
At her breast it is Mary shall feed her<br />
Maker, from Heaven come down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The trees in Paradise blossom</span></div>
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Sudden, and its bells chime --<br />
She giveth Him, held to her bosom,<br />
Her immaculate milk the first time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The night with wings of angels<br />
Was alight, and its snow-packed ways<br />
Sweet made (say the Evangels)<br />
With the noise of their virelays.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Quem vidistis, pastores?</i></span></div>
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Why go ye feet unshod?<br />
Wot ye within yon door is<br />
Mary, the Mother of God?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">No smoke of spice is ascending</span></div>
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There -- no roses are piled --<br />
But, choicer than all balms blending,<br />
There Mary hath kissed her Child.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Et ego Illi</i> -- cold<br />
Small cheek against her cheek, He<br />
Sleepeth, three hours old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I love this poem about the Nativity. I love the interlocking rhymes and the quiet imagery--"breathless with adoration." </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i>Ave, gratia plena— </i> Hail, full of grace,<br /> <i>Virgo Virginum!</i> Virgin of Virgins!</span></span> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i>Et homo factus est.</i> And was made man.<br /><br /><i>Quem vidistis, pastores?</i> You see, shepherds<br /><br /><i>Dilectus meus mihi</i> My Beloved is mine<br /> <i>Et ego Illi</i> and I am His</span> </span></div>
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Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-47752608083328476262013-11-28T08:13:00.003-08:002013-11-28T08:16:47.792-08:00A poem for November<span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">November</span></span></span><br />
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<dt>Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!</dt>
<dt>One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
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<dt>Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
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<dt>Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
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<dt>One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
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<dt>And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
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<dt>And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
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<dt>Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
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<dt>Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
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<dt>Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
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<dt>The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
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<dt>And man delight to linger in thy ray.
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<dt>Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
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<dt>The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. </dt>
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<dt><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) </i></span></dt>
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<dt>It is a quiet, still morning. Overcast, but the leaves outside are a sort of greeny-gold. </dt>
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Yet
one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. - See more at:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23746#sthash.oLaU0q9n.dpuf</div>
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Yet
one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. - See more at:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23746#sthash.oLaU0q9n.dpuf</div>
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Yet
one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. - See more at:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23746#sthash.oLaU0q9n.dpuf</div>
Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-37028793295007448892013-09-27T10:21:00.000-07:002013-09-27T10:21:51.654-07:00Cool Tombs...by Carl Sandburg<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin ... in the dust, in the cool tombs.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And Ulysses Grant
lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned
ashes ... in the dust, in the cool tombs.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pocahontas’ body,
lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May,
did she wonder? does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool tombs?
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Take any streetful of
people buying clothes and groceries, cheering a hero or throwing
confetti and blowing tin horns ... tell me if the lovers are losers ...
tell me if any get more than the lovers ... in the dust ... in the cool
tombs. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">This morning working in the garden I was thinking about this poem. I love its gentle pondering rhythm. It starts out almost brutal--"shoveled into the tombs"--but it isn't a brutal poem. And in the quietness of the tombs, the brusqueness doesn't matter, just as the other conflicts and violence don't matter any more.</span></span></span></div>
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Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-34974477371735346432013-09-22T07:51:00.000-07:002013-09-22T08:24:51.820-07:00A poem for the first day of Autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ode to Autumn</span></i><br />
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, <br />
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;<br />
Conspiring with him how to load and bless<br />
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;<br />
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,<br />
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;<br />
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells<br />
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,<br />
And still more, later flowers for the bees,<br />
Until they think warm days will never cease,<br />
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.<br />
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Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?<br />
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find<br />
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,<br />
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;<br />
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,<br />
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook<br />
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:<br />
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep<br />
Steady thy laden head across a brook;<br />
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,<br />
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<br />
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Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?<br />
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—<br />
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,<br />
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;<br />
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn<br />
Among the river sallows, borne aloft<br />
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;<br />
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;<br />
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft<br />
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;<br />
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. <br />
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<i>by John Keats</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(John Keats, a month before he wrote this poem.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It's the first day of Autumn, so I give you this poem. Keats surrounds us with a tapestry of the beauties of the waning year--the gentle mists, the apple trees thick with fruit, the humming gnats, the birds calling to each other as they prepare for their journey south. No one does with words what he does.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">This is Keats' first draft of "Ode to Autumn." (See, even great poets cross stuff out!)</span></div>
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Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-963590033706254692013-09-03T19:35:00.001-07:002013-09-03T20:16:23.178-07:00A poem by Wordsworth for September 3<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802</span></span><br />
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Earth has not anything to show more fair: </div>
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Dull would he be of soul who could pass by </div>
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A sight so touching in its majesty: </div>
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This City now doth, like a garment, wear </div>
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The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, </div>
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Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie </div>
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Open unto the fields, and to the sky; </div>
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All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. </div>
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Never did sun more beautifully steep </div>
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In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; </div>
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Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!</div>
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The river glideth at his own sweet will: </div>
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Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; </div>
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And all that mighty heart is lying still!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> I meant to post this in the morning, because it's a dawn poem...but just didn't get to it. Anyway, here it is. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Such a lovely moment--to be awake in the stillness of early morning, looking out over the city. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Since it is getting late, here is a link to a poem by Sara Teasdale, called "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/2061" target="_blank">September Midnight</a>..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
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Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing..."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">(Go read the rest!!)</span></div>
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Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-54378610712650244562013-09-02T08:39:00.001-07:002013-09-02T08:39:07.935-07:00a poem for Monday morning<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">The Windhover</span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">to Christ our Lord </span></i></div>
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I caught this morning morning's <span class="annotation" id="annotation-3"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">minion</a></span>, king- </div>
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dom of daylight's <span class="annotation" id="annotation-4"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">dauphin</a></span>, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding </div>
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Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding </div>
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High there, how he rung upon the rein of a <span class="annotation" id="annotation-5"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">wimpling</a></span> wing </div>
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In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, </div>
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As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding </div>
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Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding </div>
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Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! </div>
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Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here </div>
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<span class="annotation" id="annotation-6"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">Buckle!</a></span> AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion </div>
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Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my <span class="annotation" id="annotation-7"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">chevalier!</a></span> </div>
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No wonder of it: <span class="annotation" id="annotation-8"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">shéer plód</a></span> makes plough down <span class="annotation" id="annotation-9"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">sillion</a></span> </div>
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Shine, and blue-bleak embers, <span class="annotation" id="annotation-10"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">ah my dear</a></span>, </div>
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Fall, <span class="annotation" id="annotation-11"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">gall</a></span> themselves, and gash gold-<span class="annotation" id="annotation-12"><a class="annotation-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/null">vermillion</a></span>. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">the other day I was out watering the garden and saw a scrub jay perched in a branch just a few feet away. I was surprised to see him so close; then I realized he was appreciating the water I was freely bestowing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I think I should get a birdbath. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> </span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-21358401982427297182013-09-01T09:28:00.001-07:002013-09-01T09:28:18.353-07:00A poem for today... ~ o ~<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork">I dwell in Possibility—<br />A fairer House than Prose—<br />More numerous of Windows—<br />Superior—for Doors—<br /><br />Of Chambers as the Cedars—<br />Impregnable of Eye—<br />And for an Everlasting Roof<br />The Gambrels of the Sky—<br /><br />Of Visitors—the fairest—<br />For Occupation—This—<br />The spreading wide of narrow Hands<br />To gather Paradise— </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork">It's an overcast Sunday morning. The air is mostly quiet; I can see the leaves just stirring, outside the French doors.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork">I can feel that I am losing my voice. (this happens periodically...) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork">I was pondering what I want to do with this blog, and I have decided to post poetry. </span></span><br />
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<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Poetry makes me happy. Actually I think it's one of the best things ever. So we're going to have poetry. And mermaids. And other things I'll think of as I come to it. </span></span><br />
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<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My lovely black kitty just uttered a tiny "miaou?" to ask for her breakfast, so I will fetch it for her. </span></span><br />
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<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adieu. A la prochaine.</span></span><br />
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When I was nearly sixteen we moved to Munich, Germany. We lived there two years. We got to go to a lot of neat places in Europe. <br />
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We traveled everywhere in the big green van--like to the youth ski retreats. I'm in the front passenger seat of the van. <br />
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Here I am with my dad on a wintry day.<br />
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<br />Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-6585636051112471882012-07-19T06:45:00.001-07:002012-07-19T06:45:13.334-07:00The garden again...<br /><br />
This was the garden path yesterday afternoon. The tomatoes are growing, and I have a couple of volunteer plants that now have their own little hill! One of them seems to be a cherry tomato, and the other doesn't . So it will be interesting to see what we get!<br />
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The volunteer plants are closest to the viewer, just to the left of the path. <br />
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Here's a view of my little gnomie man, through the pinky-purple statice.<br />
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This is the "Heirloom Black plum" tomato plant, side by side with the Orange Russian. And a few marigolds for color and spice. <br />
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You can see that there are a few ripening. <br />
<br />Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-85135412794164056552012-06-20T08:22:00.004-07:002012-06-20T08:36:21.429-07:00Tomatoes in the Yard....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My neighbor Mary got me into this.<br />
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She was going to plant tomatoes along our shared fence and said, why didn't I plant tomatoes too? <br />
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I haven't ventured with tomatoes for several years now, but I thought I would try it. <br />
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Of course, preparing the soil takes awhile, especially when it's compacted, and sandy, and there's a whole layer of green nylon mesh from when someone laid sod years ago. <br />
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While I was at it, I decided to continue replacing the lawn with blue festuca, interspersed with a few other fun things.<br />
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The tomatoes are looking really happy these days. <br />
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(So are the irises and the statice...)<br />
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<br />Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-14804776887784084522012-01-08T09:08:00.000-08:002012-01-08T09:49:59.124-08:00At the turn of the year...On the last day of 2011 I went for a walk with my sisters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvJV6Me8Ed1ynhhBT5-JvdTxlpxlT_pVcYQePxPd8YGqCrv-hRS3d9jRPPnytD0p_pCAd-4pirJtirou9znQ4IyNzccvZe-W8DxpI9CGdLzXmbw3Uo_ZyFgqeVJY9rsEEdNbCkdGb04o/s1600/111231_165826.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvJV6Me8Ed1ynhhBT5-JvdTxlpxlT_pVcYQePxPd8YGqCrv-hRS3d9jRPPnytD0p_pCAd-4pirJtirou9znQ4IyNzccvZe-W8DxpI9CGdLzXmbw3Uo_ZyFgqeVJY9rsEEdNbCkdGb04o/s320/111231_165826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695313590896061298" border="0" /></a>Watching twilight come down in Kentucky...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eR0rXAwxn0qm-anzS_uknG1qSRIhF2See14fBfOj074OYGIcdFTOFJFgldarzTx2nbBcaV45NvGHbdVLiILDb09sfQZX4xbm2sByPzUtDvPdD_wxfiKVRhDfbyC9H6VijcrPtKOAATU/s1600/111231_165937.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eR0rXAwxn0qm-anzS_uknG1qSRIhF2See14fBfOj074OYGIcdFTOFJFgldarzTx2nbBcaV45NvGHbdVLiILDb09sfQZX4xbm2sByPzUtDvPdD_wxfiKVRhDfbyC9H6VijcrPtKOAATU/s320/111231_165937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695313584911381250" border="0" /></a>My sister borrowed my phone and took this beautiful pic through the tree branches.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyszgW4PThkz0hwH8lXpLSsYvqi92riJybUxLs-b0bayBVOJ-9J2wrmXBbj9tSp1viCLuC-Uq7DXqhi9CVUqtVu0ctqmI4hjrDY7flSo6Wx_R6hIveq6QNoKe4TlnOOR-X5nAEV7ufJFc/s1600/111231_170014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyszgW4PThkz0hwH8lXpLSsYvqi92riJybUxLs-b0bayBVOJ-9J2wrmXBbj9tSp1viCLuC-Uq7DXqhi9CVUqtVu0ctqmI4hjrDY7flSo6Wx_R6hIveq6QNoKe4TlnOOR-X5nAEV7ufJFc/s320/111231_170014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695313580135734210" border="0" /></a>Then I was inspired and took this one.<br /><br /><br />The first day of the year we went to my brother's little church near Owensboro. We drove home with twilight coming down...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1u7fgYGpkieYu62y3pgSfuOoOgSpUy0pVtb_MOJZzxEs5ECuR2wGOC6cRAQbh0jeljV4IYHABKtdE9YIsm8MidNpzY5m3zFcFnrQ1Zj2_oRUDBGue95Uv2y5JvyB10X51cF8Q16V2QA/s1600/120101_163123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1u7fgYGpkieYu62y3pgSfuOoOgSpUy0pVtb_MOJZzxEs5ECuR2wGOC6cRAQbh0jeljV4IYHABKtdE9YIsm8MidNpzY5m3zFcFnrQ1Zj2_oRUDBGue95Uv2y5JvyB10X51cF8Q16V2QA/s320/120101_163123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695319500194969282" border="0" /></a>The sun through the winter trees...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwuqodnG2Bp6Q14RVMPLylREb6FcJXBecLAp118JSpCDwyzb75rUgA-9JDaHfbNtinh3DovoYSQ4MR3ZvZ-YyNKOkD0iWMJ5qmsjb_7r66oc7-neWizDGkKEfoZMv0JxOiX747qaaRiw/s1600/120101_163158.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwuqodnG2Bp6Q14RVMPLylREb6FcJXBecLAp118JSpCDwyzb75rUgA-9JDaHfbNtinh3DovoYSQ4MR3ZvZ-YyNKOkD0iWMJ5qmsjb_7r66oc7-neWizDGkKEfoZMv0JxOiX747qaaRiw/s320/120101_163158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695319498536555650" border="0" /></a>..and flashing over the hill...Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-77587869693926114542011-08-10T13:42:00.000-07:002011-08-10T13:58:12.930-07:00Spike...
<br />Here I am with Spike the iguana.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgv49MNJmWL0fvLJW1aZLj_OljZTJ23jTOlaVJcm8kYVWq95WuVHZzJgMwpZrLj-M5M9811vaetmL1ClP2dzMYxQq297UoOqMZr1IQXcvz6CtHTjTr8O2NfTjJ1OknuNFcvadybVVjyI/s1600/DSC05626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgv49MNJmWL0fvLJW1aZLj_OljZTJ23jTOlaVJcm8kYVWq95WuVHZzJgMwpZrLj-M5M9811vaetmL1ClP2dzMYxQq297UoOqMZr1IQXcvz6CtHTjTr8O2NfTjJ1OknuNFcvadybVVjyI/s320/DSC05626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639334054009187426" border="0" /></a>Isn't he awesome?
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<br />I want an iguana!
<br />Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-21635979639554347602011-08-01T16:57:00.000-07:002011-08-01T17:43:19.292-07:00Kentucky afternoon...<span style="font-family:courier new;">Kentucky sky, with hollyhocks. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFryrin1-XArWvrZY9tIWUHCrITwo-FLPuGT7K3ERXsxLbbyCKSPwnVX6HuJ5viMKLzSRGe08hNh6MbsW1mIs7mTcLRvQKlJyWRQz35WffOVVnh7DiHlKJr2EPfueS20EjTXiP09Pvuio/s1600/DSC05294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFryrin1-XArWvrZY9tIWUHCrITwo-FLPuGT7K3ERXsxLbbyCKSPwnVX6HuJ5viMKLzSRGe08hNh6MbsW1mIs7mTcLRvQKlJyWRQz35WffOVVnh7DiHlKJr2EPfueS20EjTXiP09Pvuio/s320/DSC05294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636046993753197202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">One white blossom left...and some pink ones around the side of the house...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii36_xHEiLhyZblSIh0HmwzGBgHe_mqrPw-m7ytQ54TLX8317e8beS1VCGs3vKoiKrkOJ7oaAYPl9ZkXA01BL6tGo_X01tAE2JdYTCt39Y1TkRbbjg6HK1vrVVVPe_o8Y_vl7kb3ss6G4/s1600/DSC05303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii36_xHEiLhyZblSIh0HmwzGBgHe_mqrPw-m7ytQ54TLX8317e8beS1VCGs3vKoiKrkOJ7oaAYPl9ZkXA01BL6tGo_X01tAE2JdYTCt39Y1TkRbbjg6HK1vrVVVPe_o8Y_vl7kb3ss6G4/s320/DSC05303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636047007529607650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Purple martin house on a long pole...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYjrKYlJu4C1X1brZ49VMq_abJyeu3wmfDqsiZsPOFJrsytFYNeuEDUMLawJvfuzCx7qjBaTKQk3vq-F80wbgWPTuFid_gGuSQgpgAfd3sjtYBzjfOUEsoQg09Aj3zLAPyUxocrRuiJA/s1600/DSC05280.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6sDI-lcE2AAVepBZZ_Ncs5cW93dQXe8KwetRDaI_IY5ogx1gAUDgjuVQaKLf8rTcysWoqlsFJGcHNFfIWwjsTMV3eYB58NWsxJsGLr1s9g2A2Qi-jpDQSexEph9UpQhx0IFUWmK8bvg/s1600/DSC05346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6sDI-lcE2AAVepBZZ_Ncs5cW93dQXe8KwetRDaI_IY5ogx1gAUDgjuVQaKLf8rTcysWoqlsFJGcHNFfIWwjsTMV3eYB58NWsxJsGLr1s9g2A2Qi-jpDQSexEph9UpQhx0IFUWmK8bvg/s320/DSC05346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636047022062248162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">House on the hill...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_YfKbjQbN8fgXC_LHgI-dHs67rRwieuTQnT04zrZaQZswlBQ-mAoT27Mbw3XH_Pidb0fxLk5DbwaILspLOmx_qQ_MAEYU92Y4H3dWe1pawagy6oJP22UqVGX6vw1VW1eCL1eAKRbqYs/s1600/DSC05368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_YfKbjQbN8fgXC_LHgI-dHs67rRwieuTQnT04zrZaQZswlBQ-mAoT27Mbw3XH_Pidb0fxLk5DbwaILspLOmx_qQ_MAEYU92Y4H3dWe1pawagy6oJP22UqVGX6vw1VW1eCL1eAKRbqYs/s320/DSC05368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050369949964402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Running to the house!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCvkSgTZ9i8qtxhUsfswacJgwFiDyQ63KOQgl11ZZMSTBimTMmYVNoruWdk1x8K6tqON-4IJSHr_bTc-FU43DFcb9CpqM5FQV84RqyBwAHdvOtWhEjRhMiXWpFctLqL9ytWBfDcF8-2g/s1600/DSC05381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCvkSgTZ9i8qtxhUsfswacJgwFiDyQ63KOQgl11ZZMSTBimTMmYVNoruWdk1x8K6tqON-4IJSHr_bTc-FU43DFcb9CpqM5FQV84RqyBwAHdvOtWhEjRhMiXWpFctLqL9ytWBfDcF8-2g/s320/DSC05381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050361025972050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Deer in the back yard...they know they are safe...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76cCYvoYpJCRVGizPFHtS0tsRnslHG0h4WiE_xB5Dg7_YIpOo3uYnloi7fKl2XSUA7Uwa_qGFKeJpxGGco_QuQypp8OhWTlZeeuolzKDJoxgWRK5FdbMiB4qOaRasqaOqbMBuNCqgdS8/s1600/DSC05397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76cCYvoYpJCRVGizPFHtS0tsRnslHG0h4WiE_xB5Dg7_YIpOo3uYnloi7fKl2XSUA7Uwa_qGFKeJpxGGco_QuQypp8OhWTlZeeuolzKDJoxgWRK5FdbMiB4qOaRasqaOqbMBuNCqgdS8/s320/DSC05397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050344916900802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">This is at my parents' home in western Kentucky. <br /><br />Right now I'm in Ohio and I can hear the cicadas vibrating the air outside. Summer evenings...<br /></span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-72222746861319092942011-05-14T22:24:00.000-07:002011-05-14T22:35:08.441-07:00Being a Warrior...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNiC96DitnTbO-MTPqAUOJtdqb21033JE7NTCUhiQWg6xsSmwODN6lT1guYxShkHVhr6XsvBpOufsyUVN7GzS6PdxhA4NGNHEavXL-5KO6mP0qPP37-d-qmOGwyPP8mUmBecHTfWrY28/s1600/ValentinMay2011-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNiC96DitnTbO-MTPqAUOJtdqb21033JE7NTCUhiQWg6xsSmwODN6lT1guYxShkHVhr6XsvBpOufsyUVN7GzS6PdxhA4NGNHEavXL-5KO6mP0qPP37-d-qmOGwyPP8mUmBecHTfWrY28/s320/ValentinMay2011-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606810673159315922" border="0" /></a><br />These days <a href="http://loveslightwings.blogspot.com/">I'm advocating</a> for a little boy in Eastern Europe. <a href="http://reecesrainbow.org/valentina301">Valentin</a> just turned five; he has cerebral palsy, and he lives in an orphanage. He needs a family.<br /><br />See what a love he is?<br /><br />You can learn more about him on <a href="http://reecesrainbow.org">Reece's Rainbow</a>, a ministry that raise awareness and adoption grant funds for special-needs children in other countries. And you can, if you wish, read <a href="http://loveslightwings.blogspot.com/">my other blog</a> about him.<br /><br />(Come see!)Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-63335095392269170892011-04-29T21:07:00.001-07:002011-04-29T23:33:18.744-07:00Sitting here listening to my beautiful daughter doing voice exercises...It takes practice and learning how, to sing.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes the mermaid sings in the silence. Sometimes she sings with the wind. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes she sings so only the wind can hear. And the wind listens, and sings along. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLw7Fnx1-6NZJQqhvjH3gx_VJeCAQhxEbWm4kFJFYU25QmyUWL2peZL3LhfJBeZZmIgiZh13FWfEZc9ChFTrjoEu78AAcIA2gy2vfpM4CL7rfviCS2O5iZQGPeStt-_Kqo6BtvTerXVOM/s1600/dsc01573-eq-1.jpg"><br /></a>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-29217085424104926402011-03-19T18:25:00.000-07:002011-03-19T19:35:38.758-07:00Among the fishes...These are pics from visits to the Cabrillo Marine Aquarium, a year or two ago...I discovered that tanks of water gave me new ways to play with images and reflections...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipN4-I31pb4ldOSWB-ozfAS_WOZeN4oYZjw1GJQ161biFFS-1zTItbQs4_G3ERyFN6AmEe56RhyQM_Pr6zbeYRMNF2CgVbQmWyip5pIsKI732QE06SHb_bjIOiX8H-okksF5XGSHjeTXs/s1600/100_0383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipN4-I31pb4ldOSWB-ozfAS_WOZeN4oYZjw1GJQ161biFFS-1zTItbQs4_G3ERyFN6AmEe56RhyQM_Pr6zbeYRMNF2CgVbQmWyip5pIsKI732QE06SHb_bjIOiX8H-okksF5XGSHjeTXs/s320/100_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585969507082787634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are two of my girls looking into a tank of sea anemones. Or are they looking out from the tank?...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7nbsXXw8cvfh12-e2p6hDkEwPYeMwWSp9dTYzqi_LYKVyGNQahy9QgRvm8p3SRhN4g4yYmvDFG66897XzIOWIavUTx2MPY-3Xhm7wlF10XTrrW7PDZi_ImOtKBjTANg5heF7zamRz3k/s1600/100_0427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7nbsXXw8cvfh12-e2p6hDkEwPYeMwWSp9dTYzqi_LYKVyGNQahy9QgRvm8p3SRhN4g4yYmvDFG66897XzIOWIavUTx2MPY-3Xhm7wlF10XTrrW7PDZi_ImOtKBjTANg5heF7zamRz3k/s320/100_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585971861894732146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here they are watching the spotted sharks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYcrX_3sTWs5l2_-esm71AX6Vp7H5gsF25g8cjURYV0o8ySXBMOoza_DmcEzFtGNpsZj1Wqc3rJed7U8iWe4I4NYOvSimAUO5CvdCkh_Ea78SDkFcb1GkXlkMFQfbZ41RqfJtj76bWP0/s1600/dsc01466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYcrX_3sTWs5l2_-esm71AX6Vp7H5gsF25g8cjURYV0o8ySXBMOoza_DmcEzFtGNpsZj1Wqc3rJed7U8iWe4I4NYOvSimAUO5CvdCkh_Ea78SDkFcb1GkXlkMFQfbZ41RqfJtj76bWP0/s320/dsc01466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585973769613604370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On another day,<br />between the barnacles...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUK45ryLApizNfAOdHBZ90q879JU-ojVs-Qarm3H9xHS2yVUS82Y6bvPDx6I8s-5Mjd1l-_MR84C7J4Ff5R0FhijoxErd_Qd7Q0OWTSzbGKvfsOLBdisLyeg2gxWXB7VFm0vacNpWJP8w/s1600/dsc01490-cr1-eh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUK45ryLApizNfAOdHBZ90q879JU-ojVs-Qarm3H9xHS2yVUS82Y6bvPDx6I8s-5Mjd1l-_MR84C7J4Ff5R0FhijoxErd_Qd7Q0OWTSzbGKvfsOLBdisLyeg2gxWXB7VFm0vacNpWJP8w/s320/dsc01490-cr1-eh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585975288668620930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two taller daughters,<br />seen through misty waters...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEko77MFP_sGDWCVvDZ5Dow0QXXnSDbzweml1kwqmdUN9uvOcX3BRaa0NR6M9oipw23whEXHELswZmdfx2U6irNTFTmqxd4s_ahFQrlhH-TEPFFE4OZRpmiK3eWUtzJQrTIZ9e649VT0/s1600/100_0431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEko77MFP_sGDWCVvDZ5Dow0QXXnSDbzweml1kwqmdUN9uvOcX3BRaa0NR6M9oipw23whEXHELswZmdfx2U6irNTFTmqxd4s_ahFQrlhH-TEPFFE4OZRpmiK3eWUtzJQrTIZ9e649VT0/s320/100_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585977116336110050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A small mermaid<br />taken by surprise...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdlvvu3ZSR4hZDjlW2pWW378NI8IO1s8Kom64aEC_C54dkLm_rvVeX0wwH6m1J7FJeddNyJYUnOwronZT2NnfOcDMHYk0wJU4Ho8Bn418QMZwuUjILyomsIyJT5gUJEEPGyTGU0M_UBY/s1600/100_0429-eh1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdlvvu3ZSR4hZDjlW2pWW378NI8IO1s8Kom64aEC_C54dkLm_rvVeX0wwH6m1J7FJeddNyJYUnOwronZT2NnfOcDMHYk0wJU4Ho8Bn418QMZwuUjILyomsIyJT5gUJEEPGyTGU0M_UBY/s320/100_0429-eh1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585977883676734754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And one more mermaid,<br />dreaming in the waters...Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-54459907475195977432011-03-10T18:22:00.000-08:002011-03-10T18:41:07.195-08:00Looking through faceted glass...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSO6qX2UUjlutM9hEjPPF7eD-sweuxXN4w7MyRBirwMCpD9gsCw41UYGzmLKTiC9UXVpV9JadtBqYDWx27_yHfKb1zqO4n1hZimCekDiFVMwFe1BUXUnmrIIzmuRIJqkoau8FCPpNjw4/s1600/101225_091722.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSO6qX2UUjlutM9hEjPPF7eD-sweuxXN4w7MyRBirwMCpD9gsCw41UYGzmLKTiC9UXVpV9JadtBqYDWx27_yHfKb1zqO4n1hZimCekDiFVMwFe1BUXUnmrIIzmuRIJqkoau8FCPpNjw4/s320/101225_091722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582645821060957938" border="0" /></a>This was Christmas Day at my parents' house in Kentucky. <br /><br />It was so lovely to have snow for Christmas. It lasted about three days. I made a snowman to greet my little nephew on the side porch. <br /><br />I was just there again to be with my parents after Mom had surgery. Didn't take too many pics this last time. I loved being there, though. Eating breakfast together with the view of the meadow. Watching movies in the evening. <br /><br />I got home late last night after my flight was delayed two hours. It was a good thing--let me see my youngest sister (and nephew!) arrive from Texas before I flew out!Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-19925381191262527492010-04-26T22:24:00.000-07:002010-04-26T22:41:56.641-07:00Quiet day with fever<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Two of my teens have had fevers for a week now. Last night it caught up to me. So I've been not trying to do much today--sitting working on a sweater I've been trying to finish. I have had to rip several rows of the body twice. (I'm doing an openwork pattern below the Empire line.) But I think I'm on track now. I found a mistake just now where i forgot to decrease after a yarn-over, so I undid two stitches and fixed it. Well, I fixed it in the row above where it was supposed to happen. But it's on the back, so I'm going to leave it be. Hand made charm and all that...<br /></span></span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-61948213745212209592009-11-20T21:42:00.000-08:002009-11-20T23:24:20.416-08:00Leonie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismc7dVBH7w3yN4GAlOVcUtX0Yd4GlbuGwtpkFpXHqgOGu7VBTcMfUdVKPhyx4poz3sr4E7JogBjEmUu8RmD4bMbw9nJQ7GMgmfbv6MaIutJOwdI_JnYarwoSKJ_xAZnSu7VZm528AitU/s1600/100_2067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismc7dVBH7w3yN4GAlOVcUtX0Yd4GlbuGwtpkFpXHqgOGu7VBTcMfUdVKPhyx4poz3sr4E7JogBjEmUu8RmD4bMbw9nJQ7GMgmfbv6MaIutJOwdI_JnYarwoSKJ_xAZnSu7VZm528AitU/s400/100_2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406429679728431378" border="0" /></a>This is Leonie.<br /><br />Originally she was All-Stars Midge, but a couple of days ago I finally got around to giving her a new poseable body. And somehow having that poseability, and the flat feet, brought out a young playful aspect to her personality. She is one of my very favorite dolls now.<br /><br />Just being able to bend and unbend her arms--not have them locked into the dreadful bent-arm pose--seemed to give her a new sense of freedom in my eyes. And with the jointed (not the rubber bendable) legs, she can even ride a horse!<br /><br />Several days ago I borrowed my daughters' two Barbie horses, Misty and Rainbow, and had some of the dolls go horseback riding. Leonie wasn't the first, but she was in the second group. And she seems to like horses, and riding. It suits her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPZxOojwlj_QzMLtErtIkmSHj_2Kv7UtpQFcXx5ckmt7V1zu-OS9iwhFz2kJBovxw06V_cxzdivNcad9ejc2o9rG8AWHse8fk-Q5lDWdl6sZoQO2nGzOi5WCauKk-40bmD0uEh_4M8WI/s1600/100_2081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPZxOojwlj_QzMLtErtIkmSHj_2Kv7UtpQFcXx5ckmt7V1zu-OS9iwhFz2kJBovxw06V_cxzdivNcad9ejc2o9rG8AWHse8fk-Q5lDWdl6sZoQO2nGzOi5WCauKk-40bmD0uEh_4M8WI/s320/100_2081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406431260808018514" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is with the two horses.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPpu7s2N-igyDAPK6BmcVu5e867EKptkDyo3A7f9Xm41TQWO-D9PIfdc6jOdqd4iotKBCaLzCmqBp8KSZKjWTc-dVxsSOK2qpo08Y50dWI2FxIM0f_O4GX7kFPiCwjgKApjt3uY9Ymj4/s1600/100_2090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPpu7s2N-igyDAPK6BmcVu5e867EKptkDyo3A7f9Xm41TQWO-D9PIfdc6jOdqd4iotKBCaLzCmqBp8KSZKjWTc-dVxsSOK2qpo08Y50dWI2FxIM0f_O4GX7kFPiCwjgKApjt3uY9Ymj4/s320/100_2090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406432134771439042" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is riding with her friend and--sister? cousin? another Midge with a new body. (The other one doesn't have a new name yet.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJyZtfZ8UCBzALosRfIhksTwWxrTkdkvmbd2Eg01r6ASoX8wxoyv-LWtGEzbLcIVRt4M3UxfudNHomqfXyYY19PvPH27xw0PRZE79dHdgnokYkFQzuJrtq4cCBa4fh_7msiGVosbukD4/s1600/100_2093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJyZtfZ8UCBzALosRfIhksTwWxrTkdkvmbd2Eg01r6ASoX8wxoyv-LWtGEzbLcIVRt4M3UxfudNHomqfXyYY19PvPH27xw0PRZE79dHdgnokYkFQzuJrtq4cCBa4fh_7msiGVosbukD4/s400/100_2093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406453016437251650" border="0" /></a><br />And here she is riding with Oliver. <br /><br />Somehow I love the sight of dolls riding horseback. It gladdens my heart. I need some doll-horses of my own...I suppose the horses need saddles and bridles, too, but for now we seem to be getting along fine without them. <br /><br />Leonie will be coming with me when I go to see family for Christmas, and I expect we'll bring a horse or two...Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-92012743228789527782009-08-30T17:17:00.001-07:002009-08-30T17:39:11.895-07:00aerial firefighting over the mountainsHere are some pics of what I saw this afternoon:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGnK4AxjG38bSkJ4LuC6E7pSR-ZJDsWSrb6ffSvSs_5bc6xIbBpSg8S33EP5SkjdakofgJJ5DuugHqy8Pi-iH3eq8tKdS_QMLrfZhL25OUTsHcBl3yOx-WUSHQaRiftZVAPCD9dOID60/s1600-h/100_0765.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGnK4AxjG38bSkJ4LuC6E7pSR-ZJDsWSrb6ffSvSs_5bc6xIbBpSg8S33EP5SkjdakofgJJ5DuugHqy8Pi-iH3eq8tKdS_QMLrfZhL25OUTsHcBl3yOx-WUSHQaRiftZVAPCD9dOID60/s200/100_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915885800299842" border="0" /></a><br />A flare-up on Sunset Ridge (left)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7V1EAbA9v7igU5D6IznXBGW_JiLFzFzbNN8WsrNsCgcTBSWAQ-N0v-q4YwNN1mBQDN6iIa0g35HW7qZq82KBmjbLdDhZ7pgKlW-JJQX2bVidLyyNLPAq-BaElAE2m1r70GeXLJt3ojZE/s1600-h/100_0767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7V1EAbA9v7igU5D6IznXBGW_JiLFzFzbNN8WsrNsCgcTBSWAQ-N0v-q4YwNN1mBQDN6iIa0g35HW7qZq82KBmjbLdDhZ7pgKlW-JJQX2bVidLyyNLPAq-BaElAE2m1r70GeXLJt3ojZE/s320/100_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375916233054541026" border="0" /></a> A helicopter approaches<br /><br /><br /> It positions itself over the flare:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjskBpU56M5GLFRHmuxlFW9f58C3vHnf3P-O0cJ41cRJUVVD6A7f13jlRhZDWoMORjXoh0whcpfvsejVxfdhyphenhyphen0c0nyDJwN5k62Q018M5drRodfdYvoMrHefyQqmLYq06MXyqFzSZgErI/s1600-h/100_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjskBpU56M5GLFRHmuxlFW9f58C3vHnf3P-O0cJ41cRJUVVD6A7f13jlRhZDWoMORjXoh0whcpfvsejVxfdhyphenhyphen0c0nyDJwN5k62Q018M5drRodfdYvoMrHefyQqmLYq06MXyqFzSZgErI/s320/100_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375916761916852242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and dispenses a well-aimed spritz of water:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgManxdlgocVV-eZ2xa1xDQ05NmPfglMvSNO-9xDV84jdWpedbTGa_J1AXe3JRKzKiPGpgcgme4Sriz3R2ZTTOZnchpeCLrqSwuQUpYaTloyZ5b_3hB48oMrCdnO4yvJuy7HVs381aamyc/s1600-h/100_0769.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgManxdlgocVV-eZ2xa1xDQ05NmPfglMvSNO-9xDV84jdWpedbTGa_J1AXe3JRKzKiPGpgcgme4Sriz3R2ZTTOZnchpeCLrqSwuQUpYaTloyZ5b_3hB48oMrCdnO4yvJuy7HVs381aamyc/s400/100_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375917345898287282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Mostly dousing the flames--<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmRKKrqeQ3YScYl6Ham4dy1W17oyBlaOF42YiDIqTCgw1zMTMGZY8rFb5wGGOAxYGS_-czUvUUkdgp2HNSjLDUuJqkVTAPly8n6WyMfPyMWJuoh04jsVw_2rO7K773UUb3a4mFsDfnLM/s1600-h/100_0770.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmRKKrqeQ3YScYl6Ham4dy1W17oyBlaOF42YiDIqTCgw1zMTMGZY8rFb5wGGOAxYGS_-czUvUUkdgp2HNSjLDUuJqkVTAPly8n6WyMfPyMWJuoh04jsVw_2rO7K773UUb3a4mFsDfnLM/s320/100_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375917925598657890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikq5hjmo_SpDMFC1qVEa2RDuZvOq16afcQPngLZ9K9QxLzcy1QC_NKvvDyKfNNrC4tjnqF16wxDb09iIh9w077QOs5apYOcyGayx2ixIQmvalNW8R5ji69AIIFrpK8JovXYQqBRpQ0JyM/s1600-h/100_0771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikq5hjmo_SpDMFC1qVEa2RDuZvOq16afcQPngLZ9K9QxLzcy1QC_NKvvDyKfNNrC4tjnqF16wxDb09iIh9w077QOs5apYOcyGayx2ixIQmvalNW8R5ji69AIIFrpK8JovXYQqBRpQ0JyM/s200/100_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375918960978754754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and then flying away...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span><br />This is the Station Fire in the San Gabriel Mountains over Altadena. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-72225279319286536462009-06-08T21:22:00.000-07:002009-06-08T22:23:12.364-07:00A few dolls...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYoq3FbWYHPH9QCfwTnkwPAVjJLI7NYC_0IW2T1Q2jokrEgC1W-GyTLNhQX5FgDfxDp0zEhSJ2AeW0Yqy1SWijn1ErWYrYPRNOyWwj7bfIFAr043yDTHX7gmsKL6vrHLiF20hpwtRYvxA/s1600-h/whitney3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYoq3FbWYHPH9QCfwTnkwPAVjJLI7NYC_0IW2T1Q2jokrEgC1W-GyTLNhQX5FgDfxDp0zEhSJ2AeW0Yqy1SWijn1ErWYrYPRNOyWwj7bfIFAr043yDTHX7gmsKL6vrHLiF20hpwtRYvxA/s320/whitney3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345180198537769362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here are a few pictures of dolls I'm planning to restyle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">This is Jewel Secrets Whitney. I have always thought she was one of the pretties dolls ever, with her knee-length dark hair and sweet Steffie face--and she has wonderful eyes--but I could never understand why they made her lips such a pale pink. To me it detracts from the beauty of her face, to have her lips nearly invisible.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But I have been realizing that re-painting a doll's face is something I can actually do. I can make her look the way I think she should look.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">I can paint her lips a deeper shade of red. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Another thing I'd like to do for Whitney is find her a new body. I've decided that I really dislike the bent-arm body that Barbie dolls got in the 80's. And I've learned that if you know how, you can put Barbie heads on new bodies. It's not as easy as when I was little--we just popped the heads off and popped on another one--but it can be done. I'd like to give Whitney a body with jointed arms.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWaJ2805IjgbxFjPMWxvQTKsGPXbDdHxRco9kbq64Tigx5LF3UiYIE4ODw-rEALqjnz_gDizmRHhzP-e75W6ipvUOMeD6ah5b3MQeCk6Xj43CRxUHWUq10xMDACgAvbMKunXpRtVrQVg/s1600-h/allstar1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWaJ2805IjgbxFjPMWxvQTKsGPXbDdHxRco9kbq64Tigx5LF3UiYIE4ODw-rEALqjnz_gDizmRHhzP-e75W6ipvUOMeD6ah5b3MQeCk6Xj43CRxUHWUq10xMDACgAvbMKunXpRtVrQVg/s320/allstar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345182396011398114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here on the right is Midge of the All-Stars. She came to me from eBay when I was collecting variations of Midge. She wasn't in her original clothes--she was wearing this strapless print dress, which is nice enough, but the overall effect was rather dull. I do like her freckles and green eyes, though.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Today I took another look at her and took down her ponytail. I think she looked prettier right away. I'm going to try to get her hair to fall more naturally, and I might try to do something with those frizzy bangs!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And again, I think those pale-pink lips just don't do anything for her face. So I'm going to get a tiny paint brush and re-do her lips.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And I'm going to try to find a body for her that doesn't have the dreaded (for me) Bent Arms.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Now here is another</span><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT4ZHi6KD4hgCQ8LtbP3TgutmAeg-mJpi5T709X8snfgnfl1plgXKtQG8567kptN04dIEc2bY03FPz7cjpAckbZF_DDvNEb7IMlPVy5TgXsQ70OpCsBx7DY_atrGmvUclc6WQIo-4Kqo/s1600-h/campmidge3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT4ZHi6KD4hgCQ8LtbP3TgutmAeg-mJpi5T709X8snfgnfl1plgXKtQG8567kptN04dIEc2bY03FPz7cjpAckbZF_DDvNEb7IMlPVy5TgXsQ70OpCsBx7DY_atrGmvUclc6WQIo-4Kqo/s320/campmidge3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345184246012566210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Midge.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I like this Midge very much--though I wouldn't mind if she had freckles. (Of course, I can always add some if I decide to.) The main thing I want to do for Camp Midge is to find a body without bent arms. Which may be a bit of a challenge, since she has a rather unusual suntanned skin tone. I would rather have straight arms than bent, but what I would really like is jointed arms. So we'll see what I can find.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But other than that she is a really nice doll--I love her reddish-gold hair.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The last doll I have a photo of tonight is also a Midge. The Diva face is one of my favorites, though I don't always like what they do to it in terms of painting.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHM8aKGDsHi7QhgKCjyzXtlC3x54H2sNOEjTc3Qx7pN5ZWBUvFOuTTLliEu3AFE7XtcwILBu0sBaFDXKHzaRiZQ2__d592UOYpOcXaJa1qN5C53MKd3q_VoWk-uyQLybIKd7tPFvE4kk/s1600-h/hawaii1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHM8aKGDsHi7QhgKCjyzXtlC3x54H2sNOEjTc3Qx7pN5ZWBUvFOuTTLliEu3AFE7XtcwILBu0sBaFDXKHzaRiZQ2__d592UOYpOcXaJa1qN5C53MKd3q_VoWk-uyQLybIKd7tPFvE4kk/s320/hawaii1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345185853177819506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The last Midge is Hawaii Midge. She has nice straight arms, though I'd be glad to give her jointed arms. I like her red hair, I like that she has freckles, and I like the vivid lipstick. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But somehow I'm not crazy about her expression. I don't know, she looks vaguely smug, or something. I don't know if it's the Hawaii Midge dolls in general, or just this particular doll. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I'm thinking I may just repaint her face. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But not right away. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But if I were going to repaint anyone's face, I think it would be this one. Just to get a more pleasing expression. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">So--this week I'm going to Michael's for acrylic paints and a couple of tiny, tiny brushes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And then we shall see what we shall see.</span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-65512223571530001082009-05-14T23:36:00.000-07:002009-05-14T23:47:19.092-07:00a doll<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMbtl1bhQP8OGoLKEAqmjcuU6T2oYvr6dunIBhEWmwUJaRehfI4TmLkYg74x7nTSwkZXu0_vFnh2pzNtL0pIc-ibV4Shb6wpio_6pRsmfnumPcZ3g12-iADxkzBZJbP29CmvaM8tpo_8/s1600-h/dsc01549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMbtl1bhQP8OGoLKEAqmjcuU6T2oYvr6dunIBhEWmwUJaRehfI4TmLkYg74x7nTSwkZXu0_vFnh2pzNtL0pIc-ibV4Shb6wpio_6pRsmfnumPcZ3g12-iADxkzBZJbP29CmvaM8tpo_8/s200/dsc01549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335937785596565554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIv_sjDMm8hI7_JO1JD5p3YfQmucLH6ZoCBF4aFfQvbB4ccHjfA_mjklzc6J9DXfIdULEELRU2Y4T-MNcmz625Op-0gwqLUY41u_FhSoZ1pj2eqwWrgZ01BvDxRaJZQy4NEBA6uRlsYA/s1600-h/dsc01542.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIv_sjDMm8hI7_JO1JD5p3YfQmucLH6ZoCBF4aFfQvbB4ccHjfA_mjklzc6J9DXfIdULEELRU2Y4T-MNcmz625Op-0gwqLUY41u_FhSoZ1pj2eqwWrgZ01BvDxRaJZQy4NEBA6uRlsYA/s320/dsc01542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335936689207339250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Here is one of my favorite dolls. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Her name is originally Vitamin C, but I think she needs a name of her own. I'm still thinking of one. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">She's not wearing her original clothes, either. And I added a braid to her hair. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">She looks to me as if she were really thinking about something. But she doesn't feel she has to say what it is. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Sometimes a doll can be very good company. </span><br /><br /></span></span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268724478553118541.post-26738719959961897292009-05-05T22:39:00.000-07:002009-05-05T22:43:36.354-07:00imponderables<span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />why was there an earwig on my sweater when i came home this evening? where did it come from and how long had it been there? it's one thing to find earwigs lurking on the kitchen floor, but on my sweater? after i had been out most of the evening? had it been there the whole time?<br /><br />why do they call them earwigs? and what do they do with those pincers on their tail? do they use them, like scorpions? actually I think earwigs are pretty harmless. but i still don't want them perching on my clothes while i'm wearing them. or hiding behind the sugar bowl. <br /><br />goodnight---under the gibbous moon...<br /></span>Desert Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757954788116783779noreply@blogger.com0