this photo makes me think of the wood pile outside by the wood stove. It's cold and blowing here--just needing a good, warm fire to snuggle up to.Rosemary
there is something special about a wood fire.. warms a soul through and through..
I had to memorize that Robert Frost poem in 7th Grade. I memorized it right before class started, then volunteered to go first in reciting it, so I wouldn't forget it. I still to this day can recite the poem in it's entirety! Funny the things that stay with you, though the best one I can do it recite the states in alphabetical order, I learned that in pre-school in a song. Anth finds it funny I still remember.
I don't even know if I can remember all of the states.. but I agree that it is odd what we remember.. I can still sing a jumbled up ditty that starts out pomalama koomalama.. that I learned in 5th grade.. lol.. fifth grade was a long time ago to me..
Hi Patsy. I love your photos. I'm soliciting from bloggers photos and posts for a start-up online magazine for bloggers. I would love to include you, in particular, the woods photo above, and the "O" of the egg -- a real gem. to see more about the magazine, go to: http://thewoventalepress.wordpress.com (click on the cover and it will go to a private viewing)My blog is at: http://www.awriterweavesatale.comThanks, Sandra Tyler
Very nice picture. Great blog!Greetings from the Netherlands, DzjieDzjee
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