tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43768633750829531782024-03-05T16:23:36.102-05:00South Street ShabbyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-62990839821954407532011-04-24T08:31:00.005-04:002011-04-24T09:02:29.781-04:00Serenity EASTER Sunday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrCm26jnmkaB19rOb0bax9gKVfYM7nduDwU7XdHhf5NPrtsqEDU31kXOLHhLJqJOcVhW8fWCkgIY2i6f_WYBCpQ3s1FvIuyPAD4E1IdYBp5rBhprvNseq8clXkG94mihw8xxYunUTX3qs/s1600/jesus-christ-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599133743522964210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrCm26jnmkaB19rOb0bax9gKVfYM7nduDwU7XdHhf5NPrtsqEDU31kXOLHhLJqJOcVhW8fWCkgIY2i6f_WYBCpQ3s1FvIuyPAD4E1IdYBp5rBhprvNseq8clXkG94mihw8xxYunUTX3qs/s400/jesus-christ-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7TGMyG4aHzDwDnOMOD-mf0unnwVXE0-eTJITQ8NvXFE0fgf1FDkBZ81KU76f0nkqum361wu4z9rpugptBviVg0ViZsydvnySc8LvfHVAowMWY-EhFXEMjc-BCVu8YXHNYeVaWAQ8atRt/s1600/Jesus-Resurrection-Pictures-06.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599133742581072274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7TGMyG4aHzDwDnOMOD-mf0unnwVXE0-eTJITQ8NvXFE0fgf1FDkBZ81KU76f0nkqum361wu4z9rpugptBviVg0ViZsydvnySc8LvfHVAowMWY-EhFXEMjc-BCVu8YXHNYeVaWAQ8atRt/s400/Jesus-Resurrection-Pictures-06.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">“Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.” </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">“He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and his kingdom will have no end.”</span></strong></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Happy Easter you all of you, May the joy of the season be with you, today and everyday...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**Tami**<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oGslJ1ciLaXw6CtacfUj_rt339URWWwyCmYGVVv3Sl6OcjTwlPVo2o0iB1kcjBJXQSLjigin0wHfTZUnzAdtg5CfhTgHeyRUWX1IuOblRJMjjrj0UZefLedW6SUm04kXOnk59eQwS3Q7/s1600/E39.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599127554630303890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oGslJ1ciLaXw6CtacfUj_rt339URWWwyCmYGVVv3Sl6OcjTwlPVo2o0iB1kcjBJXQSLjigin0wHfTZUnzAdtg5CfhTgHeyRUWX1IuOblRJMjjrj0UZefLedW6SUm04kXOnk59eQwS3Q7/s400/E39.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwybXnVokkq7WTHCG9JadiWIS7Huh3uugPyFRKFuomHutMT3T4NmE7bv2x3DPk3a5UBS381LtlSE33RQUWemPm4q8zB2WDy83XKbFaOtK-AmcCrwNAuPDvur2fsRN78GtJXQ9KvBNtr3Q/s1600/E5.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599127544650126530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwybXnVokkq7WTHCG9JadiWIS7Huh3uugPyFRKFuomHutMT3T4NmE7bv2x3DPk3a5UBS381LtlSE33RQUWemPm4q8zB2WDy83XKbFaOtK-AmcCrwNAuPDvur2fsRN78GtJXQ9KvBNtr3Q/s400/E5.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgub3LiPIt-au3pdiMHWXdy1P03VJhflqqHACdMudv_cDygBhG_dvFT3_91h258pPffF3w6zANVnOAv9OV1Q8wvuE5Sux_FQtmltqn1ahnQ4Ebws_Nm2JK8vliT-iSMAK9ZS3y-ffcyidPM/s1600/E17.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599127544263646290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgub3LiPIt-au3pdiMHWXdy1P03VJhflqqHACdMudv_cDygBhG_dvFT3_91h258pPffF3w6zANVnOAv9OV1Q8wvuE5Sux_FQtmltqn1ahnQ4Ebws_Nm2JK8vliT-iSMAK9ZS3y-ffcyidPM/s400/E17.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-40485695948743632072011-03-20T09:44:00.014-04:002011-03-20T16:43:39.401-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 83<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong>Beautiful Super Moon....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVVbsCMLHWJsLz7FC3zj4N1ISgW_4ZqnZEW3HexDjiQ_MkgfjjSdaz-WtzcUVmgDfBA_M8CgpuVUCdJV8g53jOFdrgtaoHsAg9PQ_Nnu5ColGpCLEUZvy9X_BlsCc4LHVlvrsry01ayPL/s1600/3-19-11+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586238934386809730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVVbsCMLHWJsLz7FC3zj4N1ISgW_4ZqnZEW3HexDjiQ_MkgfjjSdaz-WtzcUVmgDfBA_M8CgpuVUCdJV8g53jOFdrgtaoHsAg9PQ_Nnu5ColGpCLEUZvy9X_BlsCc4LHVlvrsry01ayPL/s400/3-19-11+025.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong>Only the soft moon<br />and silky stars<br />know my ever<br />changing goals.<br />Within me, I found love<br />For others.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">Copyright</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">Tamara Egan</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">07/26/00<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaydaHnt-JFSZ_Twg9f4ZKq2yzBRwUuBdyOQ3ZDBL0fR4KlhSLh4l1J6FvjmNpv71MJ2uJDjasSoq7GVyGPA4qQSb41AUx64jLbxXi45u_8Mp-nP4tpwSVnHl8W4JH9DMYDxYkgGpWPj4M/s1600/3-19-11+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586238929058425522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaydaHnt-JFSZ_Twg9f4ZKq2yzBRwUuBdyOQ3ZDBL0fR4KlhSLh4l1J6FvjmNpv71MJ2uJDjasSoq7GVyGPA4qQSb41AUx64jLbxXi45u_8Mp-nP4tpwSVnHl8W4JH9DMYDxYkgGpWPj4M/s400/3-19-11+024.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Deep sleep fades<br />as glowing rays<br />fills morrow's light<br />and banishes dark shadows.<br />Precious day is waiting.<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">Copyright</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">Tamara Egan</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;">8/9/00<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk9C5rw11Alb5xpgLxzcm-eXhbpw_wZU1oacfxc30XZmp09tupZek51K6ym8mSRN3NoiHlKBGwrM5c6dSvdsH6KkdfXbssP9zYF3jbTUF_VVQ-bCRzXJMVCArDrQtwEjRXG7GEsVNWFqF/s1600/rusty+hummingbird-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236503288471890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk9C5rw11Alb5xpgLxzcm-eXhbpw_wZU1oacfxc30XZmp09tupZek51K6ym8mSRN3NoiHlKBGwrM5c6dSvdsH6KkdfXbssP9zYF3jbTUF_VVQ-bCRzXJMVCArDrQtwEjRXG7GEsVNWFqF/s400/rusty+hummingbird-2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>God's wisdom danced.<br />Particles of glowing silky stardust<br />defined as grace and perfect love<br />within every new life.</strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Tamara Egan</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-size:85%;">8/12/00<br /><br /></span></div></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjmmCo1UjZ89p2ft7QTRyU-Vm7u5qPKxMxD2iA_O2Ro4fIguFgk8G8-tAtlduzcRYlPx_29cg4w2kYfaI_tMoPJhBX_-r4lgmmvuJFEcVW9CuHjVHR5_3x2nCXriDlJcX-DwIKV0ec2yH/s1600/cropped+bunny.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236497684698994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjmmCo1UjZ89p2ft7QTRyU-Vm7u5qPKxMxD2iA_O2Ro4fIguFgk8G8-tAtlduzcRYlPx_29cg4w2kYfaI_tMoPJhBX_-r4lgmmvuJFEcVW9CuHjVHR5_3x2nCXriDlJcX-DwIKV0ec2yH/s400/cropped+bunny.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Through impending cold<br />and afternoons of soft grey<br />my sub-conscious seeks an end<br />to the silky winter fog.<br /></span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Copyright</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Tamara Egan</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">06/29/00<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MVzy5DXDWsIrO66LQmYzfY6YZ8duIx6SuFRiQwZUzqtFFFN4v4GRpRdsCVNztzXFZykcuEpm03-ZpcmQJ7SFkyd6l7Z_3L-2h1BPZQa4roSh86tPdZo7GB79Gu47w35uIEVac1LieQDi/s1600/3Tulip+2_2010-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236490843857410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MVzy5DXDWsIrO66LQmYzfY6YZ8duIx6SuFRiQwZUzqtFFFN4v4GRpRdsCVNztzXFZykcuEpm03-ZpcmQJ7SFkyd6l7Z_3L-2h1BPZQa4roSh86tPdZo7GB79Gu47w35uIEVac1LieQDi/s400/3Tulip+2_2010-1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><strong>Soft rays of sunlight </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><strong>glisten through dimly lit forests, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><strong>while the beauty of spring </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><strong>awakens in the garden.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><strong>Copyright</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><strong>Tamara Egan</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>3/11/10</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>*********************************</strong></span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"><strong>HAPPY SPRING!!!!!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>I spent about 1 1/2 hours today raking out a couple of flower beds. I'll be sorry tomorrow, but it feels good to know that one, they are done (at least for now) and two, the blooming flowers are on the horizon. It'll be a long while before I see flowers, but just knowing that they are coming is enough. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>Last night, I watched for the SUPERMOON and took a few pictures. I used the 'night' setting on my digital camera, but left my tripod at home. Lesson learned...when it's cold outside, night time photos need to be taken using a tripod...I apparently, shiver a bit.:-) The pictures (above) that I took of the moon last night, we captured over Jamesville Reservoir, which is still frozen. The moonlight on the reservoir was beautiful. </p><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">::::On another note::::<br /></strong></span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVl4CCPw5TJdOAUMjN8GAmQ3A7j2EAoMSzcyQSqhrQsNSaNHTZ1PddXpEQsC6a9PlycpsY3-iWnfVUjQtXcnwVa0AGa5koze4aIcGk5p0SYFODfXhufh9Lqytzwee1_Nnsj3m_MIF8ptjJ/s1600/3-27-10+029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236485598617794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVl4CCPw5TJdOAUMjN8GAmQ3A7j2EAoMSzcyQSqhrQsNSaNHTZ1PddXpEQsC6a9PlycpsY3-iWnfVUjQtXcnwVa0AGa5koze4aIcGk5p0SYFODfXhufh9Lqytzwee1_Nnsj3m_MIF8ptjJ/s400/3-27-10+029.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong> SAVE THE DATE!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>The 2nd Annual</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>'Spring Gathering of Friends'</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">will be held at </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>The Colonial Housefitter </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">4538 Apulia Road</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"> Jamesville, NY 13078</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">(315-492-1977)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Saturday, April 9, 2011</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>11am-5pm</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">We had a great time last year....<br />HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!!!<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsl8xe_8efHTE1GuPLuZPcAlfhSkWb5X52N7S3fS8qMusbv9Xs1RyMUe61MwvJ7lVyavPEQ8d5uaZAqsDEaP1egSXwvuTG6jt6sAXbSBwdPFdb3Z8XsKaaqZ7a-jJiIiPLLytLXImohRj/s1600/3-27-10+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236480853774146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsl8xe_8efHTE1GuPLuZPcAlfhSkWb5X52N7S3fS8qMusbv9Xs1RyMUe61MwvJ7lVyavPEQ8d5uaZAqsDEaP1egSXwvuTG6jt6sAXbSBwdPFdb3Z8XsKaaqZ7a-jJiIiPLLytLXImohRj/s400/3-27-10+025.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-51646059540236864352011-02-27T23:05:00.006-05:002011-02-27T23:12:43.520-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 82<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihgmyKzQCAmUuo2hI-ZrR1J2bXOF7cnmIXSqjZskiUF4VsiPghLMpEPFf4H8Nj3XpLpeZmFVt1CtALUIq24NzFfv6SJQTmPldQT-eUbaydyChLvVg4Fhh6MJPLEq9GvZdkugbsLsCBe7y/s1600/pics+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578587467099228098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihgmyKzQCAmUuo2hI-ZrR1J2bXOF7cnmIXSqjZskiUF4VsiPghLMpEPFf4H8Nj3XpLpeZmFVt1CtALUIq24NzFfv6SJQTmPldQT-eUbaydyChLvVg4Fhh6MJPLEq9GvZdkugbsLsCBe7y/s400/pics+110.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Kw6BHoD1a_2XSKnNC5FAv81EdqFZxF_9-eFwmDN9tk0Hs8-MQUgMsw0TtCzZgPTAYvbPO2lJVUGAarQ0Cc20gG8fwNNqddG1xoLhvdvJ6j7gR496Ht8neQSUZ6KcAxCoDstaiW-V5bjA/s1600/pics+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578587456676812914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Kw6BHoD1a_2XSKnNC5FAv81EdqFZxF_9-eFwmDN9tk0Hs8-MQUgMsw0TtCzZgPTAYvbPO2lJVUGAarQ0Cc20gG8fwNNqddG1xoLhvdvJ6j7gR496Ht8neQSUZ6KcAxCoDstaiW-V5bjA/s400/pics+111.jpg" /></a><br />In my opinion, the most moving oration at the Oscars tonight...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>"It's not the load that breaks you down, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>it's the way you carry it." </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>~ Lena Horne<br /></div></strong></span><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-23714682979920564582011-02-20T16:46:00.006-05:002011-02-20T17:02:29.283-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 81<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpe4To3O3SPCerwcyc7IKz_5k4nTfkuKAVG9Z1lb7rr0QnNlhY_tmteaFRwavRifL1LElmhPhX8IUDqqMzA4wTIiwaz9O2Ln-2wzmQ4bTzFtVsuZxiWvHekqGvgcRa-Y70ZSxnE_yGPCTi/s1600/snowy+woods.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575893381391669618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpe4To3O3SPCerwcyc7IKz_5k4nTfkuKAVG9Z1lb7rr0QnNlhY_tmteaFRwavRifL1LElmhPhX8IUDqqMzA4wTIiwaz9O2Ln-2wzmQ4bTzFtVsuZxiWvHekqGvgcRa-Y70ZSxnE_yGPCTi/s400/snowy+woods.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”<br /></span></div><div align="center">Whose woods these are I think I know.</div><div align="center"><br />His house is in the village, though;<br /></div><div align="center">He will not see me stopping here</div><div align="center"><br />To watch his woods fill up with snow.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My little horse must think it queer</div><div align="center"><br />To stop without a farmhouse near</div><div align="center"><br />Between the woods and frozen lake<br /></div><div align="center">The darkest evening of the year.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He gives his harness bells a shake</div><div align="center"><br />To ask if there is some mistake.</div><div align="center"><br />The only other sounds the sweep</div><div align="center"><br />Of easy wind and downy flake.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,</div><div align="center"><br />But I have promises to keep,</div><div align="center"><br />And miles to go before I sleep,</div><div align="center"><br />And miles to go before I sleep.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />Robert Frost</div><div align="center">New Hampshire</div><div align="center">1923<br /></div><div align="center">***************************************************</div><div align="center">I shamelessly repost this poem and photo from last January. For a couple reasons...first this is befitting this time of year and second...this is one of my favorite photos and the poem, well...speaks for itself... The photo was found on the web years ago...and always seemed like there was a story behind it. The photo is a story in itself...hope you enjoy..</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">** On another note, stay tuned for a peek into the 17th annual Valentine's Tea that was held at my friend Cindy Petter's house last Monday. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-64162115046017609412011-02-13T15:32:00.006-05:002011-02-13T16:13:23.966-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 80<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpSrOhZ-EKN80PNWk6upMXSpcS0vvnZVU9_s03zXcf4M5vbOidHVC5hAXbmvzDUz1gqfaOisQYtHHsdg0rhKVfb8ulD9ORXD5bp3f4r10wjfLFf-6HQL6PR8uQ-RJinUBxkH7bByb7W0u/s1600/saint-valentine+cloud.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573281286849812066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpSrOhZ-EKN80PNWk6upMXSpcS0vvnZVU9_s03zXcf4M5vbOidHVC5hAXbmvzDUz1gqfaOisQYtHHsdg0rhKVfb8ulD9ORXD5bp3f4r10wjfLFf-6HQL6PR8uQ-RJinUBxkH7bByb7W0u/s400/saint-valentine+cloud.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Quiet and serene<br />Nature’s heavenly moment<br />A calm winter’s day. </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcjlzXuhUqTq1BW84BBXY_tCcm9Mf_f0cD9-CENti7wZ_4zKThhKX833ayNAkXKhCHiCK2zK9myG1RuLscPQdr9VnrpSy6MgUOkYadaknMvEPVkntHHZSo8W6vitMFBtzaoYIV13DffYf/s1600/Valentine_Rose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573281282632969362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcjlzXuhUqTq1BW84BBXY_tCcm9Mf_f0cD9-CENti7wZ_4zKThhKX833ayNAkXKhCHiCK2zK9myG1RuLscPQdr9VnrpSy6MgUOkYadaknMvEPVkntHHZSo8W6vitMFBtzaoYIV13DffYf/s400/Valentine_Rose.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Love is not a word<br />It is the soul of a heart<br />Aching to be heard.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbW-8FwaJ0o4OIJJvczTzypxWAu4OyPjN0_sA7-gvscplY81f3kbmkfozlxE91Sv4mUDEI5DkKN4YB0m6epASG_sr_nC-QoZOGnlHTPy_agr-n_BNZxvliwWiriC6WXxr5bqK9q8sSVVh/s1600/civil-war-valentine-1861.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573281283412374210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbW-8FwaJ0o4OIJJvczTzypxWAu4OyPjN0_sA7-gvscplY81f3kbmkfozlxE91Sv4mUDEI5DkKN4YB0m6epASG_sr_nC-QoZOGnlHTPy_agr-n_BNZxvliwWiriC6WXxr5bqK9q8sSVVh/s400/civil-war-valentine-1861.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>Happy Valentine's Day!~<br /></strong></span><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OzrVrDe9-5mY6HukQf-UYXUYVbgzzL843j9jgEeJV8otIoH7SjL0B3Bv4wKXhzcnQRi0XuBIZCIUVYpK6Z1rSLqRCQW1JmOSFN_ODfShAMBxTNGCVq3ZjNvE32XAjSvDzif5RNSwy0wx/s1600/Picture+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275616870839314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OzrVrDe9-5mY6HukQf-UYXUYVbgzzL843j9jgEeJV8otIoH7SjL0B3Bv4wKXhzcnQRi0XuBIZCIUVYpK6Z1rSLqRCQW1JmOSFN_ODfShAMBxTNGCVq3ZjNvE32XAjSvDzif5RNSwy0wx/s400/Picture+047.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#990000;">Tomorrow is <a href="http://cindypetters.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-you-need-is-love-love-is-all-you.html">Cindy Petters 'Annual Valentine's Tea'</a>. It's an all day open house hosted by Cindy for about 400 of her closest friends. I think this year will mark her 17th tea.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWq4Vu0eobEsTsIVpGLyMYuethrjkIK2zGV5jHUwGdBYPalfL427NOKtv6-kxyjQIITnDSNc9xb6dREgCfP7HZrKWFxoIJ3lM6qqE5uXyLq346hdtdJL0tFvR7izVSkm0G5QudxX713Nhf/s1600/Picture+045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275610781934866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWq4Vu0eobEsTsIVpGLyMYuethrjkIK2zGV5jHUwGdBYPalfL427NOKtv6-kxyjQIITnDSNc9xb6dREgCfP7HZrKWFxoIJ3lM6qqE5uXyLq346hdtdJL0tFvR7izVSkm0G5QudxX713Nhf/s400/Picture+045.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">She makes her special <a href="http://cindypetters.blogspot.com/2011/02/tea-countdown-and-country-goods-for.html">'magic' blend of tea </a>and dozens and dozens of beautiful cookies.<br /></span><br /></strong></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvi-1qE9U7ksUZtnWWLHzFt0009xAoiHtDMLETrABrXbjy39_OmqYpFC1bk-O-jxezG1PfM_wpn6VJF1-yzd_5EFcDWHKZZtpfho6LI0_cf16tqhyphenhyphen0-Svt5Y1OT4MuUUqlrOfNpdYacci/s1600/HiddenPondfarmday.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275610099221618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvi-1qE9U7ksUZtnWWLHzFt0009xAoiHtDMLETrABrXbjy39_OmqYpFC1bk-O-jxezG1PfM_wpn6VJF1-yzd_5EFcDWHKZZtpfho6LI0_cf16tqhyphenhyphen0-Svt5Y1OT4MuUUqlrOfNpdYacci/s400/HiddenPondfarmday.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>These are a couple of pics from last year...stay tuned for some updates from tomorrow!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours!<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-69677698511802987232011-02-06T21:28:00.002-05:002011-02-06T21:29:33.854-05:00Country Home......next?Has anyone seen another issue of Country Home magazine? Just curious...don't want to miss one and the last one I saw was the Fall issue...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-11240250478518184172011-02-06T17:36:00.012-05:002011-02-06T18:40:52.246-05:00Serenity Sunday...belated week 79<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAYKU8kMdJVpaYNMpSX5MuTj-s1fsqhCvQzHCsI2yVNtM2JMKEGvHsr5ItZYvc6meG5szx51qFiLfEcidp663a5yh42T6o-SfU92tBioYN1J7BxoCajZ1mhMr2DB-32KBtbcug68VnqZG/s1600/pics+045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570720242111029698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAYKU8kMdJVpaYNMpSX5MuTj-s1fsqhCvQzHCsI2yVNtM2JMKEGvHsr5ItZYvc6meG5szx51qFiLfEcidp663a5yh42T6o-SfU92tBioYN1J7BxoCajZ1mhMr2DB-32KBtbcug68VnqZG/s400/pics+045.jpg" /></a><br />Around here…nothing doing…doing nothing…except watching snowflakes grow into mammoth piles of snow. Piles of snow so huge that I could not wade through it if I tried. Winter white surrounds everything in it’s path and the icicles grow at an incredible rate.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLcLPd0YkLC2S1MjtT6bccQmf76KvqgsmBwek07ojzRwYYPMcjRgAcZuIRHQsiPfqJZbqkjsB8cOsYxUZcyCqIsqht1uC90SOl6XDNzLAlDWGL_m0Eg8Gz4h4sQ-wMeVfZ2zTDbh5ixdU/s1600/pics+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570720241935099058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLcLPd0YkLC2S1MjtT6bccQmf76KvqgsmBwek07ojzRwYYPMcjRgAcZuIRHQsiPfqJZbqkjsB8cOsYxUZcyCqIsqht1uC90SOl6XDNzLAlDWGL_m0Eg8Gz4h4sQ-wMeVfZ2zTDbh5ixdU/s400/pics+008.jpg" /></a><br />I used to enjoy the snow…I was a skier for years. I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> come to dread the white stuff…even dislike it to a degree! Last Friday (February 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>) marked the first time in 33 days that we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t have a measurable snowfall. Ordinarily, that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">wouldn</span>’t be such an achievement for most of you out there…here it’s something to celebrate!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-UHuCnh9OuSZ-7KOc-tTdxOCp6TkJRvOjoH0RfvWyoAT5e-S2AsPsBWKGYbjnnlNy9fqPGgsFPZbi6D3JcQ4M3wLQyORxFkFA3p-BugOdo3SXuPs-FUS6MiFLfZPvhkPS7RrV2r_PBbZ/s1600/pics+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719841578728754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-UHuCnh9OuSZ-7KOc-tTdxOCp6TkJRvOjoH0RfvWyoAT5e-S2AsPsBWKGYbjnnlNy9fqPGgsFPZbi6D3JcQ4M3wLQyORxFkFA3p-BugOdo3SXuPs-FUS6MiFLfZPvhkPS7RrV2r_PBbZ/s400/pics+009.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KMbfxYmiaN7WT2s4773Hf-0zHYJsJBW66xy3M4FRdnxxALOX83M9mox-kRamRnLQuKfWc_2yDc4r3p1aAhjE0Kg7jb24uW8Ol378MU41XGEiPnNsHU-Ta-h2KM5AKbCPqny7ykLLpKwO/s1600/pics+048.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719087691575330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KMbfxYmiaN7WT2s4773Hf-0zHYJsJBW66xy3M4FRdnxxALOX83M9mox-kRamRnLQuKfWc_2yDc4r3p1aAhjE0Kg7jb24uW8Ol378MU41XGEiPnNsHU-Ta-h2KM5AKbCPqny7ykLLpKwO/s400/pics+048.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ukzjxs2rYQC3Ppkp2KiQBsqIj0MJfB_PtCnBquKy4Mcj5l1UOkWRZlC9mP6585jzP0x7vhoIqt6Z6B-kdJM0LqRtdl2zPM9ubyhzTJODsF5cQMwdKWgA2EnJU2b1FA9RPV5mDWHQpo4k/s1600/pics+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719085923154194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ukzjxs2rYQC3Ppkp2KiQBsqIj0MJfB_PtCnBquKy4Mcj5l1UOkWRZlC9mP6585jzP0x7vhoIqt6Z6B-kdJM0LqRtdl2zPM9ubyhzTJODsF5cQMwdKWgA2EnJU2b1FA9RPV5mDWHQpo4k/s400/pics+047.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFH9DrOOw9BuU3eYJrLRM0H8hKFezjKDu4ABlrxxcbb7TJUYDDE3_IDdPb_a7Icu0ryYWNkHtE8J6EeRUkcks6ySVcnoXRkcYV8JZhAaIORGGziMtNwHo3i5UNa58iqXAMo-BsMj0BAo_/s1600/pics+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719076037511074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFH9DrOOw9BuU3eYJrLRM0H8hKFezjKDu4ABlrxxcbb7TJUYDDE3_IDdPb_a7Icu0ryYWNkHtE8J6EeRUkcks6ySVcnoXRkcYV8JZhAaIORGGziMtNwHo3i5UNa58iqXAMo-BsMj0BAo_/s400/pics+046.jpg" /></a><br />It started in December and has snowed almost continually since. According to an article in the NY Times…December in Syracuse (by 12/22) 71.9 inches of snow had fallen on our fair city making it the snowiest December on record. It <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">hasn</span>’t really stopped since…except on New Years day. That day it was a balmy 58* at my house, which quickly prompted the opening of windows to air out the place.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsLbArRaEwgXa4g1UKPu3wL8zBxNEX4D_ZZpo503i7c0xrLLSWr03sCmnN9vTlSyrzs61ZJP2B3vHI9uYKqCEHm7Uf5-tpQF0K6Ng2QS4Ksu6e0xWHj3AxuA3j4DxBkx1PXOfVT9eKGBc/s1600/pics+045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719079946508834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsLbArRaEwgXa4g1UKPu3wL8zBxNEX4D_ZZpo503i7c0xrLLSWr03sCmnN9vTlSyrzs61ZJP2B3vHI9uYKqCEHm7Uf5-tpQF0K6Ng2QS4Ksu6e0xWHj3AxuA3j4DxBkx1PXOfVT9eKGBc/s400/pics+045.jpg" /></a><br />We skated on the storm that left the rest of the country in shambles last week. I don’t know how we managed that, but we were relatively ‘snowfall-less’ last Wednesday (Feb. 2) with only about 7 inches which was several inches shy of the predicted snowfall.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlrUX-qhGFGHN2urEE5RgXhErwy9nlHD4tST9y-YuaySC7QfH7Eax7ayxTZgrJZk71B7f1rjh6WWX_DyZNlUfZeYJ8D4Nx3AtwBlJFOu_vzUeGvq5i2TrbRaxuIZoJ4Ny9mE5OkK64cPY/s1600/pics+043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570719070050140450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlrUX-qhGFGHN2urEE5RgXhErwy9nlHD4tST9y-YuaySC7QfH7Eax7ayxTZgrJZk71B7f1rjh6WWX_DyZNlUfZeYJ8D4Nx3AtwBlJFOu_vzUeGvq5i2TrbRaxuIZoJ4Ny9mE5OkK64cPY/s400/pics+043.jpg" /></a><br />Yesterday, however, we made up for it. In the afternoon…it started as rain/sleet/freezing rain, depending upon where in the county you were…then HUGE snowflakes began to fall. That’s how the roads became so bad so quickly. There were about 10 inches of snow on my car this morning…it was only snowing for about 3 hours last night. I can attest that the shovel fulls of this snow was back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">breakingly</span> heavy…laden with the water from the sleet and rain that fell during the afternoon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA9eMKg0HC4MffVfIRwp6iXHwa2Hygs8d_xnWTDgh7HxdDkuBQG0Cenoz7edZRWdZWs2yykD1DNPyr3mzYaCk__hUb7TYFwSNsA2N7VkmPGbBCeYgDad4V6A5Ks3Lsx2dMFBKuUHVebtU/s1600/pics+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570718740187614226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA9eMKg0HC4MffVfIRwp6iXHwa2Hygs8d_xnWTDgh7HxdDkuBQG0Cenoz7edZRWdZWs2yykD1DNPyr3mzYaCk__hUb7TYFwSNsA2N7VkmPGbBCeYgDad4V6A5Ks3Lsx2dMFBKuUHVebtU/s400/pics+040.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WydLSqFP9WoVHSPB_m6dhddxkkGgnlvcN6nVWkiGDjTbzmBT4MB2UhZ_VdKkMimABxZtA1a76VFZRz6ByaBKtun2KeqvoYmLXVkOoM8jMDZohHsdOpyd0sDHlQxsqTn50SBZphAkrAkj/s1600/pics+037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570718377286695154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6RnVX3uplDPmoLJLa_Ptipl9ZYVMxA9dXSF_DKcVhq5IMRDIC-_88uTZqYM2ckxcG3_XdzvOSzRF2iirjvoAetnXDug2r4ZCKLb8UC53YSUkIjKZxl9IWXN70mEqLhAVzTUm5YNn6cGq/s400/pics+026.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyQvLXwTDapODvK6zvLYLyE1haAy1pcJuSik9BHVmGPc-dSN_73iMiEwnpE3i9gw8M2bW7nBo_Zvx-oYmqWOmzAw4Sag-RCMrcns7hsnDg11wYy3mQlp9AjzcRsrlYVt71zsQO46T4v_U/s1600/pics+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570717826987430306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyQvLXwTDapODvK6zvLYLyE1haAy1pcJuSik9BHVmGPc-dSN_73iMiEwnpE3i9gw8M2bW7nBo_Zvx-oYmqWOmzAw4Sag-RCMrcns7hsnDg11wYy3mQlp9AjzcRsrlYVt71zsQO46T4v_U/s400/pics+021.jpg" /></a> After last night...officially, we're at about 130.9 inches. I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with it...it can stop now...any time really...just turn to spring...take a week or two so we don't have flooding...but, yup...it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with me!</div><div> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7ggP1V0X1kwaM4nID2NDD5SBm48gbzjE98K2E-YkBuuRB0F71iyRykiwOBJ_YmHXlIF2Aojf0tC_PCXRQMuTvgDn-00XXi4VwLRLC1djy2cN9WToCCSbnxc8-P5nHO5TTnArHmek4QwL/s1600/pics+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570717827076468642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7ggP1V0X1kwaM4nID2NDD5SBm48gbzjE98K2E-YkBuuRB0F71iyRykiwOBJ_YmHXlIF2Aojf0tC_PCXRQMuTvgDn-00XXi4VwLRLC1djy2cN9WToCCSbnxc8-P5nHO5TTnArHmek4QwL/s400/pics+020.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeA4hyphenhyphen1SY7YPmXnfQkLiNcsMR9ihsDnKnkrXEvHu0o8mmPGpV86ayduduj5rGpJRBNQk9dKFQRxyH-JQMGv9EstAzvcNecNyHwsnVAoNHM3NSK241ue7CsU6eIfJF68t0a-J0yUy9axk-6/s1600/pics+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570717823871283330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeA4hyphenhyphen1SY7YPmXnfQkLiNcsMR9ihsDnKnkrXEvHu0o8mmPGpV86ayduduj5rGpJRBNQk9dKFQRxyH-JQMGv9EstAzvcNecNyHwsnVAoNHM3NSK241ue7CsU6eIfJF68t0a-J0yUy9axk-6/s400/pics+016.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mXTq0_hpNHXuZl-3nkArkxPpAT_xE9Q1qNvIh95dbG3QsXQPsImBJbCXpBUyLwky-iTROMDfVw7tNBxTnOZ7yZoJRSkh6P5bSJW4SKS_0zn_yVdeT8MRalwcLBRR-S_p4iJP_klKbIYC/s1600/pics+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570717818680059218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mXTq0_hpNHXuZl-3nkArkxPpAT_xE9Q1qNvIh95dbG3QsXQPsImBJbCXpBUyLwky-iTROMDfVw7tNBxTnOZ7yZoJRSkh6P5bSJW4SKS_0zn_yVdeT8MRalwcLBRR-S_p4iJP_klKbIYC/s400/pics+014.jpg" /></a><br />I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> had it…officially…too much…too often…can render even a native <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Syracusan</span>…crazy…</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(These photos have been taken over the past couple of weeks at random times. That will explain the different amounts of snow on the ground. The nighttime photos were taken last night during the latest snowfall. The daytime road photos were taken this morning on my way to my parents for a visit. As much as I hate to admit it...snow photographs well...)</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-70574600581385519642011-01-09T15:39:00.007-05:002011-01-09T15:57:04.204-05:00Food for thought...looking forward...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290599454727906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVHidxBHjeTynG9qu2Xe51HvM3ky3AeUloxC7XL0Xggsc7W2Qat35DJ4UGahs7meCGSkxsVCKNUQ_aXMLrNzPYkr-DAWe6zeSXybLRdnzx5H30hS9Yeap61Lks8ZLBUmzP-uKVd-u0r_N/s400/3Tulip+2_2010.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>Just something to keep in mind as the winter days linger and the snow keeps us in...</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>***Nine weeks from today, March 9th...Daylight Savings Time begins...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong></strong></span> </div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 421px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290606645731234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMcr1wzduwbTo_BxVQYBNE2prbr1DY0rIK1ZUAO1JG_Popd2TokjZAIFNSS_yTu6ePLsbMdRCY49Io9Zh85YGtRLsMEdpVaRhBI0cSzfskYEHJkjH-TbKLNwDTnTUbZChCdvjY-eaDvDU/s400/3-27-10+daffodils.jpg" /></strong></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>***Ten weeks from today, March 20th...First Day of Spring!</strong></span></div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290608413809778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDdgqWwj-qStuuJG1Yrr8oIGR8MtNnOGNKy880kFWCaiN1i7WrFouggD1zs0NxjlR3Sj9tV5lFlzt4QIS7g6IP_sXNYXyJpo792DmfmFA0sEuEcJXmr-RDZL8oiyoUjnhYdAToiFwgV8j/s400/crocuses_lavender_large.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong>Now, how's that for goals?? </strong></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-9958732729056518422011-01-09T09:10:00.009-05:002011-01-09T09:55:21.470-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 78<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHegf2FCtY3EQMdb3lR9Jxgw0dZHaPU3vwujuxonAuYFcUjp82yTW-noTkF26OzB4yXGUNd-4f6gLFxXlyuDWTBlH5SAtuvawfNvq8J0PsduNx2FBQc6YkyUbYI9OtvWieFMMzkLSLlc_s/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560191214302027106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHegf2FCtY3EQMdb3lR9Jxgw0dZHaPU3vwujuxonAuYFcUjp82yTW-noTkF26OzB4yXGUNd-4f6gLFxXlyuDWTBlH5SAtuvawfNvq8J0PsduNx2FBQc6YkyUbYI9OtvWieFMMzkLSLlc_s/s400/Picture+004.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ9wBClrjVOhJhcxF_PV5LdRGnStdNXz-EJEP4zsGyOI4wtRbpZfTLilWxVkAEdClecEyX6gRZ8UsDH3-Eul3JbILdbiTWHCmyIYAY9LUtbav2zUY610sfKslwXX6Ssyi6RaS97D3qEFB/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560191209112872546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ9wBClrjVOhJhcxF_PV5LdRGnStdNXz-EJEP4zsGyOI4wtRbpZfTLilWxVkAEdClecEyX6gRZ8UsDH3-Eul3JbILdbiTWHCmyIYAY9LUtbav2zUY610sfKslwXX6Ssyi6RaS97D3qEFB/s400/Picture+008.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>CHRIS: Morning Cicely. 8:00 A.M. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">muchachos</span>. Time to finish those flapjacks, knock back that second cup of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">joe</span>, get ready to greet the day. Temperature's creeping towards double digits as the solar drought continues--23 days, an average of an hour and a half of sunlight every day. No relief on the horizon. Which only makes sense cause there is no horizon. Our friends at the weather service are calling for another storm and as we know, they've been batting a thousand lately. Hey, let's check our social calendar. Nothing. Total blank. It's cabin fever season people, that time of year when four walls feel like they're going to come in here and choke the spirit right out of you. Time to lock away those firearms and hang tough. No way through it except to do it. </div><div>*******************************************************</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"><em><strong>I hope you enjoyed another glimpse of the wisdom that the character 'Chris' shared with us on the TV show Northern Exposure. As always, the writers hit the nail on the head. Somehow, this show always comes to mind in the winter here in central New York...it must be all the snow....</strong></em></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#330000;"><em><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR! This time of year, there is so much to look forward to and so much to let go of. It's time to reevaluate your priorities, chart new goals and look at the long-run. Take a look at your relationships...improve what needs to be improved. Take a look at yourself...figure out what makes 'you' tick and expand the qualities you feel are your best and improve what needs work. We are all a work in progress and what better time of year to become the new and improved version of yourself, than the new year? I don't look at it as a 'resolution' per say...just a new goal...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><em><strong>**Tami</strong></em></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-85352517005042317242010-12-24T21:19:00.001-05:002010-12-24T21:45:04.469-05:00Merry Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxexgtpnibNVOB99fTEmgGuuyfIUZ89jMOOvTrgAACp91JcGzgcq7g1nbVMbQiGgLvCPv_uzd2_62kVofWnmXKPe4GdyRFfNrg7O1beu07ON71-RtYytvUhQI_h_ufABZDyRPOVbrbG2rA/s1600/11aaasanta005.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554440326435579986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxexgtpnibNVOB99fTEmgGuuyfIUZ89jMOOvTrgAACp91JcGzgcq7g1nbVMbQiGgLvCPv_uzd2_62kVofWnmXKPe4GdyRFfNrg7O1beu07ON71-RtYytvUhQI_h_ufABZDyRPOVbrbG2rA/s400/11aaasanta005.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Twas the Night before Christmas Poem<br /></span></strong>Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house</div><br /><div align="center">Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.</div><br /><div align="center">The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,</div><br /><div align="center">In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />The children were nestled all snug in their beds,</div><br /><div align="center">While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.</div><br /><div align="center">And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,</div><br /><div align="center">Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,</div><br /><div align="center">I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.</div><br /><div align="center">Away to the window I flew like a flash,</div><br /><div align="center">Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow</div><br /><div align="center">Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.</div><br /><div align="center">When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,</div><br /><div align="center">But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">With a little old driver, so lively and quick,</div><br /><div align="center">I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.</div><br /><div align="center">More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,</div><br /><div align="center">And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!</div><br /><div align="center"><br />“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!</div><br /><div align="center">On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!</div><br /><div align="center">To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!</div><br /><div align="center">Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”</div><br /><div align="center"><br />As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,</div><br /><div align="center">When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.</div><br /><div align="center">So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,</div><br /><div align="center">With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof</div><br /><div align="center">The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.</div><br /><div align="center">As I drew in my head, and was turning around,</div><br /><div align="center">Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,</div><br /><div align="center">And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.</div><br /><div align="center">A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,</div><br /><div align="center">And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!</div><br /><div align="center">His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!</div><br /><div align="center">His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,</div><br /><div align="center">And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,</div><br /><div align="center">And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.</div><br /><div align="center">He had a broad face and a little round belly,</div><br /><div align="center">That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!<br /></div><br /><div align="center">He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,</div><br /><div align="center">And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!</div><br /><div align="center">A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,</div><br /><div align="center">Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,</div><br /><div align="center">And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.</div><br /><div align="center">And laying his finger aside of his nose,</div><br /><div align="center">And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!</div><br /><div align="center"><br />He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,</div><br /><div align="center">And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.</div><br /><div align="center">But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,</div><br /><div align="center">“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!</div><div align="center">*****************************************</div><div align="center">I used to be able to recite this poem, the entire poem, with no mistakes. I can pretty much do it now, but have to cue myself here and there. I remember sitting in grade school, watching this 'movie' done with puppets (you could see the strings if you watched closely) in the cafeteria in the week before Christmas. All the classes were called in and we watched like an assembly. Also, on the movie list was one of the Nativity. I was in public school...but those were the days when we sang 'My Country Tis of Thee' after the pledge and my 1st grade teacher even said a prayer every morning after that, so that we could pray for a good day of learning and for the troops in Vietnam. Her husband was overseas and her son was in our class. Strange, but nobody thought it was out of the ordinary for us to begin our day in that manner. </div><div align="center">This year, my Mom asked that each one of us tie a yellow ribbon for the soldiers serving overseas and at home. We did and we do...think of you/them often. Thank you for your service and your sacrifice so that we can do this...write about whatever pops into our heads without fear. It is our right to speak of freedom, whether it's about writing of our beliefs, our religion or following our dreams. I thank you and my family thanks you, from the bottom of our hearts. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Merry Christmas...from my house to yours, may you be happy and safe this holidays season...**Tami</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-57464912512601612442010-12-19T18:37:00.007-05:002010-12-19T18:58:25.029-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 77<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdBYdt-hjL5EdS6PF5-m1ESSDJiAa0nK6W_johpN43b4hKPNOEVVtcDHLXq7xSiHlbRhKaBjwTGxXxYudXbmkt1u3rsSd1wtKgbg8ZlccaW8wCPD8DjD-vbr4rqdubZc81y-jaMUoykZo/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552543113816583826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdBYdt-hjL5EdS6PF5-m1ESSDJiAa0nK6W_johpN43b4hKPNOEVVtcDHLXq7xSiHlbRhKaBjwTGxXxYudXbmkt1u3rsSd1wtKgbg8ZlccaW8wCPD8DjD-vbr4rqdubZc81y-jaMUoykZo/s400/Picture+040.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfQhLqVdCIcMw18yR-C1Nm5OaAqhqnaLe7dx2C5V1VdDrA6qBEz818aEirezzDm2JLdWO9RHwgpPS0U4GBr1GzLzZJy2lHDaCohKpjz7Z2jkBIHDyeAUoyAA_e-TfycHcpY2eYCOvSyG6/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552543117142982242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfQhLqVdCIcMw18yR-C1Nm5OaAqhqnaLe7dx2C5V1VdDrA6qBEz818aEirezzDm2JLdWO9RHwgpPS0U4GBr1GzLzZJy2lHDaCohKpjz7Z2jkBIHDyeAUoyAA_e-TfycHcpY2eYCOvSyG6/s400/Picture+038.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8DVn_5jdk8dMfNBfLgYBOuRT1WvEwmeRjRRIQ6ctZ2QtjNQYiYa5odFooAemIGnkMjsoe5EwOgq2aKhc3-pt4uqiv79VEKnDbsWW8sGIR_X85Z7GKGZrN8RUN0zJjR_EG6HOMOXG8938/s1600/Picture+034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552542611601222450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8DVn_5jdk8dMfNBfLgYBOuRT1WvEwmeRjRRIQ6ctZ2QtjNQYiYa5odFooAemIGnkMjsoe5EwOgq2aKhc3-pt4uqiv79VEKnDbsWW8sGIR_X85Z7GKGZrN8RUN0zJjR_EG6HOMOXG8938/s400/Picture+034.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-k3nRAJQXqiliINrna5t7OFzuBJl9mHthAGHj-p11dGtXd13ZyYUx4qk0kFjUFIZmGrHqL5byiJCdP8Hon3FguMQOhaINXhU2tkO1STRTYCJ9mQKFAhjLarx4PLZ7T1QiT6swdE95SO-t/s1600/Picture+036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552542602294210530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-k3nRAJQXqiliINrna5t7OFzuBJl9mHthAGHj-p11dGtXd13ZyYUx4qk0kFjUFIZmGrHqL5byiJCdP8Hon3FguMQOhaINXhU2tkO1STRTYCJ9mQKFAhjLarx4PLZ7T1QiT6swdE95SO-t/s400/Picture+036.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(From my favorite quote garden: Northern Exposure)<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;">CHRIS STEVENS:</span> <strong>Season's Greetings, everybody, from KBHR, the heart and soul of Cicely, Alaska. This is Chris In The Morning. From where I'm sitting, I've got a great view of all the yuletide decorations going up all over town. That's right, everywhere I turn my head I see ebony birds roosting for the holidays. You know, twinkling colored lights are nice, and so are plastic Santas and reindeers and manger scenes, but I'll tell you something, friends... nothing like the sight of beautiful black-as-pitch raven to get you in the Christmas spirit. </strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>**********************************************************************************</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div>These past 2 weeks have been a winter wonderland around here. We have set and broken more snowfall records than I care to remember. Driving has been iffy at best, most mornings, but in our usual Central NY way, we find a way around the weather, get to work and make our way to the destination that we had planned. Not much holds us down here...the plow drivers work 'round the clock to make sure that we are safe and the roads are clear. </div><div> </div><div>Rarely do we have a whole city shut-down. The schools may close for a day, cancel after school activites or delay the start of the day...but we get through it and are better for it. Yes, we get several feet of snow...it gets cold and we sometimes curse the winter, but rarely does it come with devastation or destruction. We don't have to rebuild or restructure our lives because of it. We can plow it, shovel it or wait for it to melt. It does not own us, we own it...winter...it's only a season, it lasts a couple of months and then it's gone for another year. </div><div> </div><div>Enjoy your winter...whatever it may be... Tami</div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-23312413146354057162010-12-12T09:30:00.005-05:002010-12-12T09:43:45.397-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 76<p align="center">This is what it's like to live in Syracuse in the winter. There are tons of YouTube videos from this week, but of the ones I've seen, this depicts it best. We gripe about it, curse it, in some cases, detest it...but then the quiet serene beauty of the snowfall captures our imagination and it becomes a beautiful painting of white. We are way above average in our snow totals already and it's only been a week of snowfall. Here, without further ado...is the feature of the week...YouTube video of the snow capitol of the country (cities of over 100 thousand residents) after our first snowfall for Winter 2010...</p><p align="center"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwB1qKjxdhQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwB1qKjxdhQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">**personal thoughts...it was miserable driving this past week and might be again this week....to all the locals...drive safe and stay warm! Oh, and keep your eyes open for the <a href="http://www.colonialhousefittershopnews.blogspot.com/">www.ColonialHousefittershopnews.blogspot.com</a> for photos of our Christmas Open house from a couple of weeks ago. The post should be up today or tomorrow!</span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-45484479844740530332010-12-05T09:41:00.008-05:002010-12-05T10:12:08.791-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 75<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQdusazdTEiYg-V16NczGLUFEejGYHGqtr-0bpimE6D208FEJ-N4iSFW-HPVqM4dTTfJUmWO-TJW0BSjtD1OR6-6JdPgpQFsPbEnr39ZFC9HOg6L3IoOj30aI2riSjKj6FoRsJUc0JG8x/s1600/Picture+025-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547211595366737570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQdusazdTEiYg-V16NczGLUFEejGYHGqtr-0bpimE6D208FEJ-N4iSFW-HPVqM4dTTfJUmWO-TJW0BSjtD1OR6-6JdPgpQFsPbEnr39ZFC9HOg6L3IoOj30aI2riSjKj6FoRsJUc0JG8x/s400/Picture+025-1.jpg" /></a> Another great quote from one of my favorite TV shows "Northern Exposure". This is from Chris, the radio DJ/Philosopher character regarding the first snowfall of the season. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Stevens_(Northern_Exposure)">Chris</a>: Oh the snow the beautiful snow filling the sky and earth below. Over the house tops and over the streets, over the heads of people you meet. Dancing flirting skimming along. Oh the snow the beautiful snow how the flakes gather and laugh as they go. Whirling about in their maddening fun it plays in its glee with everyone. Chasing laughing hurrying by it lights on the face and sparkles the eye. And even the dogs with a bark and a bound snap at the crystals that eddy around. The town is alive and its heart in a glow to welcome the coming of beautiful snow. Bon Hiver Cicely. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">***This weekend marks the first real measurable snowfall in the Syracuse area, especially in my town, Jamesville. This photo was taken last December and has been untouched. It looks like a black & white photo that has been enhanced to show the red, white and blue of the flag, but honestly folks, it is exactly as I took it. It looks like that a lot around here all winter. Just black and white or shades of it. You get used to it...it's really kind of pretty. </div><div align="center">**********************************************************</div><div align="left">Last night was the 'Light Up Jamesville' celebration here in town. It's the night that the town tree is lit and Santa comes to town. All the shops stay open until 8pm and the Christmas carolers wander through town and make sure they stop at every shop and gathering of people. It's really quite nice. I was at the shop, working. Lots of new faces and some that we know, stopped in for a little hot mulled cider and a peek at the Christmas decorations. It was fun, I never miss it. Other than our first night of the 'Open House' at the shop, it's my favorite time to work. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Enjoy your Serenity Sunday! and keep Christmas in your heart.....<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-2327534011913008892010-11-27T20:27:00.005-05:002010-11-27T20:34:12.808-05:00Thanksgiving traditions...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjrG8xqgGQ0V86T8iTl69dEmS7c0d-EZ-pchtOnr9EpWACkj_1613Gj8IuZArMRj1oQwwpFpv2VSV8-g4_HjQ9FGO8k6e1ELlqtpPpy8NUbxwZvAjc30tiixhYXnfliTRWyALIiztnOcZ/s1600/all+the+kids+11-27-2010.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjrG8xqgGQ0V86T8iTl69dEmS7c0d-EZ-pchtOnr9EpWACkj_1613Gj8IuZArMRj1oQwwpFpv2VSV8-g4_HjQ9FGO8k6e1ELlqtpPpy8NUbxwZvAjc30tiixhYXnfliTRWyALIiztnOcZ/s400/all+the+kids+11-27-2010.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">The weekend after Thanksgiving always includes the grandchildren putting up Nana and Papa's Christmas tree. This year, my sister's kids were here and able to help. Here they are. It's a grainy phone pic...but it's clear to me! Awesome kids...each and every one!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Left to right, Jordan 11, Zach almost 21, Alex 13, and Dan almost 18...</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><span style="font-size:85%;">...just crazy to me how quickly they grow up!)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-65686788451651709462010-11-25T09:26:00.005-05:002010-11-25T09:34:13.360-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bATWYS0xz48CPv0Ba09dz0mvS5_qK0I_n-ymOrlf4ObSvTo4CPVH9dQYDIYxQStxMi8A2Pd9wMr2PbZfcZibqZjNPyVMBlu2enRBuQ6C-BedVRl985DX2oSKHa26BxuCx18-2nVkE-nH/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543495292786271634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bATWYS0xz48CPv0Ba09dz0mvS5_qK0I_n-ymOrlf4ObSvTo4CPVH9dQYDIYxQStxMi8A2Pd9wMr2PbZfcZibqZjNPyVMBlu2enRBuQ6C-BedVRl985DX2oSKHa26BxuCx18-2nVkE-nH/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Many thanks for my readers, friends and family. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Without you....there is no point...</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-79160591639991667872010-11-21T15:06:00.007-05:002010-11-21T15:58:19.592-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 74<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYWHz9rI85sPNyudkqHgTHc354ZCemD4zFzZ5l8fHvi-_I0eGOk2JwHDxky5n-QutRgZebKxSvYuP4j32tmfcR3h1TNko9YOUS_hIy9N5Cjscp7_u8RmIEmTjKQ8XpR_3qey3pbGWf40f/s1600/Christmas-vacation-.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542109214259512034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYWHz9rI85sPNyudkqHgTHc354ZCemD4zFzZ5l8fHvi-_I0eGOk2JwHDxky5n-QutRgZebKxSvYuP4j32tmfcR3h1TNko9YOUS_hIy9N5Cjscp7_u8RmIEmTjKQ8XpR_3qey3pbGWf40f/s400/Christmas-vacation-.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_c2h6bJj9IcXJyA0B84fo8K2GMgbBT1RFfCXNLQhtx8Hqj9GZT7Ca5gIdU8Za5zo8vdHHFS9V2cBD1GNZ_KoEl5P-mE-irt3qoH4w9hbMFVyaOFSZhhF1tExez8QxdJ-awxC8L2BztZ0q/s1600/griswold_turkey.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542109206187157138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_c2h6bJj9IcXJyA0B84fo8K2GMgbBT1RFfCXNLQhtx8Hqj9GZT7Ca5gIdU8Za5zo8vdHHFS9V2cBD1GNZ_KoEl5P-mE-irt3qoH4w9hbMFVyaOFSZhhF1tExez8QxdJ-awxC8L2BztZ0q/s400/griswold_turkey.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Clark:</strong> Since this is Aunt Bethany's 80th Christmas, I think she should lead us in the saying of Grace. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Aunt Bethany</strong>: <span style="font-size:85%;">[turns to Lewis]</span> What, dear? </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Nora Griswold:</strong> Grace! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Aunt Bethany:</strong> Grace? She passed away thirty years ago. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Uncle Lewis:</strong> They want you to say Grace. <span style="font-size:85%;">[Bethany shakes her head in confusion]</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Uncle Lewis:</strong> The BLESSING! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Aunt Bethany:</strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">[they all pose for prayer]</span> I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands/ One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Clark:</strong> Amen. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">**I hope that your Thanksgiving turkey turns out better than the GRISWOLDS Christmas turkey! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving...keep charity in your prayers and kindness in your heart. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh....and PS...SHOP TIL YOU DROP in FRIDAY!!! :-)</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-42834165553129402002010-11-14T16:29:00.005-05:002010-11-14T17:07:41.538-05:00Serenity Sunday...week 73<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">This holiday season...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUPD_qNtG5LgBwHDgU5sBrS1Nul6R0jgV1AghOCSpzHGgZ21wmcCCp6LmdUeMEcAqIh9zv07Pfg4xZXYEPflYi3YA2olG4JFK4zS_Qfleo5dPzLG2bhpZZ4m_giZfzRirmfKikzNdyE-a/s1600/pay-it-forward.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539528451888031906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUPD_qNtG5LgBwHDgU5sBrS1Nul6R0jgV1AghOCSpzHGgZ21wmcCCp6LmdUeMEcAqIh9zv07Pfg4xZXYEPflYi3YA2olG4JFK4zS_Qfleo5dPzLG2bhpZZ4m_giZfzRirmfKikzNdyE-a/s400/pay-it-forward.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> ...please make a point...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNOya9N9-CsxnnOrVB2fRG3jgNFvCcK8vo9QTM5F8ixjjy6fa2ZC0C_Gbuy1Dilva55_yYXPqnyT31Q9CWqIY1WtdCaK-_nWv1QlPbWyEa3TCiP5lyJkMmRK4pUZT6b1MNqVVwnJyc1qY/s1600/more+important.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539528440084221426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNOya9N9-CsxnnOrVB2fRG3jgNFvCcK8vo9QTM5F8ixjjy6fa2ZC0C_Gbuy1Dilva55_yYXPqnyT31Q9CWqIY1WtdCaK-_nWv1QlPbWyEa3TCiP5lyJkMmRK4pUZT6b1MNqVVwnJyc1qY/s400/more+important.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> ...to put charity first...<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST5Hdt3Qf4h5PLvawdVvTKTC6pFB_m2NqX2pPGoJv8KEcglhYJeWheHlytxio1ciiB7RSuNr4r7xtrd5j_39wJ-_Q-lY1NXhB-TNpDFWJ-lI_13F93cHWSaI8kaDI_p3X9fAs7BScUbOK/s1600/helping+hands.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539528440035062066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST5Hdt3Qf4h5PLvawdVvTKTC6pFB_m2NqX2pPGoJv8KEcglhYJeWheHlytxio1ciiB7RSuNr4r7xtrd5j_39wJ-_Q-lY1NXhB-TNpDFWJ-lI_13F93cHWSaI8kaDI_p3X9fAs7BScUbOK/s400/helping+hands.bmp" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> ...think of others as well as your own...<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJnoFJTi3fYiyCZpiBmo8HcUVooNQqS6SQETBQ2tCNeYz2ZbvxtCsdw3w8YChQEkObHop_LH4Efcqxk2fqFivETj44pWtEXX9ra7sPEV2bPNdE4423ajbsXzTwjiOJ16LqltYheeF0FSj/s1600/because+everything+will+be+ok2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539528439058905938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJnoFJTi3fYiyCZpiBmo8HcUVooNQqS6SQETBQ2tCNeYz2ZbvxtCsdw3w8YChQEkObHop_LH4Efcqxk2fqFivETj44pWtEXX9ra7sPEV2bPNdE4423ajbsXzTwjiOJ16LqltYheeF0FSj/s400/because+everything+will+be+ok2.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> ...do what you can to help....<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;">"No act of kindness, </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;">no matter how small, </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;">is ever wasted."</span></strong> - Aesop ...</div></div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-20605182193759366312010-11-11T19:16:00.011-05:002010-11-11T19:58:34.124-05:00Make Merry This Holiday Season<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZuG_mZaA5M-zdb-Doip_UM5cEFc7UGEbX4kPMhhRZ3asWz1BIYtinuerYpLEseLTiGAf8o5YqqG8sFwph5JxJhq51noUBC1ONINqLvjYSD0SIH1VtEIMOeQ5LH_WIPCz9thUnK6Wqalx/s1600/colonialangel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538459753372773618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZuG_mZaA5M-zdb-Doip_UM5cEFc7UGEbX4kPMhhRZ3asWz1BIYtinuerYpLEseLTiGAf8o5YqqG8sFwph5JxJhq51noUBC1ONINqLvjYSD0SIH1VtEIMOeQ5LH_WIPCz9thUnK6Wqalx/s400/colonialangel.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;">Make Merry This Holiday Season<br />The Colonial Housefitter </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#333300;"><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#666600;">Christmas is Near Simple Pleasures are Many<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#666600;">Handmade Santas in Every Nook and Cranny<br />Plum Pudding Cakes & Twinkle Lites<br />Feather Trees and Garland </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>Come Celebrate </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Christmas Open House </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#666600;">Friday, November 19th 4pm-8pm<br />Saturday, November 20th 11am-5pm<br />Sunday, November 21st 12pm-5pm </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#666600;">The shop will be closed November 18th<br />November 19th until 4pm to prepare </span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#333300;">Holiday Hours<br />Wednesday – Saturday 11am-5pm<br />Sundays 12pm-5pm Nov. 21 – Dec. 19th<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333300;">4538 Apulia Road, Jamesville, NY<br />492-1977</span></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-23982464832768626632010-11-02T22:03:00.007-04:002010-11-02T22:44:31.188-04:00Cupboard Doors...check!<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The back story:</span></strong><br />I have a customer at the antique shop that owns a converted barn. He and his family converted it and then lived in it until a year or so ago. When they became 'empty nester's', Jay and his wife down-sized their household into a condo but kept the <a href="http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p333881">converted barn and turned it into a rental/vacation property. The property overlooks beautiful Cazenovia Lake </a>and some very famous paintings have been done by some well known artists over the years. <a href="http://www.askart.com/askart/b/william_g_boardman/william_g_boardman.aspx">William Boardman </a>in about 1848, painted the view from this vantage point and the folk art painting is very aptly named 'Cazenovia From The West'.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD5ZQ8YUIG0Og6xSHC7fg5hx10rH_P7pPqvZUSb9KR98F43yJ2qc1mTbQn3qz8ZNGp0ZrFdKYnNEgMltbHPyPpzJJQubnpiQm0As23XxxdFVoFcljJ43Tvx6eISnLTFi8olkTfF25iKfIj/s1600/pics+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535138744723552866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD5ZQ8YUIG0Og6xSHC7fg5hx10rH_P7pPqvZUSb9KR98F43yJ2qc1mTbQn3qz8ZNGp0ZrFdKYnNEgMltbHPyPpzJJQubnpiQm0As23XxxdFVoFcljJ43Tvx6eISnLTFi8olkTfF25iKfIj/s400/pics+022.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Commission:</span></strong><br />So, after the move to the condo, Jay decided that the 4-door shaker cupboard that they had custom made for the barn/house and had been moved into his new 'office' in the condo, was kind of boring. He asked me if I would do a folk art painting on the inside of the top 2 cupboard doors so that when he left the doors open to showcase his collectibles, there would be something interesting on the inside to look at. The only things he required were that the painting be folk art style, that the outside stiles of the door be painted black to resemble a frame and that there be a couple of animals and birds in the painting. I finished them last night and he'll pick them up tomorrow. The hinged edge of the doors are toward the middle of the picture as I've set them up for the picture. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7palUN-XF-Yrn1i1Fnjf_qfqbbtzPhm_UjKpThmnmD5_2KCsFK57EguQnxNw2xRgnPAf-r7c_5Hu-syJGdKuJvNv_zu6rkezSwyKnTwjO_F7Q8I1YwlJH1d4Wjh9J-nMBun3sgzZH0SW/s1600/pics+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535138738619696946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7palUN-XF-Yrn1i1Fnjf_qfqbbtzPhm_UjKpThmnmD5_2KCsFK57EguQnxNw2xRgnPAf-r7c_5Hu-syJGdKuJvNv_zu6rkezSwyKnTwjO_F7Q8I1YwlJH1d4Wjh9J-nMBun3sgzZH0SW/s400/pics+021.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Mission accomplished!</span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">**</span><span style="font-size:100%;">By the way, if you're interested in the house, the <a href="http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p333881">link above is connected to the realty company that handles the rentals</a>. There are pictures. Jay has travelled the country and searched far and wide to refurnish the barn/house using many antiques and collectibles suited to it's style.</span></p><div align="center"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-50526040954069374372010-10-31T17:19:00.006-04:002010-10-31T17:28:10.091-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 72<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxYi8xBoqcV6qDO953JQRPir4ZegdaBjaXnbdZdxcS6AOk4n2PlJrcucHZJuVh6ZP-Y7zA3lejl4xonuvG1lpKz-U_wVlp0AehrCYaGl4AV6JccSOalYW3TEVy0e22ecfkPdR79QuFGRF/s1600/bird-TurkeyRoost%2520(3)_____.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534323603063576594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxYi8xBoqcV6qDO953JQRPir4ZegdaBjaXnbdZdxcS6AOk4n2PlJrcucHZJuVh6ZP-Y7zA3lejl4xonuvG1lpKz-U_wVlp0AehrCYaGl4AV6JccSOalYW3TEVy0e22ecfkPdR79QuFGRF/s400/bird-TurkeyRoost%2520(3)_____.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"> from </span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Macbeth </span></strong></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>A dark Cave. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>In the middle, a Caldron boiling. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Thunder.<br /></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong> Round about the caldron go; </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>In the poison'd entrails throw.— </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong> Toad, that under cold stone, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Days and nights has thirty-one; </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Swelter'd venom sleeping got, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Double, double toil and trouble; </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Fire burn, and caldron bubble. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>Happy Halloween from </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>my house to yours!!!!</strong></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-53069006047804354232010-10-24T09:10:00.007-04:002010-10-24T09:36:33.027-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 71<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeMnxDdowm1o6Reki7rIiJQho_fAFcFiNmxYR_MqlB09hQJ0OLDpxfGW0w4lTOUcsOwA1Q8gsY5OtiVYzC_VMUVOVGvSJC2C12S38KewlSNnaSnQ97aJMf7dN9bbFMDOckEHMX2WRlWVS/s1600/DSC02271.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531602357303304786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeMnxDdowm1o6Reki7rIiJQho_fAFcFiNmxYR_MqlB09hQJ0OLDpxfGW0w4lTOUcsOwA1Q8gsY5OtiVYzC_VMUVOVGvSJC2C12S38KewlSNnaSnQ97aJMf7dN9bbFMDOckEHMX2WRlWVS/s400/DSC02271.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqr38qKUgFg48vh-DoR9oT18fVpIMn6DRWWqG3YVBfqaDOIY34C_CnYMMIYbZS3mOi4zEy2RtFFod7xqfImu836bEIMiPGr7NMHtqorGjxK1unU_NkCnfG7dsVuPvlTvFE3lbMynZnTle/s1600/DSC02294.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531602355107114274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqr38qKUgFg48vh-DoR9oT18fVpIMn6DRWWqG3YVBfqaDOIY34C_CnYMMIYbZS3mOi4zEy2RtFFod7xqfImu836bEIMiPGr7NMHtqorGjxK1unU_NkCnfG7dsVuPvlTvFE3lbMynZnTle/s400/DSC02294.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Photos Courtesy of my sister Wendy Rounds)<br /></span><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">"Just before the death of flowers,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">And before they are buried in snow,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">There comes a festival season</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">When nature is all aglow."</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">- Author Unknown</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">**Apparently, and how this happened I don't know...I dropped the ball and missed last Sunday. All I can say is...it's been pretty busy around here lately. A couple of small projects here at home...some paintings that I have to get done for a client and some that I did for the shop. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh, I went to see the John Edward show at the Civic Center in Syracuse. My friends and I got tickets months ago and if you ever get the chance to see him...go! Whether you believe or not...it's a powerful show and you'll feel different when you leave the show. Somehow lighter and enlightened...more positive. Even if you don't get read (we didn't) just listening to other people's stories and how they coped...makes you somehow a better person for just being there and having listened. I know it sounds crazy, but there is a sense of calmness that follows you for days. If he comes next year, we're going again. I mean, who can pass up a chance to feel 'calm'? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">**T.</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-61496286694772634152010-10-10T08:49:00.016-04:002010-10-10T09:16:01.063-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 70<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZRFaWcWmhdRcTYcmIAnxVpTucUqgPkE5TtgF7UhqUqUBiLvctD4h_h0tJmRJgkacMEvoge5tDJFlWjDUQJoC81MfM-XBz0KjKmVPI7c2AaE_jtsiX2VvodqicRRjWw2YheWIGCNrQHIh/s1600/ROUNDS+FAMILY.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZRFaWcWmhdRcTYcmIAnxVpTucUqgPkE5TtgF7UhqUqUBiLvctD4h_h0tJmRJgkacMEvoge5tDJFlWjDUQJoC81MfM-XBz0KjKmVPI7c2AaE_jtsiX2VvodqicRRjWw2YheWIGCNrQHIh/s400/ROUNDS+FAMILY.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Portrait of my Life<br /></span></strong></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span></div><span style="color:#660000;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><br />As I watch the sun, setting crimson over the horizon,<br />I realize that another day has come to an end.<br />Like the colors of my life, the yellows, russets and blues<br />seem to float over the dark line of trees and hills,<br />the division between earth and air that is really no division at all…<br />just a temporary border between night and day. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both">***<br />The colors of sunset are the events of my day,<br />Woven together, bound without a trace of beginning or end,<br />They make a complete picture of my life.<br />It has no abrupt starts and stops….<br />just a colorful painting of living life to it’s fullest potential.<br />…..and again it is true…at first light.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><span style="color:#660000;">***</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Tamara J. Egan</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">June 2001</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">***</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">**My sister sent me these pictures yesterday. </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">She lives near Cleveland, Ohio and they were taken </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">at the "Rocky River Nature Center". </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">It is, obviously a beautiful place.</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The autumn colors are all around us...</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">reminding us to look forward, </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">but not to forget the past. </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Enjoy your Sunday! **Tami</span></strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-74475927937780593242010-10-03T17:03:00.006-04:002010-10-03T17:15:20.583-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 69<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyHVg9dfMo8WKXITgxpadjucr9srZxpXwKckDbz2FOjUosgcfwZxKjfMsTXjnq7iS2EUp4-t6-X_ff_JURxKTYJkbk-GM2H9veeDM84eUaWtPXr2gYSbS7D0mozIW3-2a9y0N3bB1KNhk/s1600/B&W+dreamyriver+copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 405px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523929569063384034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyHVg9dfMo8WKXITgxpadjucr9srZxpXwKckDbz2FOjUosgcfwZxKjfMsTXjnq7iS2EUp4-t6-X_ff_JURxKTYJkbk-GM2H9veeDM84eUaWtPXr2gYSbS7D0mozIW3-2a9y0N3bB1KNhk/s400/B&W+dreamyriver+copy.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>Autumn Within </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It is autumn; not without</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>But within me is the cold.</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Youth and spring are all about;</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>It is I that have grown old.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Birds are darting through the air,</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Singing, building without rest;</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Life is stirring everywhere,</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Save within my lonely breast.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>There is silence: the dead leaves</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Fall and rustle and are still;</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Beats no flail upon the sheaves,</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Comes no murmur from the mill. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">**This is probably my favorite Autumnal photo. I have no idea where it came from. Somewhere in the world wide web about 10 years ago or so, I came upon it and all I could think of was the scrapbook my Mom has and how this looked like an old photo that might have been in it. The colors, I couldn't paint a picture and make it look so real. I have seen meadows like this, that look so sepia toned with just a punch of Fall color. Nobody would believe a painting like this. So...enjoy the colors of Fall, the oranges, ochres, russets and deep greens. The painting we call 'AUTUMN' only last a short while...and then comes the black, gray and white of winter on it's heels. </span></strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-85189680191990055342010-09-26T12:28:00.005-04:002010-09-26T12:40:03.177-04:00Serenity Sunday...week 68<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tKrtH45Ok8PmHDrg3i1L9eI3XdRQaXhBbnUlzEskD5hJ76htmnCNYMaY4MbAKMBY1ZAvQrUW7gB-SOOoKcfbOeOln7nVvEt-mqk45fPZ7Ljs3Ls-IeDz7m8j7VNpEHu6In7wr9a65fQL/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521261322815321634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tKrtH45Ok8PmHDrg3i1L9eI3XdRQaXhBbnUlzEskD5hJ76htmnCNYMaY4MbAKMBY1ZAvQrUW7gB-SOOoKcfbOeOln7nVvEt-mqk45fPZ7Ljs3Ls-IeDz7m8j7VNpEHu6In7wr9a65fQL/s400/Picture+015.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0WlFGIq-fzaAZQOC9AeIHmZ_bxNAVF_XO5wUz7uRVtTfz_od1yFJr85F_bBOfgOklhO7jnmZuqaN7pPhJEwsOB4nd84qjBTKvZcov29YbCIcSqmyuuvP_qVHxRMsAOHtNDtGaXmUFis5/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521261318796616290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0WlFGIq-fzaAZQOC9AeIHmZ_bxNAVF_XO5wUz7uRVtTfz_od1yFJr85F_bBOfgOklhO7jnmZuqaN7pPhJEwsOB4nd84qjBTKvZcov29YbCIcSqmyuuvP_qVHxRMsAOHtNDtGaXmUFis5/s400/Picture+019.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fpVP2t9wGBlUqVWen1J8dq932XZ1fzNlziObkKbs7FKmLNGB9QAjn63yvNEDd8wKP85LX1FT2Rg1515Bfrbcvu9Z40PjDbRJaeiD2G28yPUKC8K3K9CekSoFMN6VYMygmusTGcwZu8bB/s1600/Picture+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521261313168711426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fpVP2t9wGBlUqVWen1J8dq932XZ1fzNlziObkKbs7FKmLNGB9QAjn63yvNEDd8wKP85LX1FT2Rg1515Bfrbcvu9Z40PjDbRJaeiD2G28yPUKC8K3K9CekSoFMN6VYMygmusTGcwZu8bB/s400/Picture+021.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>Everyone must take time to sit </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>and watch the leaves turn. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">~Elizabeth Lawrence</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">**It's certainly Fall in my part of the country. Chilly early morning and overnights and warmer days with an occasional 80*-90* day tossed in for good measure. Two days ago we set a record for high temperature (in the 90's) and as I write this early afternoon, it is sunny and 60*. This is typical for a Fall day here in central NY...and that's probably why we love it here. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Have a wonderful week! **Tami</span></strong> </div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376863375082953178.post-75320236253572310532010-09-21T17:10:00.016-04:002010-09-21T18:33:16.772-04:00Day Trippin' Sharon Springs NY-Part Two<div align="center">This is 'Part Two' of the pictures that I took on Saturday at the Sharon Springs Fall Harvest Festival. This is the post that will show you the pictures of the <span style="font-size:130%;">Fabulous <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> Boys</span>, Josh <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kilmer</span>-Purcell and Dr. Brent Ridge, formerly of Manhattan, NY and now (at least part of the time for Josh) residents of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> Mansion in a beautiful rural community by the name of Sharon Springs, NY. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59H68B2sTyPyKFvl1XsnpOn8QPSr7BLVD4an2GVKhYBMVB3JqwTRIIMKfuZ7z95MhHDpAnUWG8EHBWsxOvmVEIztfQMwjowoJJKj55lYBZYHKYe7OsFtIGF9B-GzMjsTUgCpQDWUuy3zF/s1600/pics+031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519480269752280034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59H68B2sTyPyKFvl1XsnpOn8QPSr7BLVD4an2GVKhYBMVB3JqwTRIIMKfuZ7z95MhHDpAnUWG8EHBWsxOvmVEIztfQMwjowoJJKj55lYBZYHKYe7OsFtIGF9B-GzMjsTUgCpQDWUuy3zF/s400/pics+031.jpg" /></a> This photo was taken in front of the Cafe' </div><div align="center">on the main street in town, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">NYS</span> Route 10. <br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGCJoKh5X4bvevBjXcXumlgq5XkqZ6frZVhYU5DLQF9VWnxJduSl3BhbHKPcu0WngF5vSNs9GGyoKh_STTENVGvo3bqsY69TkzRaTWXQI-lZHkCGCdPkzz3Bdwm6Eo76RoAG32Y32q11b/s1600/pics+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519480262508415602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGCJoKh5X4bvevBjXcXumlgq5XkqZ6frZVhYU5DLQF9VWnxJduSl3BhbHKPcu0WngF5vSNs9GGyoKh_STTENVGvo3bqsY69TkzRaTWXQI-lZHkCGCdPkzz3Bdwm6Eo76RoAG32Y32q11b/s400/pics+027.jpg" /></a> The banner flew high reminding the townspeople </div><div align="center">that the 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> annual Harvest Festival is upon them.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6eM-IgEXHtPb7fPiKKEKQ_Ck2DqT3zS-9vWzPI6AW5nUd6KOfCNYtejpOYnNdr7wpFZ5gr5_h7JCTphcjEkwMDRP0-P9Ed7BtLc1bf9YwsCbAQpypYZ4YGHN-dMjl8KL8nC0-EG-LmEM/s1600/pics+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519480261067909506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6eM-IgEXHtPb7fPiKKEKQ_Ck2DqT3zS-9vWzPI6AW5nUd6KOfCNYtejpOYnNdr7wpFZ5gr5_h7JCTphcjEkwMDRP0-P9Ed7BtLc1bf9YwsCbAQpypYZ4YGHN-dMjl8KL8nC0-EG-LmEM/s400/pics+006.jpg" /></a> We got to the festival around 11 am and the streets were already filling up. We decided right then and there that our first stop would be the "<a href="http://beekman1802.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> 1802 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Mercantile</span></a>". Best move we could have made as the wait to get into the store <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> too bad...we got to chat with the gentleman/artist who hand crafts the Britannia Fruit Spoons that are sold exclusively at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> 1802. The spoons are beautifully made of "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britannia_metal">Britannia, a metal alloy </a>that was common in the 18<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> century" (according to the authentication I got with mine). "The alloy becomes molten over hot coals and is then hand-poured into an original, authentic 18<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> century spoon mold." It is essentially, a type of pewter and it will make a very nice gift! Well, that's what I got it for...we'll see...it's beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpy-SLb7zQGdZXuzfZzeY3Kc6BSj1vS4dad65w434O4IIDeePxpntRCSK9GReKIBtq99bEuigk_xt5PlJTssZ3ohw5RG7sum2iWMWIy_QzTtpj5PmlU73eiBTdqs6R75Irw1nWJWgiXQMv/s1600/pics+032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519480250910548066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpy-SLb7zQGdZXuzfZzeY3Kc6BSj1vS4dad65w434O4IIDeePxpntRCSK9GReKIBtq99bEuigk_xt5PlJTssZ3ohw5RG7sum2iWMWIy_QzTtpj5PmlU73eiBTdqs6R75Irw1nWJWgiXQMv/s400/pics+032.jpg" /></a> This poster was hanging in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">McGillycuddy's</span> Natural Soap store.<br />Loved that store! Smelled wonderful and they have so many 'flavors' of soap!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vbpHD9uwqlT0b3VV2GLwo-NSd0R_j7gwkf8OMqq_fM0bS0lCBQHCYXdglLanTOjvpE3hUp09Unf7ZEq-anV3gebJ0jDpZglAzzuLzbCImQkVqkrRMXxRilS7Gm5nWV02ED6yg4C12w2V/s1600/pics+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479823710121138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vbpHD9uwqlT0b3VV2GLwo-NSd0R_j7gwkf8OMqq_fM0bS0lCBQHCYXdglLanTOjvpE3hUp09Unf7ZEq-anV3gebJ0jDpZglAzzuLzbCImQkVqkrRMXxRilS7Gm5nWV02ED6yg4C12w2V/s400/pics+009.jpg" /></a> This poster of the goats (my favorite) was just inside, </div><div>at the entrance of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> 1802.<br />It's just such a cool photo!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOw7KVQ9yloKOI6Iq7nuMVBqpOMs7SAXG6p9CyMDf0bOJ1hONNf-uCT-XLancogGBULuCS2SZzuX17snR9KwW0_BC6-eAvtIbp39E1Em_FIt-hCoHP4G8DIFNXZGtcmMDSGkI2frXVJlNf/s1600/pics+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479817281749730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOw7KVQ9yloKOI6Iq7nuMVBqpOMs7SAXG6p9CyMDf0bOJ1hONNf-uCT-XLancogGBULuCS2SZzuX17snR9KwW0_BC6-eAvtIbp39E1Em_FIt-hCoHP4G8DIFNXZGtcmMDSGkI2frXVJlNf/s400/pics+012.jpg" /></a> This is the signage for the beautiful scarves that they carry.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ftX12jK_jolG5m_J7NiWecuLfH2vc6qNc35EHAdoPBxnSJIsMTBRj11svznJrbV7C31cmFnZHBhFwItLpmPpTiV9oXUb7m2PlcY9eqyCyxyq-1YYyEh9NkectS_YKifkQ2F4hMUdYolA/s1600/pics+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479811845295122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ftX12jK_jolG5m_J7NiWecuLfH2vc6qNc35EHAdoPBxnSJIsMTBRj11svznJrbV7C31cmFnZHBhFwItLpmPpTiV9oXUb7m2PlcY9eqyCyxyq-1YYyEh9NkectS_YKifkQ2F4hMUdYolA/s400/pics+011.jpg" /></a> Inside the store (which looked bigger on TV) we all snaked around the center display table and it worked like a charm! We all saw the merchandise, the clerks were so very nice and when we were there (a little after noon) they still had merchandise to sell! I bet that by the end of the day they sold out. The TV crews were milling about and filming while we were there. You can see them in this photo. They blended right into the background and it was really easy to forget they were even there! </div><div>You see the double tiered display in the center of this island table above? This is where the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blaack</span> Cheese was displayed. All of the bigger rounds of cheese were gone by the time we came around the table and they brought out the last two (smaller one pound) rounds. Judy and I pretty much looked at them, decided that we'd get one and split it. We had tried it, they had samples, and it's really good my friends! So...bottom line...we got the next to the last cheese round. At least that was the buzz while we were snaking around the inside of the shop.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1m7xoYo4iyd5o3oYcHqoGtv3d26KnpCNFBEWNb-DP2oAc70c5VePBcOlZ1jeIyl7PNXGcZiPbM2Q1fyZgPeEybciBfB5NkmW99onr6MzffT2HrM-FobiYczU0urn6Kc0z8pRRHvjT6hX1/s1600/pics+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479805712910546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1m7xoYo4iyd5o3oYcHqoGtv3d26KnpCNFBEWNb-DP2oAc70c5VePBcOlZ1jeIyl7PNXGcZiPbM2Q1fyZgPeEybciBfB5NkmW99onr6MzffT2HrM-FobiYczU0urn6Kc0z8pRRHvjT6hX1/s400/pics+010.jpg" /></a> We chatted with this couple inside the shop. So...let's see...Judy and I each purchased a t-shirt, Josh's book <a href="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/tv/the-fabulous-beekman-boys/read-the-prologue-of-the-bucolic-plague.html">'The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Bucolic</span> Plague' </a>and we got the cheese round to split! Not bad!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGWFYaMHAjGX0crMh8_4w_8I8m55341POhqtInDQRg6phXv89NXGcmw5aRLx7qp1vHUfx_pI_YfBxevGVE5fKszkR_ZY72UnEPTKUF2929aCG5ImysgS5H5d6AdiwQb_yr3luS0FdMqdH/s1600/pics+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479322207316354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGWFYaMHAjGX0crMh8_4w_8I8m55341POhqtInDQRg6phXv89NXGcmw5aRLx7qp1vHUfx_pI_YfBxevGVE5fKszkR_ZY72UnEPTKUF2929aCG5ImysgS5H5d6AdiwQb_yr3luS0FdMqdH/s400/pics+015.jpg" /></a> Outside the building that housed the shop, </div><div>Farmer John's goats were having a wonderful time!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmI9hnh6oJqwjiTIhyphenhyphenZCvsu6DqPN2U_aEcaPOdbL-3frbfQscSEwwRN3VpsgU0qApTwQxJosggmVq6RU6ir0mZvo57mwDx3Fk6tJJ2TIiI-Y8eK1SMSCLC9L4S2AmP88F-IKQPlRdjZzr/s1600/pics+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479321132017474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmI9hnh6oJqwjiTIhyphenhyphenZCvsu6DqPN2U_aEcaPOdbL-3frbfQscSEwwRN3VpsgU0qApTwQxJosggmVq6RU6ir0mZvo57mwDx3Fk6tJJ2TIiI-Y8eK1SMSCLC9L4S2AmP88F-IKQPlRdjZzr/s400/pics+007.jpg" /></a> As you exit the shop, Brent was there on the porch </div><div>to sign autographs and chat a little. </div><div>Nice, nice guy. Truly enjoyed talking to him. <br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7_XtBDXJKHfXnQimWNuyaitThkUAeFEXSQGcVxsqlzzOKZLrRt3kGppkMTknUB3_u4DS67RRCRsZ57TjJBlJBvyH2AoNB-coYr0Efr_qJtCEG2xFS96W6ZWP2ZURYkgRjNhU2ulA0rdm/s1600/pics+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479313001162114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7_XtBDXJKHfXnQimWNuyaitThkUAeFEXSQGcVxsqlzzOKZLrRt3kGppkMTknUB3_u4DS67RRCRsZ57TjJBlJBvyH2AoNB-coYr0Efr_qJtCEG2xFS96W6ZWP2ZURYkgRjNhU2ulA0rdm/s400/pics+005.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1aHkfN9PMAXnUfm1FKUfbQg_wV6l7Z-26qk2eeNFfsqK6zmaNWkhYeW2HBxE3cO2-K7Yq1n_YdGSj2xRcAKad47SY7wb5w1N6CwbjVKrJg91okTXxXNZt_MlSVAox6hEIlVbMXKRLR8y/s1600/pics+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519479306116944786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1aHkfN9PMAXnUfm1FKUfbQg_wV6l7Z-26qk2eeNFfsqK6zmaNWkhYeW2HBxE3cO2-K7Yq1n_YdGSj2xRcAKad47SY7wb5w1N6CwbjVKrJg91okTXxXNZt_MlSVAox6hEIlVbMXKRLR8y/s400/pics+004.jpg" /></a> As time went on, the lines to get into the shop and see the 'boys' snaked all the way down the street. Thank God we had the smarts to do that first!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksMa-NknIOXVW8p546qGst6HpNMBu5MCGK0rTo1S5UQU-MpWM0Zxa-v40i-Rn-ydjCN0AQLqd3uKC2va87aZ87Mg7Zz7PN9CJ1DWW78J7egMdVR1-5ykyQA4kHobcw9nuLOVRLa5fUgU5/s1600/pics+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519478689653789986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksMa-NknIOXVW8p546qGst6HpNMBu5MCGK0rTo1S5UQU-MpWM0Zxa-v40i-Rn-ydjCN0AQLqd3uKC2va87aZ87Mg7Zz7PN9CJ1DWW78J7egMdVR1-5ykyQA4kHobcw9nuLOVRLa5fUgU5/s400/pics+002.jpg" /></a> The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Roseboro</span> is in the same building and between there and the shop there were more great t-shirts, mugs etc. for sale. I was planning to go back for another shirt, but kind of forgot.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKomwpdqktAtm423F33UtfY1xJLW6YsHB3ppocl5Onde0bzEAkHpQWbXKaBuc93ydYZSoVHeqFnVVU0fj1e4-lZdlTUsTi5x8nrWgaUMLxTPezlYz0WwEcaZToKTNlMYY0urTkNFSVvqW/s1600/pics+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519478684193261666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKomwpdqktAtm423F33UtfY1xJLW6YsHB3ppocl5Onde0bzEAkHpQWbXKaBuc93ydYZSoVHeqFnVVU0fj1e4-lZdlTUsTi5x8nrWgaUMLxTPezlYz0WwEcaZToKTNlMYY0urTkNFSVvqW/s400/pics+040.jpg" /></a> Not sure when Josh joined Brent. </div><div>He wasn't there when we went to the shop...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveBhd-IwfzkK1aot1wKk6c7ERd_IJA0BrOwswY86VReZllV7Buy048HhyphenhyphenhFW3GMF5MQG98cvXzicIQQxh6wWISpHe6hwKKTncWTSPPAdfvCMhdsgzW4p_VCICqOLOYA_9GvGx1XzKaUmX/s1600/pics+042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519478673537403122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveBhd-IwfzkK1aot1wKk6c7ERd_IJA0BrOwswY86VReZllV7Buy048HhyphenhyphenhFW3GMF5MQG98cvXzicIQQxh6wWISpHe6hwKKTncWTSPPAdfvCMhdsgzW4p_VCICqOLOYA_9GvGx1XzKaUmX/s400/pics+042.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62GxqAqsDLStBgCT2PswD5XF_mey_fWZZ2ndxw-w9SPrcOyFg7UYctH3-sBc5uK3IGTZfas9lA27AZkaQnvwmIZ6A9Lk4MhibPR_Flh8xjSAnyZeinEYVOsd3phoXR-9j2SyxO26m_5kf/s1600/beekman+mansion+from+website.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519478668678203474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62GxqAqsDLStBgCT2PswD5XF_mey_fWZZ2ndxw-w9SPrcOyFg7UYctH3-sBc5uK3IGTZfas9lA27AZkaQnvwmIZ6A9Lk4MhibPR_Flh8xjSAnyZeinEYVOsd3phoXR-9j2SyxO26m_5kf/s400/beekman+mansion+from+website.bmp" /></a> This picture (above) is the picture from the TV show website. This is the front of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beekman</span> Mansion. The rear of the building faces the street. (Brent told us how to find the mansion...) Since nobody was permitted access to the property (they had security guards...smart!) I had to borrow this picture to show you the perspective. We couldn't see this view of the house from the street.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbMj9plDR-1ccdLUWIHGGJ2cNtMVcw5S_gj05ydxTCsilMpkTJ8lim3zHeRPJ30z0bJFjmlmX5OadfaYG9bM7DcFYAzqIOtR0qdnzvvIT-ZRdJnaH9RMpb8mF28qPVGyKBP7jGTF6rdki/s1600/pics+044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519477877625166690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbMj9plDR-1ccdLUWIHGGJ2cNtMVcw5S_gj05ydxTCsilMpkTJ8lim3zHeRPJ30z0bJFjmlmX5OadfaYG9bM7DcFYAzqIOtR0qdnzvvIT-ZRdJnaH9RMpb8mF28qPVGyKBP7jGTF6rdki/s400/pics+044.jpg" /></a> I took this shot from the street. How grand is this place, huh? No wonder Josh and Brent fell in love with this place! and this is just the side of the house.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa1IcUKGVmTG1cL3gnJ2sdfnPLcLc6t1E7OsPeG-IrwCyE2OoUjRhfRv5uD2lpgx8YbcB1EhC-vrrc8h71BSzf8cFShqP7WK88Jwu6PSGwLsP8Uh-tdNfn5bYJLVQwCrBI56VjEPxLOQS/s1600/pics+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519477868499558354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa1IcUKGVmTG1cL3gnJ2sdfnPLcLc6t1E7OsPeG-IrwCyE2OoUjRhfRv5uD2lpgx8YbcB1EhC-vrrc8h71BSzf8cFShqP7WK88Jwu6PSGwLsP8Uh-tdNfn5bYJLVQwCrBI56VjEPxLOQS/s400/pics+046.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">NYS</span> officially says this is a historic place...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLOyHgMn4czBbstwZ5lW-bUL2FlGNrPUxmAiODxQ2wUrhvi9TArWUkfvvtDvv7RCiV1HlOwArfWQBZPoSjUVP0oD0s9synoonpWYhGwpNOrdqhNi2JtBp8-dgoeWtkMyCdsbWMDw6ScRv/s1600/pics+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519477865068202818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLOyHgMn4czBbstwZ5lW-bUL2FlGNrPUxmAiODxQ2wUrhvi9TArWUkfvvtDvv7RCiV1HlOwArfWQBZPoSjUVP0oD0s9synoonpWYhGwpNOrdqhNi2JtBp8-dgoeWtkMyCdsbWMDw6ScRv/s400/pics+047.jpg" /></a> This is the view from the street, the 'back' of the mansion. Not too shabby the the rear entrance!<br />So...we had a great time, the weather was perfect and I would attend this festival again.. Look for the TV show on your Planet Green TV channel! According to the card I picked up in the American Hotel (love that building...took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enough</span> pics so I can paint it...see previous post) ...the 'Boys' will have a holiday special and the show will return again in the spring of 2010.<br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550397642435837172noreply@blogger.com1