tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966763281625781542024-03-18T02:17:16.433-07:00Margaret's BlogMargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-38183955839663564382010-09-04T12:19:00.000-07:002010-09-04T12:40:38.345-07:00Piper's Homecoming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjh4M7c1eSG2Md6shiPHSmsyuWX_Dve7GHCRJUGwsdfx-L50fFenCPeTQD0_YfPfklf7bPwpNn-7S2OMtgGcALwwjkAgrzhmC0WvzHwmKT_9tXXuHVDQ5Tl1ViABpdpKR-Xy9vIGXgwEK8/s1600/DSCF7327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513143855667768530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjh4M7c1eSG2Md6shiPHSmsyuWX_Dve7GHCRJUGwsdfx-L50fFenCPeTQD0_YfPfklf7bPwpNn-7S2OMtgGcALwwjkAgrzhmC0WvzHwmKT_9tXXuHVDQ5Tl1ViABpdpKR-Xy9vIGXgwEK8/s400/DSCF7327.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here are some more pictures of the newest McMillan and her family. No doubt, these little gals are pretty cute.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffOmCQc0xBIIz6YHNkXmLpnKODzekzaZ9_xG7MsTpAAxXjNm7h4fouGtSviTEonMkqARnG1AqwHPA0F5jCtRNgWj4YTJ0o_-os0MmaJ0OOkLgYgkY2A_hr7UYyhSVjD4gZ9YHGZs06j_D/s1600/DSCF7343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513143834210474578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffOmCQc0xBIIz6YHNkXmLpnKODzekzaZ9_xG7MsTpAAxXjNm7h4fouGtSviTEonMkqARnG1AqwHPA0F5jCtRNgWj4YTJ0o_-os0MmaJ0OOkLgYgkY2A_hr7UYyhSVjD4gZ9YHGZs06j_D/s400/DSCF7343.JPG" border="0" /></a> These pictures showed up out of order, but no big deal. Here's finally a good one of Piper by herself, followed by one of Annie with her, and pictures of everyone arriving home.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUTih4hRnRJrDjHM7kcJmJ6jWsmeic7o1soMAbxjjTNi3oRpSVIZzmg8Q0Yiu_6HK-Nz417SOfjCG1bEPRGs4BdbbbBmB2bnZBRdOou1H50LYThq7PFHnT5NP3F5gxPXuh4D-u1VEHuFl/s1600/DSCF7321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513143852170065474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUTih4hRnRJrDjHM7kcJmJ6jWsmeic7o1soMAbxjjTNi3oRpSVIZzmg8Q0Yiu_6HK-Nz417SOfjCG1bEPRGs4BdbbbBmB2bnZBRdOou1H50LYThq7PFHnT5NP3F5gxPXuh4D-u1VEHuFl/s400/DSCF7321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrQK24C_kODa1U8NsjOoTG8Mq2CjL9u0zyda0iKjwGcsfS7-HopgDFH_sHlUNoudYT5XgLWIChB5kXuO10buaNhOsc6-xDZiihKi3ctMjarPM7E4OwW9C280fRBbD7_aBYqaZSsNWrkrO/s1600/DSCF7338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513143848127366562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrQK24C_kODa1U8NsjOoTG8Mq2CjL9u0zyda0iKjwGcsfS7-HopgDFH_sHlUNoudYT5XgLWIChB5kXuO10buaNhOsc6-xDZiihKi3ctMjarPM7E4OwW9C280fRBbD7_aBYqaZSsNWrkrO/s400/DSCF7338.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KGzKNRSW3hBrK63Wvl1XNz3gTKHS94QQotY9GEsvceYYP-6dl6Nvs7Iw7uqALHPE3Z930s4eGDH3oEf6ADOHTsC5LqarEmV-nbQ6SDa0XoVlGODISujas9dj0jSWbY1MnitLk8zmCrZ1/s1600/DSCF7339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513143838573003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KGzKNRSW3hBrK63Wvl1XNz3gTKHS94QQotY9GEsvceYYP-6dl6Nvs7Iw7uqALHPE3Z930s4eGDH3oEf6ADOHTsC5LqarEmV-nbQ6SDa0XoVlGODISujas9dj0jSWbY1MnitLk8zmCrZ1/s400/DSCF7339.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now comes the exciting part of parenting--preparing little Piper to leave home and be on her own! Paisley is almost there! . . . so she'll be a lot of help.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!</div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-54337163846167737462010-09-02T16:00:00.001-07:002010-09-02T16:12:53.029-07:00Piper Ann McMillan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCnMq2adMDBJZO4COYBlFGv9UGB4draAesuGzZqeMLimLBFiV5nzktPEAbaBBSce4FvEZYvthvLFtKrT_MgUXL7jttzupOaqr1bU-msSTb5ffZsoI2uMb8gtKJoDw63Ud_foVhUG3fvpJ/s1600/DSCF7288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512456408141885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCnMq2adMDBJZO4COYBlFGv9UGB4draAesuGzZqeMLimLBFiV5nzktPEAbaBBSce4FvEZYvthvLFtKrT_MgUXL7jttzupOaqr1bU-msSTb5ffZsoI2uMb8gtKJoDw63Ud_foVhUG3fvpJ/s400/DSCF7288.JPG" border="0" /></a> Piper Ann McMillan arrived this morning at 7:58 a.m., weighing 7 pounds, 7.6 ounces, and measuring 20 inches. She's a sweetheart, and big sister, Paisley, is just as excited as the rest of us. These first two pictures were our first glimpse of her, even before being weighed and measured.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6GBkhTynm31Pt2QNR4QTHj7-iO4jn6Icwpoy7gI9iMaYQQvMPTLzCEcjqyzxFmXkERYVGkKo8RByKRGXMvpqoRamRhuihRsX_On3T4U4lU1_3tCOLW-KjBb83KcRTSsSO_ZnYB0MxbUi/s1600/DSCF7316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512456394216938322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6GBkhTynm31Pt2QNR4QTHj7-iO4jn6Icwpoy7gI9iMaYQQvMPTLzCEcjqyzxFmXkERYVGkKo8RByKRGXMvpqoRamRhuihRsX_On3T4U4lU1_3tCOLW-KjBb83KcRTSsSO_ZnYB0MxbUi/s400/DSCF7316.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandpa's turn came a little later, but he's just as proud.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCD7Ad4bFwrZqHoEdB-ppTiX7VfUI0hOPBzDOSsnxHIVwM0znhud5OHFph_bp1ilQI2cSzcUUptJo1aToRMeMHtGcpcNCrupOWplgWbcpt5JKwUO7Et2K9YUS7NsAjh428JassMkV0rgP/s1600/DSCF7298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512456392400720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCD7Ad4bFwrZqHoEdB-ppTiX7VfUI0hOPBzDOSsnxHIVwM0znhud5OHFph_bp1ilQI2cSzcUUptJo1aToRMeMHtGcpcNCrupOWplgWbcpt5JKwUO7Et2K9YUS7NsAjh428JassMkV0rgP/s400/DSCF7298.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is in her mom's arms, after having her hair brushed. Those Traudt granddaughters are famous for their full, dark locks. Annie is doing well and we'll have some pictures of her next time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlbfIM5zzcaAZNsN-Q6mLgwdotqSpKTE0bj5SQJS7Ug6y20ExHUuLcz1_Aquk5lDyPPMxB__5GSi0ByS1IhmrCqph7Pzu-d-raKvvKDhfKVar52T0Hf-8QPm9Vmgc4LxVibZgjWA9fkhK/s1600/DSCF7315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512456382350792530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlbfIM5zzcaAZNsN-Q6mLgwdotqSpKTE0bj5SQJS7Ug6y20ExHUuLcz1_Aquk5lDyPPMxB__5GSi0ByS1IhmrCqph7Pzu-d-raKvvKDhfKVar52T0Hf-8QPm9Vmgc4LxVibZgjWA9fkhK/s400/DSCF7315.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's a sweet one with David and Paisley.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NtfQLrZKv0X7LOv-5TrSYkS1XKdONojNIWIuE87nxX790eNrmnKVpPfGVMySyRVy6blQZVY1rvWccC8vMtLsLJGWg8dJxfHfXAqX_vyByIcge3bkzYuhS7zOY7Ru07SvnhJqaCsCQI7N/s1600/DSCF7311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512456378152973074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NtfQLrZKv0X7LOv-5TrSYkS1XKdONojNIWIuE87nxX790eNrmnKVpPfGVMySyRVy6blQZVY1rvWccC8vMtLsLJGWg8dJxfHfXAqX_vyByIcge3bkzYuhS7zOY7Ru07SvnhJqaCsCQI7N/s400/DSCF7311.JPG" border="0" /></a> Have a great day!</div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-35594385771043528032010-08-27T20:45:00.000-07:002010-08-28T11:07:13.515-07:00Summer Adventure 2010--Glacier to Yellowstone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYoO7Gv5GB8BMG68c16-rdxApOVxZvowDXS_jqGOtULbbkh0Pojsxeql1vdkOwFaMlDX-5PtTt7JlrVYDb_4qOtdo3ufwtDyuPsAUBRUjLBVYh0wbyBjqwlcZOgdbdZAZ1xg9Z-cINzrq/s1600/DSCF7064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510310555920367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYoO7Gv5GB8BMG68c16-rdxApOVxZvowDXS_jqGOtULbbkh0Pojsxeql1vdkOwFaMlDX-5PtTt7JlrVYDb_4qOtdo3ufwtDyuPsAUBRUjLBVYh0wbyBjqwlcZOgdbdZAZ1xg9Z-cINzrq/s400/DSCF7064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our lunch stop between Glacier National Park and Yellowstone National Park was near Three Forks, Montana. This park, designated as the headwaters of the Missouri River, memorializes many of the stories of Lewis and Clark expedition.<br /><br />But, prior to Lewis and Clark's discovery that the Missouri River began at the confluence of three rivers which they named the Jefferson, the Madison, and the Gallatin, Sacajewa's tribe, the Shoshones, were gathered at this spot when, as a young girl, she was kidnapped by an enemy tribe. It was not until later during the Lewis and Clark expedition that she was reunited with her brother and the Shoshone tribe she called home.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS922aXBGyqzMghjcu98cQJOrFRIfZtZnULTolPEkY1HMgUkBQC67lHJnmcprjZvDAKYshjiLfXCr9kjr9SXOlnH823u53TpCAW6q5THYRFlh7GHri87LoQFA1ssxUxyhZh7fU3BPl2a3c/s1600/DSCF7067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510310549315376066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS922aXBGyqzMghjcu98cQJOrFRIfZtZnULTolPEkY1HMgUkBQC67lHJnmcprjZvDAKYshjiLfXCr9kjr9SXOlnH823u53TpCAW6q5THYRFlh7GHri87LoQFA1ssxUxyhZh7fU3BPl2a3c/s400/DSCF7067.JPG" border="0" /></a> This cliff is the place where Lewis came to scout the path his travelers would take. It gave him an overview of the beginnings of the Missouri River and the three rivers which joined to make one.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwifdPv5TWCtp0SshZdXIwxMSzaYpI9Lc3o1HPqG7PCbJW65Zq5IA4i1UM_MLHJxjercKcsE1HpfiJqVY0nCQU9bDinW2_6JOCmz0NsOoA_82C57dOSE2_dejtYbgqGI9OlZqNGbIGf1L/s1600/DSCF7071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510309589741085314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwifdPv5TWCtp0SshZdXIwxMSzaYpI9Lc3o1HPqG7PCbJW65Zq5IA4i1UM_MLHJxjercKcsE1HpfiJqVY0nCQU9bDinW2_6JOCmz0NsOoA_82C57dOSE2_dejtYbgqGI9OlZqNGbIGf1L/s400/DSCF7071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's Jacob on a neighboring cliff looking over one of the forks. You can guess the heighth by looking at the trees below him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhyphenhyphenHiipRLS2B9atioXh8mM2NwZyYz5J2M9UOVFTXF4vjpzGC3r-WSnkkwh8Zx2ycUYpza40QYNNn6b2hoCwd3i72j7fdnHqhMAjY9M_FxFLi3R2wsDSJWumPS87bxLXhkhXiqsmXumD-4/s1600/DSCF7088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510309580247183538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhyphenhyphenHiipRLS2B9atioXh8mM2NwZyYz5J2M9UOVFTXF4vjpzGC3r-WSnkkwh8Zx2ycUYpza40QYNNn6b2hoCwd3i72j7fdnHqhMAjY9M_FxFLi3R2wsDSJWumPS87bxLXhkhXiqsmXumD-4/s400/DSCF7088.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's that same explorer announcing our entrance to Yellowstone.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIA74s_hvD3IyaZMAaUmaHcFwtC80ZVDyv3eb1AOwiWnpclqXXKHUC1bMReYKxYjBYAnHTjIqE2sRGBBxuFZT747s3qaSyfczHoI2rkKOdspDJrZMb0FFse73W_mvjjqTDbhqDOOof6MJ/s1600/DSCF7105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510309571636045762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIA74s_hvD3IyaZMAaUmaHcFwtC80ZVDyv3eb1AOwiWnpclqXXKHUC1bMReYKxYjBYAnHTjIqE2sRGBBxuFZT747s3qaSyfczHoI2rkKOdspDJrZMb0FFse73W_mvjjqTDbhqDOOof6MJ/s400/DSCF7105.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our first night was spent at Mammoth Hot Springs, a fascinating place. Since I can't understand it myself, I won't begin to explain the hydrothermal (?) dynamics of this part of God's creation, but it is truly amazing.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBaNygZYMP0VutF7cNURfsaDoYQsRULaRBW7WzT6B4nIdTIb5m8DKS51kPeRpktDwA1sDH1MvGiWaOhn59qDdKp_gT4xvV6pdFKNTkdiuAuH7mZvPKRJmvJiHZbMUlUu-dlx3L3t50ykg/s1600/DSCF7120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510309569525372354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBaNygZYMP0VutF7cNURfsaDoYQsRULaRBW7WzT6B4nIdTIb5m8DKS51kPeRpktDwA1sDH1MvGiWaOhn59qDdKp_gT4xvV6pdFKNTkdiuAuH7mZvPKRJmvJiHZbMUlUu-dlx3L3t50ykg/s400/DSCF7120.JPG" border="0" /></a> Even more amazing to me, was this little killdeer walking around on this hot water on these hot rocks. Another tourist suggested the springs contain some kind of bacteris these birds love.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXBvqhDKuSEyYbH29Znl5HJ_NABelTS5QFI0xAMXl4jENz6FUySe__zWrliMePBnpcAS7Zliro2Kmv65QE7vloegAk3XyGUrUi-JueD1CXzuayks7tRJH8-qia7YuYVvQ6tXSbsiJ8tBo/s1600/DSCF7212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510309558032506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXBvqhDKuSEyYbH29Znl5HJ_NABelTS5QFI0xAMXl4jENz6FUySe__zWrliMePBnpcAS7Zliro2Kmv65QE7vloegAk3XyGUrUi-JueD1CXzuayks7tRJH8-qia7YuYVvQ6tXSbsiJ8tBo/s400/DSCF7212.JPG" border="0" /></a> On our second day we had two goals--waterfalls and animals and geysers. Doesn't this picture look like a fake postcard? It isn't!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEima-DwHpy2LPUbUY1JyqlJBZ1CEoZp96plxk_vAvM3qRSNlBiuEG7XgcNRPId3SSlBnThnmdswl90dN8Mlkc9YkJE2RxFlsV5M8nPU6A6XTVu-5rMnqtkMlEWw4BSO6mWlDfFBRKABAZTr/s1600/DSCF7194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307048940998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEima-DwHpy2LPUbUY1JyqlJBZ1CEoZp96plxk_vAvM3qRSNlBiuEG7XgcNRPId3SSlBnThnmdswl90dN8Mlkc9YkJE2RxFlsV5M8nPU6A6XTVu-5rMnqtkMlEWw4BSO6mWlDfFBRKABAZTr/s400/DSCF7194.JPG" border="0" /></a> Probably our highlight was seeing this mother grizzly bear with her two cubs walking alongside us on the road. They were oblivious to all the cars and tourists stopped so close to them.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_acfb1lOwf1nRRs0aAbyb8KAtzuc3cU3s2Ib07hOLPug8N4gzGg3z_11F-BG1lgu9z0DAdS7CGya4_GTAOqRkFy8U3CCpmfvabDxgnvZK40SBwVvxmDgkMCn_OWgQtVgyrvI17vuZaq/s1600/DSCF7220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307040822908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_acfb1lOwf1nRRs0aAbyb8KAtzuc3cU3s2Ib07hOLPug8N4gzGg3z_11F-BG1lgu9z0DAdS7CGya4_GTAOqRkFy8U3CCpmfvabDxgnvZK40SBwVvxmDgkMCn_OWgQtVgyrvI17vuZaq/s400/DSCF7220.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, here's a buffalo right next to the car. Fortunately, he didn't charge!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2NBcM3y-6vUIZQCg87h7YYAlCEh_naw6M3OJJKfHjkJ9u-YOd6Zv_yShe1JRIcuFnwSdSiKW-ryV5sqMEnSN-LifY0lalS7kllt48wuwoY4w2EBzqAyjR9R6kVah_p_b_YSwZzaWPLMf/s1600/DSCF7234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307033098699986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2NBcM3y-6vUIZQCg87h7YYAlCEh_naw6M3OJJKfHjkJ9u-YOd6Zv_yShe1JRIcuFnwSdSiKW-ryV5sqMEnSN-LifY0lalS7kllt48wuwoY4w2EBzqAyjR9R6kVah_p_b_YSwZzaWPLMf/s400/DSCF7234.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, down the road was this elk just resting near the side of the road. All were exciting sights for us. We were on the lookout for moose and bighorn sheep as well, but didn't have that privilege. Next time!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmfoX_bHVxUKlRS9d_ezlDa9pQC0f5seyvhT5wS1hr_dqSEZ7dwDrZ0tq9ir3PdHYquwsBRW5pQcCNBO9Ledrpk-oLib-D1fz0jjp1Z8AsXIpD04j78lDL3IiBG9hcdNihvUBY8lVO_jN/s1600/DSCF7241.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307030706067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmfoX_bHVxUKlRS9d_ezlDa9pQC0f5seyvhT5wS1hr_dqSEZ7dwDrZ0tq9ir3PdHYquwsBRW5pQcCNBO9Ledrpk-oLib-D1fz0jjp1Z8AsXIpD04j78lDL3IiBG9hcdNihvUBY8lVO_jN/s400/DSCF7241.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our stop for the evening was Old Faithful, and true to its name it erupted like clockwork every 90+ minutes. Just down the boardwalk through the geyers was the Grand. It is the largest predictable geyser in the world. It was predicted to erupt sometime between 3:30 pm and 7:30 pm. Jacob and I sat down to watch it at 5:00, Jacob deserted me at 6:00, and it finally took off at 6:20.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdXRmRq1RRFHjsDpgKFymTICSWBgRgIh4vD9OgZwYB5BUfT6FALx-OYxCS_eTlDHR-gTnCMx2LOdFFyeRglKYNVrD4Ju4jgS-Ox9vKcY9eeiXm42i9tzDi07XNjBKor5X9JPqY6CVZL2n/s1600/DSCF7253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307020371537554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdXRmRq1RRFHjsDpgKFymTICSWBgRgIh4vD9OgZwYB5BUfT6FALx-OYxCS_eTlDHR-gTnCMx2LOdFFyeRglKYNVrD4Ju4jgS-Ox9vKcY9eeiXm42i9tzDi07XNjBKor5X9JPqY6CVZL2n/s400/DSCF7253.JPG" border="0" /></a> I thought it was incredible, but when I asked the Ranger to rate it on a scale of 1 to 10 for what it can do, he gave it a 6 1/2! Again, maybe next time.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-23616545475960750112010-08-24T09:39:00.000-07:002010-08-24T10:23:38.110-07:00ACMNP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd36xbitGHjTs11v6BZFK2u7j6xWQhrlf0eBl3fwIE-R2SOnjAoWIiGFqgFoUUBji71udLj6A8g7IuxpKSbMy7dj5vyqPkKPXcVo6F8RsmP8KUBGxvkOYT-W3JnhT0vWjvMXjw4HSUDXS/s1600/DSCF6889.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023528766972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd36xbitGHjTs11v6BZFK2u7j6xWQhrlf0eBl3fwIE-R2SOnjAoWIiGFqgFoUUBji71udLj6A8g7IuxpKSbMy7dj5vyqPkKPXcVo6F8RsmP8KUBGxvkOYT-W3JnhT0vWjvMXjw4HSUDXS/s400/DSCF6889.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jessie spent most of her summer in the Two Medicine General Store in Glacier National Park. This was her "day" job as a part of the ministry of A Christian Ministry in National Parks <a href="http://www.acmnp.com/">http://www.acmnp.com/</a>. During her paid work week (usually a full 40 hours) she helped open the store for the season, ran cash register, kept shelves stocked, worked in the cafe/snack area, sold bear spray, and visited with workers and tourists from all over the world.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbRSzd5OkTzaXUOm-qmDDIXZmiaH7BHJ5FZ2FlIiXyToLxZB882S-ETM4OC0f5qlIETvmcaYdW2QN65O6QjZ39K2b3ojkf7yzX7vP4aDtwyPuxAWC7k9KtVRcIfLQVo40NfP-NhZB_d-3/s1600/DSCF6886.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023523487165890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbRSzd5OkTzaXUOm-qmDDIXZmiaH7BHJ5FZ2FlIiXyToLxZB882S-ETM4OC0f5qlIETvmcaYdW2QN65O6QjZ39K2b3ojkf7yzX7vP4aDtwyPuxAWC7k9KtVRcIfLQVo40NfP-NhZB_d-3/s400/DSCF6886.JPG" border="0" /></a> Her store is a registered national landmark because President Franklin Delano Roosevelt once gave a fireside chat in front of this fireplace, and after him, President Herbert Hoover visited.</div><div><br />On Sundays throughout the tourist season, Jessie worked with a team of 2-4 other college students who provided worship services for park workers and visitors. They had both Sunday morning and Sunday evening services with worship music and a short devotional.</div><div> </div><div>This dapper gentleman is "Jammer Joe," a special friend on the support board of the ministry. They are adults either working in the park or living nearby who provide prayer and encouragement for the students working away from home, sometimes in rather isolated situations. He is a dear man who worked in Glacier as a college student then returned when he heard they were hiring seniors. He drives a "jammer," one of the refurbished red buses in the next picture.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oRdCeH833E8Yq2sKMs377QvhtPLMRBQeijXpLPpFtZYn74Oou1fSH6ZIHxGOG1ihiJ-XtIB-S3-8P7PK4LihPuF9_WXcIrrYw157iqLCLpWmusqOaMMyC2UsIKWauW25SzRLeA44PX_V/s1600/DSCF6887.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023516286399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oRdCeH833E8Yq2sKMs377QvhtPLMRBQeijXpLPpFtZYn74Oou1fSH6ZIHxGOG1ihiJ-XtIB-S3-8P7PK4LihPuF9_WXcIrrYw157iqLCLpWmusqOaMMyC2UsIKWauW25SzRLeA44PX_V/s400/DSCF6887.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92f4KMS6RyVDQB7EI0MiLpgqtCsAxgdVzAUeNc6vRK68NUXCyRXF4CvB6b81T_ROGp-gcdU4cyJKqmca_cC9KSujLUfiUVzzmBrE9RcZp_5l8raaIRnAyLrjEwIRuC8NNVrVxKlJgMlZK/s1600/DSCF6888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023511712323378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92f4KMS6RyVDQB7EI0MiLpgqtCsAxgdVzAUeNc6vRK68NUXCyRXF4CvB6b81T_ROGp-gcdU4cyJKqmca_cC9KSujLUfiUVzzmBrE9RcZp_5l8raaIRnAyLrjEwIRuC8NNVrVxKlJgMlZK/s400/DSCF6888.JPG" border="0" /></a> This last picture was taken on the last night of our visit when the other students on the team and a couple friends joined us for a cookout. They are all great kids who love God's creation and serving His people.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViexNOAXxphL93lKIehKIfYlDTTdWAtJ0GTAjAly940wVtWvLxbnAjJfeCZA4O7lvUSrWIve3DxCmFsjvN3LZbGCpwTdn2BB4oW3ZiNyEOyYfScuGFtPjLLr7iZEKwd2ShLMXp3gsHBkX/s1600/DSCF7036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023503586437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViexNOAXxphL93lKIehKIfYlDTTdWAtJ0GTAjAly940wVtWvLxbnAjJfeCZA4O7lvUSrWIve3DxCmFsjvN3LZbGCpwTdn2BB4oW3ZiNyEOyYfScuGFtPjLLr7iZEKwd2ShLMXp3gsHBkX/s400/DSCF7036.JPG" border="0" /></a> So. . . if you know an adventurous college student who needs a great job for next summer, encourage them to check out the website above and start the application process. I would have LOVED this job as a college student. The ministry started in 1951, but no one ever told me about it!</div><div> </div><div>Or. . . if you're ever visiting any of our national parks on a Sunday, be sure to attend the worship service in the park and tell the kids there how much you appreciate them. Most people are not aware the services are available.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!</div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-6323407560647231312010-08-22T20:20:00.000-07:002010-08-22T22:27:44.790-07:00Summer Adventure--Nebraska and Montana<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNtVHVZcIgoHaNSlxGPunpKG_cK8JUT-eyFI9i0iXgB6IXhWx7gGKvpX94NTd9eITH7ymz90zvlbvKFHuEWmPnz2SCxbcyjFrBFqRCRG4AtPDYOl5pLCvFT1b0YVcucVHUH0rfgyajvUM/s1600/DSCF6405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456583305924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNtVHVZcIgoHaNSlxGPunpKG_cK8JUT-eyFI9i0iXgB6IXhWx7gGKvpX94NTd9eITH7ymz90zvlbvKFHuEWmPnz2SCxbcyjFrBFqRCRG4AtPDYOl5pLCvFT1b0YVcucVHUH0rfgyajvUM/s400/DSCF6405.JPG" border="0" /></a> We are back from the latest part of our Summer Adventure 2010. We were so thankful Jacob was able to go with us, and we hope he had as much fun as we did. It is certain that he was able to see many places he'd never seen before.<br /></div><div>Here he is in front of a greenhouse of thousands of pine seedlings at the Nebraska National Forest in Halsey. It is a great stop for a picnic lunch on the way to northwest Nebraska. The Nebraska part of our trip was a re-visit to places we had vacationed to when our children were at home, so it was very special to take Jacob to some of those same places and do some of the same things.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjyhHBPsfMk3n9MP097aU8p42dPtVZUt-XPJHtiWHorOYNoMjxpkXprfFOMIc254OwuIJuarjjfXDEi3ineA96RaKkcckf8As4H2pZX-j9PnKpXMIeIVPkMOi6_1bA1dR1P_a5BgjIqaW/s1600/DSCF6420.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456585730050978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjyhHBPsfMk3n9MP097aU8p42dPtVZUt-XPJHtiWHorOYNoMjxpkXprfFOMIc254OwuIJuarjjfXDEi3ineA96RaKkcckf8As4H2pZX-j9PnKpXMIeIVPkMOi6_1bA1dR1P_a5BgjIqaW/s400/DSCF6420.JPG" border="0" /></a> After Halsey our next stop was Chadron State Park. We truly enjoyed our time there. It was probably our favorite cabin of all our stops, and while there we fished, hiked, and had a campfire. And, one of Jacob's favorites--he and I went horseback riding. His horse was Socks, and our wrangler took us on some of the same steep trails that Steph and I had taken many years ago. The difference was that she was much younger and had to ride double with me. The wranger told us they don't allow that anymore!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTdM_K_vPPscO4GS0GL6y3wBGWE40qYuyuA8mz3zidO7pwQbNiCgsBqQt4WySKXN8FkF8_VWkOfd8UR0f1HZZT8GuE-gXjIMnZ6xEWjSSLQlT9SGeve2Cp8wdgrFwEWj2aGVFN1HkMS7H/s1600/DSCF6424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456567805344210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTdM_K_vPPscO4GS0GL6y3wBGWE40qYuyuA8mz3zidO7pwQbNiCgsBqQt4WySKXN8FkF8_VWkOfd8UR0f1HZZT8GuE-gXjIMnZ6xEWjSSLQlT9SGeve2Cp8wdgrFwEWj2aGVFN1HkMS7H/s400/DSCF6424.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWX-1pboMPVHecnf2Z85QWe0f9oE3c8TgnWBMC8VQ2poLtJRL3hetDtnC0FVAaZpf7xQ5-fZXBHkovFaBRIQdocZSGV-6zm-srEWkJOsr-jv9A__0CdiA1-2NxyYB-z7XkxFJ6K94hvxr/s1600/DSCF6481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456563705121410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWX-1pboMPVHecnf2Z85QWe0f9oE3c8TgnWBMC8VQ2poLtJRL3hetDtnC0FVAaZpf7xQ5-fZXBHkovFaBRIQdocZSGV-6zm-srEWkJOsr-jv9A__0CdiA1-2NxyYB-z7XkxFJ6K94hvxr/s400/DSCF6481.JPG" border="0" /></a> While staying at Chadron, we drove over to Ft. Robinson, which stills looks just like it did when we were there about 27 years ago. We went on the Chuckwagon Cookout again, and they still serve buffalo stew!<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WTeM2MBZiUlYUWqmIrXLT1cDPGIdbtPnplQNntdDIqVxbxQD4DW9u-6hL9Hn-vRINTtlBcoRP4Zu371IOtxZ1IKQn_Pc6l1fVx00vnj8UIPfsaCV70SdttzgXl7Lw3wN3nwajBq9dAch/s1600/DSCF6452.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508455195072482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WTeM2MBZiUlYUWqmIrXLT1cDPGIdbtPnplQNntdDIqVxbxQD4DW9u-6hL9Hn-vRINTtlBcoRP4Zu371IOtxZ1IKQn_Pc6l1fVx00vnj8UIPfsaCV70SdttzgXl7Lw3wN3nwajBq9dAch/s400/DSCF6452.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Nebraska sunset on our ride back to the fort was one of the best we saw during our trip.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-AHtJITcLpjvm-k7hSVlO0_mtWCw4dnj9X9a-LqKLjVkud4NwhfhblHfl9JWQHk1sK3tTOkJFzY17enCZWE4-qEGQmCjjqadA6vZtHr1-x8MC0yErYBUn2rxu9AZpmXioxY9Qt_7ySME/s1600/DSCF6464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508455190628587394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-AHtJITcLpjvm-k7hSVlO0_mtWCw4dnj9X9a-LqKLjVkud4NwhfhblHfl9JWQHk1sK3tTOkJFzY17enCZWE4-qEGQmCjjqadA6vZtHr1-x8MC0yErYBUn2rxu9AZpmXioxY9Qt_7ySME/s400/DSCF6464.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our next stop after leaving Nebraska was the Little Bighorn Battlefield, also known as the place of Custer's Last Stand. On the way, we read a book about Custer's life, so we were familiar with the details of the battle when we arrived. The book made the scenes come alive for us.<br /></div><div>This is a stunning wire sculpture honoring the indians who fought there.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8SxESoC9dZ8sZKm51MHkFaoS-hnISZRo-E-P59gCOr9XO6DcwAbhTrEuXJVYb8unI4W0Gl_0CDxeSRPkRYtHs098V6mJ59YOM6uWS1PQyzNAr03PYGQT1dmze31YIBpwjZKMLbeGj8g8/s1600/DSCF6555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508454082242014402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8SxESoC9dZ8sZKm51MHkFaoS-hnISZRo-E-P59gCOr9XO6DcwAbhTrEuXJVYb8unI4W0Gl_0CDxeSRPkRYtHs098V6mJ59YOM6uWS1PQyzNAr03PYGQT1dmze31YIBpwjZKMLbeGj8g8/s400/DSCF6555.JPG" border="0" /></a> These gravestones mark where Custer fell with his men around him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEFfGxJ4lb11H8Fq1mCPAnNmM7KFKmGYzeXlNZRFykNAltW9NtfeWqshBfGduFfSutYeyQ0mKClauNtrCB4T21DrFUN3Q5Ffhyzk_5rPLQvsdJ9uJlTH91OcvIukO_vTMzT1hBmNCKK4Z/s1600/DSCF6560.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508454076087075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEFfGxJ4lb11H8Fq1mCPAnNmM7KFKmGYzeXlNZRFykNAltW9NtfeWqshBfGduFfSutYeyQ0mKClauNtrCB4T21DrFUN3Q5Ffhyzk_5rPLQvsdJ9uJlTH91OcvIukO_vTMzT1hBmNCKK4Z/s400/DSCF6560.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our next stop was Glacier Lodge in East Glacier, Montana. John and I are enjoying a few moments on the porch of the lodge on our first morning.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDJxF5jJSpnQMEI8XcKyxmMAinNRfW8xi_BidFA1qhEl560uxyzmEacg2ClwwhYCozS-puMwZctEvHZLRlebDmxhqHh-3blNSGiwWWrAwqe9JlKMjyW9BXaJ3RucoxK7K7laVI4Plz5Bg/s1600/DSCF6635.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508454067497773810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDJxF5jJSpnQMEI8XcKyxmMAinNRfW8xi_BidFA1qhEl560uxyzmEacg2ClwwhYCozS-puMwZctEvHZLRlebDmxhqHh-3blNSGiwWWrAwqe9JlKMjyW9BXaJ3RucoxK7K7laVI4Plz5Bg/s400/DSCF6635.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a picture of part of the lodge. It is a beautiful hotel built in 1912-1913 by James J. Hill, the railroad baron of St. Paul, Minneosta, who wanted to bring travelers on his trains to the park. His work was successful and travelers still visit the several lodges throughout the park.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvqQzpv5KOQC0uDVxpGxCsrMwNNMPTIH87suvM1VjXTIJZ3u3WF7ZHoQP3H8sjI2GYEYXzMokPFUl8m317Yystm_mBJ17YjWdLXKJbCJ0Cab5HS13Yb7ba_-bl4IFlW3wrJ-m_M4puX-q/s1600/DSCF6638.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508454064500086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvqQzpv5KOQC0uDVxpGxCsrMwNNMPTIH87suvM1VjXTIJZ3u3WF7ZHoQP3H8sjI2GYEYXzMokPFUl8m317Yystm_mBJ17YjWdLXKJbCJ0Cab5HS13Yb7ba_-bl4IFlW3wrJ-m_M4puX-q/s400/DSCF6638.JPG" border="0" /></a> None of my descriptions nor any of my pictures do Glacier National Park any justice. The beauty cannot be captured, but must be enjoyed in person. But, here are a few of my attempts.<br /></div><div>The trees are magnificent. Here's Jacob inside one of the bigger ones.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8VXicz9Nncb_uKB8s0lATqWgMKKG2PsHt2-MBGOL7hVmXD2mOgNLexZpIIx308ob-UOFQSgbJmSaxx0yT6wypIOR4rAQCNW9uPh9aHUrx16H6Qm3afkkDYEpCxDqk4HR67IGfzDX-Pt7/s1600/DSCF6681.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508454058603141026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8VXicz9Nncb_uKB8s0lATqWgMKKG2PsHt2-MBGOL7hVmXD2mOgNLexZpIIx308ob-UOFQSgbJmSaxx0yT6wypIOR4rAQCNW9uPh9aHUrx16H6Qm3afkkDYEpCxDqk4HR67IGfzDX-Pt7/s400/DSCF6681.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jessie, Kevin, and Jacob enjoyed white water rafting down the river and we enjoyed watching them.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMsI7YmgyX1Fg46unbfKZidIQq5edx-78M8ka_5w05ThOH_QqVHwUuENv3Wd6vMloBibnbxaukyEqqKbwUjiAe91M0kxz0oZ75udrvemb6l-IdD0Ty7gV2DYsIcFIouUDfgdifWp67JvN/s1600/DSCF6727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452651174863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMsI7YmgyX1Fg46unbfKZidIQq5edx-78M8ka_5w05ThOH_QqVHwUuENv3Wd6vMloBibnbxaukyEqqKbwUjiAe91M0kxz0oZ75udrvemb6l-IdD0Ty7gV2DYsIcFIouUDfgdifWp67JvN/s400/DSCF6727.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of one of our many hikes. This is the hiline hike near Logan Pass. You can see it is quite steep, but amazingly beautiful. And, notice how the kids are dressed. The temperatures were in the 40's some of the time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFxouyMWNXhB6A9ChjMSoLCEq2BBtHp62_EPcPqJw3hZ_bwlkZk7eFVMtio0Y2JyWdtR2eCocN9AeMY-kPKpQZCZCA4a8ibM4761tEsSUNpOX-LMxeULJ33EeLAOPPJghxZd2bxDj4wgN/s1600/DSCF6809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452637974737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFxouyMWNXhB6A9ChjMSoLCEq2BBtHp62_EPcPqJw3hZ_bwlkZk7eFVMtio0Y2JyWdtR2eCocN9AeMY-kPKpQZCZCA4a8ibM4761tEsSUNpOX-LMxeULJ33EeLAOPPJghxZd2bxDj4wgN/s400/DSCF6809.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7gG6yXh5KzrCG0peolwLS81Fr6i-85_3DwySBNJF7F-imH_i3B64Y0FkmkFRF38eTKie6HsFuIPmyMm9HD2-vL4C6Ejt6gIc2a1z8OJy4yDlIefm4W9YMcU3Osq3upW9H7JPKQ4Vn_tH/s1600/DSCF6822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452632765393474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7gG6yXh5KzrCG0peolwLS81Fr6i-85_3DwySBNJF7F-imH_i3B64Y0FkmkFRF38eTKie6HsFuIPmyMm9HD2-vL4C6Ejt6gIc2a1z8OJy4yDlIefm4W9YMcU3Osq3upW9H7JPKQ4Vn_tH/s400/DSCF6822.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the only glacier that can be seen from the Going to the Sun Road, the only road that crosses the park.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjktb_2GBM3-5ikut-cqd3jwl0dQ8h5HqUGNoW7yB8tEMb6FK4dKY5PHt0sCs3m8pmyeR9txwDV8kquIZzYpZvbwImShitFnLAWDodi7XvvwOcRHCETjUVPMu7EcHT2Bmoo0zD2kiV15yG/s1600/DSCF6845.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452629420056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjktb_2GBM3-5ikut-cqd3jwl0dQ8h5HqUGNoW7yB8tEMb6FK4dKY5PHt0sCs3m8pmyeR9txwDV8kquIZzYpZvbwImShitFnLAWDodi7XvvwOcRHCETjUVPMu7EcHT2Bmoo0zD2kiV15yG/s400/DSCF6845.JPG" border="0" /></a>I love this picture of the hike to St. Mary's Falls. You can gain a perspective of the heighth of the trees--the Douglas firs.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfO02QGSxcYrXVsu9e8QDsV32MD6EXt6aIUk_JtY0n7ZKVET-DRLKznFEKgJ_FjVBwe-6ju1eqL6N1qqSL7ngQry1r_2yrRcmRp5Xt_TxSboxOvk0EI9hZQcg8Ac1-iEIqsRMgrA4ydK0y/s1600/DSCF6857.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452625346260482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfO02QGSxcYrXVsu9e8QDsV32MD6EXt6aIUk_JtY0n7ZKVET-DRLKznFEKgJ_FjVBwe-6ju1eqL6N1qqSL7ngQry1r_2yrRcmRp5Xt_TxSboxOvk0EI9hZQcg8Ac1-iEIqsRMgrA4ydK0y/s400/DSCF6857.JPG" border="0" /></a>This next picture is one of the kids picking huckleberries. Unfortunately, I don't have a good picture of the berries--not sure why, no excuse. They look like a blueberry, but slightly smaller, on the outside, but they are juicier and tastier and the juice is red. They are the main food for bears at this time of year, but we enjoyed them just as much as the bears do. Fortunately, the bears let us have some without bothering us about it. Notice, we had a warmer day this time.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiyH905ETdgOyEfLYaS36QlqjiZnhoYITGbmDqTb2RZDj1wI3TPoH-WfrfvD7HfMOK7PglScFmkvcL6jkWci6zpYINgO-icMf6Gg_w-2MsFAKiSXDx3rxbx5ZGjGp4ChJRhpKnscPCKno/s1600/DSCF6981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508451356398870242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiyH905ETdgOyEfLYaS36QlqjiZnhoYITGbmDqTb2RZDj1wI3TPoH-WfrfvD7HfMOK7PglScFmkvcL6jkWci6zpYINgO-icMf6Gg_w-2MsFAKiSXDx3rxbx5ZGjGp4ChJRhpKnscPCKno/s400/DSCF6981.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was taken on our hike to Aster Falls at Two Medicine, where Jessie worked.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv88AoPoe3ddmWzTRcsl8arzT6xjTvW6ZvPDOjZZlcDs-Pw-mQQ3Nga24ruS-BQp6by1NVTsUMGrdvMdbYVd4HrXy7PGIBOzhwya5juXMhzuFHCuCK72tzJGYcE3H3L6PhU7885DEKDepY/s1600/DSCF7007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508449901052828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv88AoPoe3ddmWzTRcsl8arzT6xjTvW6ZvPDOjZZlcDs-Pw-mQQ3Nga24ruS-BQp6by1NVTsUMGrdvMdbYVd4HrXy7PGIBOzhwya5juXMhzuFHCuCK72tzJGYcE3H3L6PhU7885DEKDepY/s400/DSCF7007.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the lake and mountains at Two Medicine. I just had to try my hand at one of those classic reflection pictures.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcznocquPkSGPNwtsV1DkSWdkoT4W3wCe0DqW06U-ky9PDy3xhyphenhyphenbiLMjA8wi9jnmUv8cu1iufwLwrqN5uuxpYJgxIBg_1HEzeZh9Z2wkefGTthfPlN1YEKYgw2-5ORjFVV6TOrD_YQOVFe/s1600/DSCF6913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508449922354392050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcznocquPkSGPNwtsV1DkSWdkoT4W3wCe0DqW06U-ky9PDy3xhyphenhyphenbiLMjA8wi9jnmUv8cu1iufwLwrqN5uuxpYJgxIBg_1HEzeZh9Z2wkefGTthfPlN1YEKYgw2-5ORjFVV6TOrD_YQOVFe/s400/DSCF6913.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, of course, my blog entry would not be complete without a flower picture. I was pleasantly surprised at the numbers and beauty of the wildflowers at Glacier. This is my favorite photo of indian paintbrush.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuBCZtp50cxMkYpLxex1CNvYDISCNQRoF-xEHA-0nQNxuF6Sax21uL1JlRfLHTyGrlyawmwD9JZAO-Wb-i5zNLRDOGmMeTlEXgWQPHLIWxoRjONVho1jv50w8KPykj2P-aAkjDFOJu9sc/s1600/DSCF6991.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508449915714001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuBCZtp50cxMkYpLxex1CNvYDISCNQRoF-xEHA-0nQNxuF6Sax21uL1JlRfLHTyGrlyawmwD9JZAO-Wb-i5zNLRDOGmMeTlEXgWQPHLIWxoRjONVho1jv50w8KPykj2P-aAkjDFOJu9sc/s400/DSCF6991.JPG" border="0" /></a>Next time I'll blog about Wyoming.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-7709464987350562232010-08-05T20:25:00.000-07:002010-08-05T20:54:07.686-07:00Rainey and her Featherweight Singer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6C_3IOWViBCRjT-YNIdhKabyz5fH8_YFOTcNy3V1tXbFaFVBtW7fl2aRogdppji7N26xMPlW21aZrpF6tEUwTOT5mxWHmSgoU0za3Al7HsX_goINxwvHy2_95djnQoGQV5WAUp0mtDsz/s1600/DSCF6142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502134793046470354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6C_3IOWViBCRjT-YNIdhKabyz5fH8_YFOTcNy3V1tXbFaFVBtW7fl2aRogdppji7N26xMPlW21aZrpF6tEUwTOT5mxWHmSgoU0za3Al7HsX_goINxwvHy2_95djnQoGQV5WAUp0mtDsz/s400/DSCF6142.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was my first opportunity to have time with Rainey one-on-one, and we did some really fun things. One of the first was, of course, have a tea party. Check out our hats, and don't forget to notice the flowers on the table. Before the tea party we had to make magazine paper flowers, like the ones I made with Paisley. Those are so cool.<br /><br />But, my main project with Rainey was teaching her to do a little sewing. Her mom and her grandma both have one of these darling little Singer sewing machines--called featherweights and made in about 1955. Michelle's belonged to HER grandmother, so it is quite precious.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjS9yzVc2EPARR-vETNBd4H0szY41AU6YaI9hxvb-HDZ5DOKXwV7mUQ_Hrl_9X-DbhetR9MLElbrEMcVHIuAoiRWXCaaOu7ahMOpqj3lI7u5ppAHIW7xIO5va27-WI5iwivAYQkssdjPD/s1600/DSCF6161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502134788667488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjS9yzVc2EPARR-vETNBd4H0szY41AU6YaI9hxvb-HDZ5DOKXwV7mUQ_Hrl_9X-DbhetR9MLElbrEMcVHIuAoiRWXCaaOu7ahMOpqj3lI7u5ppAHIW7xIO5va27-WI5iwivAYQkssdjPD/s400/DSCF6161.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rainey had never done any sewing before and was very excited to learn. Here she is making her first stitches on paper without thread.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikicYVDmuNMDGpC9w_RK4-tSQQ17PuqUjZ79a5SRQRcLsD53ATcBSz8I7PK7GLAIEa7DHiT7vf16M9x-FQPKpXvMnCFzKOxieT8aUyP6tCqD8kVPJaDhCAnUyQI2lwFL9_zPr7H2tceJXR/s1600/DSCF6160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502134781896784658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikicYVDmuNMDGpC9w_RK4-tSQQ17PuqUjZ79a5SRQRcLsD53ATcBSz8I7PK7GLAIEa7DHiT7vf16M9x-FQPKpXvMnCFzKOxieT8aUyP6tCqD8kVPJaDhCAnUyQI2lwFL9_zPr7H2tceJXR/s400/DSCF6160.JPG" border="0" /></a>She already knew she wanted to make a quilt and she knew she wanted it in rainbow colors. So, we had a fun trip to Joann's Fabrics to buy a 1/8 yd strip of each of the rainbow colors. It took some time, but she had a good eye for what pieces would go together, even though she felt Joann's had a bazillion to choose from.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WVG8x5mPDvmUfHi7Bq-IUxJs-79_pPvsKmV18czI7UcMl9hTOoA-9lqm8V4OeXeerWE2Ja-N4FMYOoAyhD1NoePFxMhRhAzG8GFmGqadOAFKKEgOM7RRY4d1p1iPLc5oB9aqRHoyGT-K/s1600/DSCF6163.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502134773325056674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WVG8x5mPDvmUfHi7Bq-IUxJs-79_pPvsKmV18czI7UcMl9hTOoA-9lqm8V4OeXeerWE2Ja-N4FMYOoAyhD1NoePFxMhRhAzG8GFmGqadOAFKKEgOM7RRY4d1p1iPLc5oB9aqRHoyGT-K/s400/DSCF6163.JPG" border="0" /></a> She did most of the sewing herself. She was a very quick learner and a hard worker. Here she's about halfway done. I thought we would get it started, then she could finish it after I left. BUT, we completed the whole project in 2 days!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_Ah6No-qQ2wvHy_4NH9Uph0PFaXexslidBi9fDgZehfbLgehw_vcAb7C5I-vxbJacz6WwqtuQA7Q-zKDUBGUHwOxFhtF5AQiTR5K2TmtIy7QfOlCTAV2jKMQNItteQCokY8G23_QNTdI/s1600/DSCF6165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133779607161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_Ah6No-qQ2wvHy_4NH9Uph0PFaXexslidBi9fDgZehfbLgehw_vcAb7C5I-vxbJacz6WwqtuQA7Q-zKDUBGUHwOxFhtF5AQiTR5K2TmtIy7QfOlCTAV2jKMQNItteQCokY8G23_QNTdI/s400/DSCF6165.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is when the top was finished. Her dog Abby insisted on being in the picture. We had cut out all the squares, then Rainey arranged and rearranged them until she came up with this plan. I think she did a great job.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiFwqkciTazaDt1__Z-1iLTjKKku53r_pT3dIEIS-MY5iVnWqh4vdoplJnzy6JJWU2U835wCTvlUJry3joXslQecTD4AAqs5u_7JdGwaozD3LwgkPxXncL_Fiu9hgILGx0Yy1shZQleRA/s1600/DSCF6269.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133777320939138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiFwqkciTazaDt1__Z-1iLTjKKku53r_pT3dIEIS-MY5iVnWqh4vdoplJnzy6JJWU2U835wCTvlUJry3joXslQecTD4AAqs5u_7JdGwaozD3LwgkPxXncL_Fiu9hgILGx0Yy1shZQleRA/s400/DSCF6269.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the final showing after we added the back and binding. Isn't it cute?</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTEV1mgTSGsGgtBogTyZGF2b2uAwyF5iTGD37TwMl6M8ixgsh8w_zFLSx215kyBJ6agqALOxOd7ZvOI_nt2-rvfi-rPJOqHxjB6CG_lbJvAGiJtRqY_OHlA4j57n3GfxlzllFbYvrY81j/s1600/DSCF6248.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133756370608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTEV1mgTSGsGgtBogTyZGF2b2uAwyF5iTGD37TwMl6M8ixgsh8w_zFLSx215kyBJ6agqALOxOd7ZvOI_nt2-rvfi-rPJOqHxjB6CG_lbJvAGiJtRqY_OHlA4j57n3GfxlzllFbYvrY81j/s400/DSCF6248.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another thing I've enjoyed doing is exploring a couple of Austin's nature trails. Brian took me on one yesterday and today Michelle and Rainey took me on a different one. Both were in wooded areas along a creek--different, but similar.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW8PXQouFIfYQQT-9xhTfN18paVW6MzJEW1qhahpx13fonaReDmAHmTOx7B4gKybCApVRiQWM41EcBTNW0-xJ0AB_2oeXfqEokY2ZN1BVQGBa1xTaTe6FrFJbjjfZzn_OIgHNxGbvcxTm/s1600/DSCF6240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133767495560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW8PXQouFIfYQQT-9xhTfN18paVW6MzJEW1qhahpx13fonaReDmAHmTOx7B4gKybCApVRiQWM41EcBTNW0-xJ0AB_2oeXfqEokY2ZN1BVQGBa1xTaTe6FrFJbjjfZzn_OIgHNxGbvcxTm/s400/DSCF6240.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yesterday we girls went to a farm to buy some local produce. It was rather rustic, but the veggies were great. We bought okra and eggplant, both of which we grilled for supper (yummy!), and red sweet peppers.</div><div> </div><div>Not sure why, but I loved this picture of the workers' gloves hanging on the porch to dry. I just had to share it with you.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSW335WFy9Ta3Chn3MHIG7iS-MpuMtF0Ul5A7pRVuYV9xLhybZlUx5yO4q7zup0dlWhgty1fcJB8fJJmYdCM-_ah-nJLXdqKKUBoHbkK-F1Kjo8M_jd9GDB-d46Hq-CVDOtmuJ5IbFhs1/s1600/DSCF6242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133758327509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSW335WFy9Ta3Chn3MHIG7iS-MpuMtF0Ul5A7pRVuYV9xLhybZlUx5yO4q7zup0dlWhgty1fcJB8fJJmYdCM-_ah-nJLXdqKKUBoHbkK-F1Kjo8M_jd9GDB-d46Hq-CVDOtmuJ5IbFhs1/s400/DSCF6242.JPG" border="0" /></a>Have a great day! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-88918962240287147562010-08-02T14:10:00.000-07:002010-08-02T14:39:16.464-07:00Great Texas Balloon Race<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Zvzkhf8rJtxv0NIX4aJ-A0zJk4wKniSvuK6ua3dP9l8RHChiGXjPCrISsLn6vIUiRoTiHzOM6yCeiA9YtCBYPayihsYB3GBhVLXHJQYIXWyPZLjJbHre1lzCJ0C26_b15TUBowz9pyzf/s1600/DSCF6057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500925732712439986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Zvzkhf8rJtxv0NIX4aJ-A0zJk4wKniSvuK6ua3dP9l8RHChiGXjPCrISsLn6vIUiRoTiHzOM6yCeiA9YtCBYPayihsYB3GBhVLXHJQYIXWyPZLjJbHre1lzCJ0C26_b15TUBowz9pyzf/s400/DSCF6057.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is probably my favorite photo from the Great Texas Balloon Race which began early last Friday morning. The balloons launch at an undisclosed location and have to fly over a target and drop a flag. The one closest to the pole is the winner. This year the target was at a park just a couple blocks from Annie, so I was able to be very close to the balloons--they were flying right over me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyklx9hwWLg9HXVi-V7Zta0SuUBS4IrPC_zABF79oUSXVNJRZeDRbel4urwsyG0uCJamy37KvoduMnSukzkIBl24HVd3sgO0ffRnUJJxoEnp1p8v22AW3NX7JSsh7sVZoKcKrlY5K2APd/s1600/DSCF6081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500925729310019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyklx9hwWLg9HXVi-V7Zta0SuUBS4IrPC_zABF79oUSXVNJRZeDRbel4urwsyG0uCJamy37KvoduMnSukzkIBl24HVd3sgO0ffRnUJJxoEnp1p8v22AW3NX7JSsh7sVZoKcKrlY5K2APd/s400/DSCF6081.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love the variety of balloons--colors, color patterns, shapes, and advertising.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYej7UH0KkDaOwsMX_FUE9u5C6z9ihpgtgq7YMEVp2-LmWdC2fLWQz774ZnM7j5S_-38l7yNW5O0C-iGl5FqkNnDLr2p7UoKVbhRKdPef7dJ0S-nLY1RwjwD_Oz1BySspNxTxIuvolgWQ9/s1600/DSCF6082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500925725374670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYej7UH0KkDaOwsMX_FUE9u5C6z9ihpgtgq7YMEVp2-LmWdC2fLWQz774ZnM7j5S_-38l7yNW5O0C-iGl5FqkNnDLr2p7UoKVbhRKdPef7dJ0S-nLY1RwjwD_Oz1BySspNxTxIuvolgWQ9/s400/DSCF6082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejNb2coPsZrka901OvQEpMgSHdJs-viLPdCOmPiYb1kjfq8sdoNdImcQIbwje0Bf49woW3cnKnmiaDQ0uM24amGpaJc-ltR6rRjAHQD4TczxIo_qMXQweh3ekZBM53P2qqBoFCfyqLbqU/s1600/DSCF6100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500925721082754626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejNb2coPsZrka901OvQEpMgSHdJs-viLPdCOmPiYb1kjfq8sdoNdImcQIbwje0Bf49woW3cnKnmiaDQ0uM24amGpaJc-ltR6rRjAHQD4TczxIo_qMXQweh3ekZBM53P2qqBoFCfyqLbqU/s400/DSCF6100.JPG" border="0" /></a>On Saturday Annie, Paisley and I woke at 5:30 so we could be at the airport by 6:30. The balloonists study the wind, then launch at least two miles away and try to fly over a complicated target at the airport. This is the sight as the balloons starting coming in.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Raad0syQqSmkjVlbB64pWmqU-mTiO1KQ0lQUUQq-bLjnEmDbbQYbblAthxiTRq1XtDjHlMMjixT8PWIQg76GaVZobubkis-6LAAPTS6zhAicLPz04NGknZWFoMly73J6i0gcB-cw0Pzd/s1600/DSCF6108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500925719457762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Raad0syQqSmkjVlbB64pWmqU-mTiO1KQ0lQUUQq-bLjnEmDbbQYbblAthxiTRq1XtDjHlMMjixT8PWIQg76GaVZobubkis-6LAAPTS6zhAicLPz04NGknZWFoMly73J6i0gcB-cw0Pzd/s400/DSCF6108.JPG" border="0" /></a> They drop two (?) flags over a baseball field shaped target and try to drop a ring over a pole at the home plate location. If they're the first balloonist to drop their ring over the pole, they receive $500 plus a share in the $5,000 that is divided among all balloonists who ring the pole Saturday and Sunday. I'm not sure who won, but this balloon was a contender. You can barely see the red flag dropping, but you can see the pole.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3_fytj870sDLxEpZ1lANOojjYttEuEJr_HHbjK1y3l3maj4vBv7DwyblD0wuWxW1MG-rxda1_URBS_XgGhYBCjAkKhNoj6Vl8O_XZDmNYZFT1iNoeCFhldkUWq3OqDtWyABZon9ITqtG/s1600/DSCF6127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924552943025010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3_fytj870sDLxEpZ1lANOojjYttEuEJr_HHbjK1y3l3maj4vBv7DwyblD0wuWxW1MG-rxda1_URBS_XgGhYBCjAkKhNoj6Vl8O_XZDmNYZFT1iNoeCFhldkUWq3OqDtWyABZon9ITqtG/s400/DSCF6127.JPG" border="0" /></a>The last balloons to arrive are usually the shape balloons. I don't know if they're last because they're bigger or harder to maneuver, or just more careful about bumping into other balloons. They are always the kids' favorites. This one is the purple people eater, which is always at the race in Longview, and the bee is one of two bees that were new this year. Both were fun!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HE5W90PfkLrBwgJncT6VMPOsjs3a2qsB2o5xsk1Ja6Gh63lhvm46CbBAiCHRvGLDUxY3nX7E19-EZw0rSgjXPuaBsP9Lieib1qWGfr0w5NoKDsf67SCd2Oh6H2RNitaR0Wu-OYzy3Pq7/s1600/DSCF6114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924544903000738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HE5W90PfkLrBwgJncT6VMPOsjs3a2qsB2o5xsk1Ja6Gh63lhvm46CbBAiCHRvGLDUxY3nX7E19-EZw0rSgjXPuaBsP9Lieib1qWGfr0w5NoKDsf67SCd2Oh6H2RNitaR0Wu-OYzy3Pq7/s400/DSCF6114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxIwl3ECP0qBS5T0mVxtm-xmXHenH-myQjigh0lDKKrMG2ixhejynsQFE6fZ-HrqWHTzd6o4CmGPtMsQ-tO2eVDw7Y6R2-ggivwiWHfpw5H0aFW5ZHpqkB7L8yvU_8DyupUbD2KCtGkmH/s1600/DSCF6124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924538957840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxIwl3ECP0qBS5T0mVxtm-xmXHenH-myQjigh0lDKKrMG2ixhejynsQFE6fZ-HrqWHTzd6o4CmGPtMsQ-tO2eVDw7Y6R2-ggivwiWHfpw5H0aFW5ZHpqkB7L8yvU_8DyupUbD2KCtGkmH/s400/DSCF6124.JPG" border="0" /></a> Before leaving for Brian's on Sunday after church, I got to go to Paisley's Sunday School class with her because Annie was subbing for the regular teacher that morning. Their lesson was "God is Strong," and was about Moses and how God used him to rescue the Israelites and destroy the Egyptians.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOsFOADGajgR-TIo9Q5LOoZGvJNsI7F0bxVg0mgDENmy6vMrSnlnYP_1VzQ6AYMbz52LdKlKUkCL38eYZB96YIsQ7jToYjN7E4V51wQjpW18kka2soSAHODP8sT0hoFUhb8frMjCnGVQH/s1600/DSCF6135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924535284664930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOsFOADGajgR-TIo9Q5LOoZGvJNsI7F0bxVg0mgDENmy6vMrSnlnYP_1VzQ6AYMbz52LdKlKUkCL38eYZB96YIsQ7jToYjN7E4V51wQjpW18kka2soSAHODP8sT0hoFUhb8frMjCnGVQH/s400/DSCF6135.JPG" border="0" /></a> Have a great day!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-9679356375556549212010-07-30T11:47:00.000-07:002010-07-30T12:33:32.628-07:00Hanging Out with Paisley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVvQVGgurDCsds_yHIqH4eiVHvXlv4TpAnajEPwGiO7Lxe03bQVtAU69ppXtuZ4ISQ_x1sSJyoGg-eyA37ndc0ikZ1iD5Fb9SPhbCyfGnCfv3hxorlCC3UaCBIR8RAT8DVUqX20F_W0TA/s1600/DSCF5998.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499783251394069714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVvQVGgurDCsds_yHIqH4eiVHvXlv4TpAnajEPwGiO7Lxe03bQVtAU69ppXtuZ4ISQ_x1sSJyoGg-eyA37ndc0ikZ1iD5Fb9SPhbCyfGnCfv3hxorlCC3UaCBIR8RAT8DVUqX20F_W0TA/s400/DSCF5998.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture of the crepe myrtle in Annie's yard was supposed to be at the end, but turned up here at the beginning. Still beautiful.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr87jdus4GaIzFOmcR35h9PfRnxhPOiEMC0t6m6ViIfwgGQsl7m1rIcVrGWLjo3d648j7QcQHZFyw95sEmbRBy56tVhLleo78WDhA1J-0sC6vyzTuDKWo9ZVczDL9JoYHNMrf0wSIc_74d/s1600/DSCF5944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499779182675126242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr87jdus4GaIzFOmcR35h9PfRnxhPOiEMC0t6m6ViIfwgGQsl7m1rIcVrGWLjo3d648j7QcQHZFyw95sEmbRBy56tVhLleo78WDhA1J-0sC6vyzTuDKWo9ZVczDL9JoYHNMrf0wSIc_74d/s400/DSCF5944.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hanging out with Paisley has been loads of fun. We've done a variety of things together. Here's an interesting clay castle that was fun.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlVsr9N9zmM32twoX30n3qYILeAR6TCNOxMU_jXrGThF51LzZvXU4DYShtPJFRNpTAbeFkUadOmcwra2ecxqYtWYOCxsM9g9rLhWiDfNRvrcGVIJbeyy1b0G6I96c32Aat2k49jzjb2Ge/s1600/DSCF5945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499779177378355426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlVsr9N9zmM32twoX30n3qYILeAR6TCNOxMU_jXrGThF51LzZvXU4DYShtPJFRNpTAbeFkUadOmcwra2ecxqYtWYOCxsM9g9rLhWiDfNRvrcGVIJbeyy1b0G6I96c32Aat2k49jzjb2Ge/s400/DSCF5945.JPG" border="0" /></a> One day we took Paisley's scooter to her local park.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Another day we went to the local Farmer's Market and John was fascinated with this bean sheller one of the vendors had in the back of his pick-up. Customers were lined up for the black-eyed peas (purple hull beans) he was shelling.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p4qaQtJ-q7HWZfwiFrZu0Kx4quL2Edes1HxF3n7regxSJSH2l0ovCqmUdroj4kv0zJulmxu2ZFDVn9Twq2f8fvfe6WMwWLhR0P8N2yXPnpqeWNBaCkV1uGOdgC5xJdhXqHOtf0P41eAY/s1600/DSCF5965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499779165414803986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p4qaQtJ-q7HWZfwiFrZu0Kx4quL2Edes1HxF3n7regxSJSH2l0ovCqmUdroj4kv0zJulmxu2ZFDVn9Twq2f8fvfe6WMwWLhR0P8N2yXPnpqeWNBaCkV1uGOdgC5xJdhXqHOtf0P41eAY/s400/DSCF5965.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's Paisley with John, holding the fresh blueberries we bought.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrMIeIunNX9TzGbS0bdkDQW96t49WR2NtuOJHcB1oabR1YxadWCqdRmi5eJmBD0fxXTm_mnRQZpgd8BVlYvnmfUyGArY4-rT09GRl3xXWkD4t0nLuljVxWr2HU5mKMi4PIhLEaxB2irJ5/s1600/DSCF5966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499779155710764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrMIeIunNX9TzGbS0bdkDQW96t49WR2NtuOJHcB1oabR1YxadWCqdRmi5eJmBD0fxXTm_mnRQZpgd8BVlYvnmfUyGArY4-rT09GRl3xXWkD4t0nLuljVxWr2HU5mKMi4PIhLEaxB2irJ5/s400/DSCF5966.JPG" border="0" /></a> After the market we went to Kid's View, a super neat park with all kinds of towers, slides, bridges, etc.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJakh3zCSv83kQhlaek3aojPMwOzBEtmCO0LJbIPIlFWysNJfmg2ctrQAhhOwaTccOhs6H-w3zp140HcP0nm-X0ahw9VqmUj2UpoHuymGMbXwu-MAYkQ3TaBumnHPl72g5CiKzZQaYzlr/s1600/DSCF5986.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499779143806663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJakh3zCSv83kQhlaek3aojPMwOzBEtmCO0LJbIPIlFWysNJfmg2ctrQAhhOwaTccOhs6H-w3zp140HcP0nm-X0ahw9VqmUj2UpoHuymGMbXwu-MAYkQ3TaBumnHPl72g5CiKzZQaYzlr/s400/DSCF5986.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love this picture of Paisley peeking through this frame. Aren't her curls darling?<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdirn48Fg-93kY8eHS7hdDMXpjFBkBJBNgCvGiyFOAncydqrIR4ROVJMDs6-HsjOGzSle0WNaOwvQJK7dG7SjBCBlEh89NBCGe2WrzjlM5Fj2Jjtb-u5igAXtCqKuSvMzWv4TWhmF3MkrG/s1600/DSCF5983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499777011424600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdirn48Fg-93kY8eHS7hdDMXpjFBkBJBNgCvGiyFOAncydqrIR4ROVJMDs6-HsjOGzSle0WNaOwvQJK7dG7SjBCBlEh89NBCGe2WrzjlM5Fj2Jjtb-u5igAXtCqKuSvMzWv4TWhmF3MkrG/s400/DSCF5983.JPG" border="0" /></a> This little horse made from a tire is unique!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipFRaO-4jyDysqVJUDY84CMDKiALmX4TJcP2gmqVIH9HAjEpk564KSB9vZwhyphenhyphenfUVTuFmB9RbuDY472j_PqC7spJPDLOt-BzNp9xwNJiNv7ECMi2Nh2y7LxB-CWUf2zu73rf5kbtp3hbpU/s1600/DSCF5987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499777007211905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipFRaO-4jyDysqVJUDY84CMDKiALmX4TJcP2gmqVIH9HAjEpk564KSB9vZwhyphenhyphenfUVTuFmB9RbuDY472j_PqC7spJPDLOt-BzNp9xwNJiNv7ECMi2Nh2y7LxB-CWUf2zu73rf5kbtp3hbpU/s400/DSCF5987.JPG" border="0" /></a> One day Paisley and I had a tea party. We planned to do it on the deck, but a downpour prevented that (since Paisley is terrified of even a tiny sprinkle). We planned to wear Paisley's pink hats, but she chickened out on me.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMobYTL-1vh8RoCVELyxZxotK7XZRa_visQOOxSfUgbRY7s2inaPUOYCU3IASwNi9XU8dlpaHDxacgvhJltdifnfZTEBoQt4F3kJAVJ1FCHCA411NTO6jx6Bp6Tb0PsiaPG419YGIFpjAD/s1600/DSCF5990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499776998470318594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMobYTL-1vh8RoCVELyxZxotK7XZRa_visQOOxSfUgbRY7s2inaPUOYCU3IASwNi9XU8dlpaHDxacgvhJltdifnfZTEBoQt4F3kJAVJ1FCHCA411NTO6jx6Bp6Tb0PsiaPG419YGIFpjAD/s400/DSCF5990.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a better picture. Notice our flowers--we made them from magazine pages.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6SFaX1edlDBOZCCP5VF1BmalYJ7QNSwc3vTjR1B6GcDHNt1TcDmpuGhPSsa9T99uzkJ8thNowndZWyc0cLObogIIMgxDPgiy2frwHevAsIczIbDca8Z_ZrJS5hxtcVUhP6perpmPqpL5/s1600/DSCF5993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499776990856388066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6SFaX1edlDBOZCCP5VF1BmalYJ7QNSwc3vTjR1B6GcDHNt1TcDmpuGhPSsa9T99uzkJ8thNowndZWyc0cLObogIIMgxDPgiy2frwHevAsIczIbDca8Z_ZrJS5hxtcVUhP6perpmPqpL5/s400/DSCF5993.JPG" border="0" /></a> Check back for pictures of the Great Texas Balloon Race. It began this morning.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-59648802938835538012010-07-26T14:19:00.000-07:002010-07-26T15:32:42.739-07:00From Minnesota to Texas in 2 days!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JyKGty75bb88o26F9Zi4sfejPf7QjyAGoBb2iIrDo9ZoB10S9cvLEXDHDuIq2HsYCfTUT-ySQL6xZFcwU9sm6e5NgpxKAKOu_jkDYSwTXk6y9mZFrzKveJmlUtUwmSlGs5UgLx1CV9oC/s1600/Summer+2010+482.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334772638741298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JyKGty75bb88o26F9Zi4sfejPf7QjyAGoBb2iIrDo9ZoB10S9cvLEXDHDuIq2HsYCfTUT-ySQL6xZFcwU9sm6e5NgpxKAKOu_jkDYSwTXk6y9mZFrzKveJmlUtUwmSlGs5UgLx1CV9oC/s400/Summer+2010+482.jpg" border="0" /></a> My last outing with Emily and Bri in Minnesota was to the Como Park Zoo and Conservatory in St. Paul. Como is a nice-sized zoo complete with animals, butterflies, and beautiful flowers, as well as playground and picnic area. Although they ask for a $2 donation, anyone can visit for free. But, our special treat for the day was the carousel. It was also free that day. It was built in 1912 in Philadelphia and was a fixture of the Minnesota State Fair for many years.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa6kEgwxAXYDLAvAOkXUPkjNoR02D14tCR_PffPUZuwYo66H7kFZAgDmode4mSNa2yVrYCBtCF3wLT9mseN2PVII4PnI2uw1Mnyo0mFz6q09QRQpAlrHraF-wDjwnjIrK9A4KPFCV8X9K/s1600/Summer+2010+484.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334769313868402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa6kEgwxAXYDLAvAOkXUPkjNoR02D14tCR_PffPUZuwYo66H7kFZAgDmode4mSNa2yVrYCBtCF3wLT9mseN2PVII4PnI2uw1Mnyo0mFz6q09QRQpAlrHraF-wDjwnjIrK9A4KPFCV8X9K/s400/Summer+2010+484.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emily and Bri were thrilled with their ride. We even went back for a second ride after our picnic lunch.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_HDo2tuZPhGb3dgUyfHueqSfz1ZZtAEpIA-YHOhTBq5fS8Vb9eC6h9XS-FC8n25SyXwjTFY1sLDM8x09sxjg3BbPWT6eUYVNM_2LM9H3ghtX0KoCthDILgObUzD4J2Yt_-1kcax4C12q/s1600/Summer+2010+504.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334762205472770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_HDo2tuZPhGb3dgUyfHueqSfz1ZZtAEpIA-YHOhTBq5fS8Vb9eC6h9XS-FC8n25SyXwjTFY1sLDM8x09sxjg3BbPWT6eUYVNM_2LM9H3ghtX0KoCthDILgObUzD4J2Yt_-1kcax4C12q/s400/Summer+2010+504.jpg" border="0" /></a> There were many great animals at the zoo--polar bears, giraffe, lions, and others--but my favorites were the butterflies. They have a beautiful giant butterfly exhibit shaped like a caterpillar.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tQVEOapmpwyWRC9ZaMduldSti4pyQ6-7ETPI9KT2rZOvRyOLC4k4_TkPy916qGth9s74AwdQcLxnuUe6Zk2vPoTGXiytvwjZpt-KHHW6lzrgP3yidDXQ6faQtcXQFX2rzyrpkK4mzgOk/s1600/Summer+2010+519.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334759573326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tQVEOapmpwyWRC9ZaMduldSti4pyQ6-7ETPI9KT2rZOvRyOLC4k4_TkPy916qGth9s74AwdQcLxnuUe6Zk2vPoTGXiytvwjZpt-KHHW6lzrgP3yidDXQ6faQtcXQFX2rzyrpkK4mzgOk/s400/Summer+2010+519.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another segment of the Como Zoo is the Conservatory, a beautiful garden with a goldfish pond. I loved this picture of Bri looking over the rim at the fish. All the flowers were beautiful, but I chose just this one to give you a taste.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yk9yGSj2MgGfpRnd6bL3k-h9UuNctA3nWQjnrCnpoVv3XqbCqhvbTTPu92mvh9IXungxHhcCRKwcnT6Yd-2Tqdm99ResGPfouJ9_zpxcgqy5-f7V2enTmd4utgHH69IldbZ7vwbbSU2e/s1600/Summer+2010+516.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334743718720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yk9yGSj2MgGfpRnd6bL3k-h9UuNctA3nWQjnrCnpoVv3XqbCqhvbTTPu92mvh9IXungxHhcCRKwcnT6Yd-2Tqdm99ResGPfouJ9_zpxcgqy5-f7V2enTmd4utgHH69IldbZ7vwbbSU2e/s400/Summer+2010+516.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>After John arrived in Minnesota to pick me up and take me back to Nebraska, Jacob's baseball team won their district championship, so we decided to drive to Texas to watch the East Texas state championships. He played in Tyler, TX, which is close to Annie's in Longview, so it worked out well. Brian and Michelle and Rainey also stayed with us, so we had quite the cheering section.</div><div> </div><div>Jacob was the starting pitcher for the first game of the series, so that was exciting for us. He did a great job, but later in the game (when he wasn't pitching) they came upon a rough part and ended up losing the game. Here he is pitching and batting. In the second game, Jacob played right field and caught an amazing fly ball. He had to jump, reach, and land stretched out on the ground. But when he got up, the ball was in his glove! Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of that perfect moment--boo hoo! Also unfortunately, they lost the game and Jacob's season came to an end, but his team (nicknamed the Dirt Bags for their scrappy comebacks) had a wonderful ride.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo8uV3P9bzkqXoaxeKeZdJsZLjL6Li8qpgqjhoc_Jq96afX_zQc7lZnnHuUfkz0aAbetwEUs2ALskMnXaUN-XB9Nev-Z11_Zwxbldw5R-5PIyGVtao1-WYelrHvZ0V6hty4PTZxs82TDH/s1600/Summer+2010+495.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332105454494322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo8uV3P9bzkqXoaxeKeZdJsZLjL6Li8qpgqjhoc_Jq96afX_zQc7lZnnHuUfkz0aAbetwEUs2ALskMnXaUN-XB9Nev-Z11_Zwxbldw5R-5PIyGVtao1-WYelrHvZ0V6hty4PTZxs82TDH/s400/Summer+2010+495.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dl71b7CeD3dwFDJ-S4N4Q76twwHX2aV7nYt5zqIJUf4ahFY5v3PdkCRSmYV1vwyMjhXN5k51x7hs8nOmkF7C0JMMRmRGaXd7gf7FEiMxZiczAEaDChygQ_hkZEwZ10dYQl83w2Jwi_Y1/s1600/Summer+2010+497.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332100802344530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dl71b7CeD3dwFDJ-S4N4Q76twwHX2aV7nYt5zqIJUf4ahFY5v3PdkCRSmYV1vwyMjhXN5k51x7hs8nOmkF7C0JMMRmRGaXd7gf7FEiMxZiczAEaDChygQ_hkZEwZ10dYQl83w2Jwi_Y1/s400/Summer+2010+497.jpg" border="0" /></a> I thought this was a darling picture of John and Paisley at the game.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBBJTZW0wd29qpKcJHi4wESRALC78a0TDhsyWhqfn3v4ko_biwiv-lAuiXT7f6DicLd-QX6Qm4uIVRbOHlQ08IMMWEXXhZayWdpYZSny1Ld1er5h4Tzv_QmOiw4eg89m_2TaEswRLI_jn/s1600/Summer+2010+306.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332124915229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBBJTZW0wd29qpKcJHi4wESRALC78a0TDhsyWhqfn3v4ko_biwiv-lAuiXT7f6DicLd-QX6Qm4uIVRbOHlQ08IMMWEXXhZayWdpYZSny1Ld1er5h4Tzv_QmOiw4eg89m_2TaEswRLI_jn/s400/Summer+2010+306.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here's Paisley and Rainey. They had a lot of fun running around at the ball park.</div><div>At the first game we tried to wear red, so Rainey and John cheered for Nebraska at the same time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82l9LZowjoIVj_Mn5l_gjVZsaqrxyvrn0_n546W2AzK8SCH6yAkcjNq04NY_hSYquCl6QQAfFuLPv03emZIozbKCdcDCTmajm714j8WvRHWh3LPXw6foYoP14kvOC8hB-JLibOfWquoZu/s1600/Summer+2010+310.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332112919711378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82l9LZowjoIVj_Mn5l_gjVZsaqrxyvrn0_n546W2AzK8SCH6yAkcjNq04NY_hSYquCl6QQAfFuLPv03emZIozbKCdcDCTmajm714j8WvRHWh3LPXw6foYoP14kvOC8hB-JLibOfWquoZu/s400/Summer+2010+310.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jacob had promised me we could take a picture after the second game, so he kept his word and put on a happy face in spite of the loss. Thanks, Jacob--you played super.We were so honored to be able to watch you.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUoW9fbzj7nvWL06s3P7jS91bi-XEGdwHgLMBxecfYtohbW2hDCGZFFyyutmrzQhsswiTBcCToLTB6Eo_74O0C4KYdBWfSh082VlgRQltksd0DjN5NSl9jera6oka4hLP11flSthwhxjM/s1600/Summer+2010+338.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498332093317530178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUoW9fbzj7nvWL06s3P7jS91bi-XEGdwHgLMBxecfYtohbW2hDCGZFFyyutmrzQhsswiTBcCToLTB6Eo_74O0C4KYdBWfSh082VlgRQltksd0DjN5NSl9jera6oka4hLP11flSthwhxjM/s400/Summer+2010+338.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-40008210451582607042010-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:002010-07-19T19:30:11.556-07:00Fort Snelling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgJhWKb4j5Of2Uo6kRqEdNq2IB_i7RLzhWDlomGm1mPm5AwmNiVrNyXkuvEvWUp8jFigVqi_s58MIPOaKTJvJ16RGiM9GMNzRmYYBhtmpeZcIv80zXhIwbMamyNLYVXOKCau6PaMvUz2k/s1600/DSCF5740.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495454194678024802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgJhWKb4j5Of2Uo6kRqEdNq2IB_i7RLzhWDlomGm1mPm5AwmNiVrNyXkuvEvWUp8jFigVqi_s58MIPOaKTJvJ16RGiM9GMNzRmYYBhtmpeZcIv80zXhIwbMamyNLYVXOKCau6PaMvUz2k/s400/DSCF5740.JPG" /></a> Minnesota does a fantastic job of making history come alive for both young children and grown-up children. The most recent of my Summer Adventure series is Fort Snelling, established in 1819 to protect the fur trade and show an American presence in Dakota lands. It was later the site for military training from the Civil War to WW II.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh63fC1IYGwi6yVhtKeSn3uaSg09mybYfVv9vrlBCs_VRuD5hkHw85pFL3pgggbXh_ew6DXyVxg7gHdTpYeqLg9A-dzryEAOG1t6UmdPeZdoBfJ8F_38_9DTPbtrhp-isHmOaJaixpNb6N/s1600/DSCF5791.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495454186435629986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh63fC1IYGwi6yVhtKeSn3uaSg09mybYfVv9vrlBCs_VRuD5hkHw85pFL3pgggbXh_ew6DXyVxg7gHdTpYeqLg9A-dzryEAOG1t6UmdPeZdoBfJ8F_38_9DTPbtrhp-isHmOaJaixpNb6N/s400/DSCF5791.JPG" /></a> Entering the gate, we were greeted by this commander of the fort. All the presenters in the fort are in period costume and maintain their character throughout the day. This gentlemen was later our leader for marching and charging.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y9HMIQahTgEX7MO8XsSFKBnX2-U76yZWy7GY88mHqN6JfTIhvKT76tsw51nCYekxkHszTUpgcqfrX24OxEWarFx6ZqZ0Rzh8vYAzCW4xcvorKrnan6bXatrhKfsEdO9yF0Wb0ji_EnKA/s1600/DSCF5746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453947836868674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y9HMIQahTgEX7MO8XsSFKBnX2-U76yZWy7GY88mHqN6JfTIhvKT76tsw51nCYekxkHszTUpgcqfrX24OxEWarFx6ZqZ0Rzh8vYAzCW4xcvorKrnan6bXatrhKfsEdO9yF0Wb0ji_EnKA/s400/DSCF5746.JPG" /></a> This round house is the oldest standing structure in Minnesota. It served as a watchtower and was most probably designed for a "last stand," if needed. The thin windows for looking out and shooting are around the entire tower, so the soldiers could shoot outside the fort, as well as inside.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZDfNLVshkbuHR9JlRzsA3WSZo1QG7_BRXCSTh_UELu0miKPVCNa1DVGgkawvZ88IUykxqSla7gkzUUfXAJ1vd1cGC0neKsyiaZn7_ve3QzbBhQ3uLhkqIlkLCM7ULHeMMRwMh1z1U0aq/s1600/DSCF5749.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453931978907282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZDfNLVshkbuHR9JlRzsA3WSZo1QG7_BRXCSTh_UELu0miKPVCNa1DVGgkawvZ88IUykxqSla7gkzUUfXAJ1vd1cGC0neKsyiaZn7_ve3QzbBhQ3uLhkqIlkLCM7ULHeMMRwMh1z1U0aq/s400/DSCF5749.JPG" /></a> This view from the top of the tower gives a good over-all view of the fort.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDmsE84q5P4YxqqyYnyXD516eYcHLCr4mcSclwcOeWa_APxV2D1POhZtxO8XTuSNzStLxK7k-_XHayLoXLDaJw0SuIFPdGDW2RmJmkJSO5mTSfNKZY7kDHZK0T2KJFfL-40JVEYGEAXbb/s1600/DSCF5757.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453930126522530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDmsE84q5P4YxqqyYnyXD516eYcHLCr4mcSclwcOeWa_APxV2D1POhZtxO8XTuSNzStLxK7k-_XHayLoXLDaJw0SuIFPdGDW2RmJmkJSO5mTSfNKZY7kDHZK0T2KJFfL-40JVEYGEAXbb/s400/DSCF5757.JPG" /></a> This shows the view a soldier would have from inside the tower. You can just barely see the bridge over the Mississippi River.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuAUTXiN4-rF77UiseurwwnlIIXRDrGNZTAlAjv40Z0xu88jZ0ScUo5fh061a6-s1GcTTzEPto00uxQkuMsBq3EQztV6zm7696IVYUIg-p-TUMKjt_Kdl36bhV5yv-LUZkK0RhLQClxI_/s1600/DSCF5790.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453918714429394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuAUTXiN4-rF77UiseurwwnlIIXRDrGNZTAlAjv40Z0xu88jZ0ScUo5fh061a6-s1GcTTzEPto00uxQkuMsBq3EQztV6zm7696IVYUIg-p-TUMKjt_Kdl36bhV5yv-LUZkK0RhLQClxI_/s400/DSCF5790.JPG" /></a> We arrived at the fort in time for Children's Games (each half hour they have a different activity for the visitors). This kind lady was patient enough to give the girls a feel for walking on stilts. I can remember how Jessie and Megan loved these at the museum in Grand Island. John went home and made us several pairs for all the kids to enjoy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmg7FnnUMIuJpopSlbCeV_EExusARLcanhWq3RhNV1bdm_7eZRbiWQ-XOR1GRBmjP8iEww_XDveS0d5L8s3MHcGBioh7bGiJg68_FdHy3uhc_Ik4Gb-Ln5X31WZJ-d__TImFUne0uxokuM/s1600/DSCF5789.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453912244091122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmg7FnnUMIuJpopSlbCeV_EExusARLcanhWq3RhNV1bdm_7eZRbiWQ-XOR1GRBmjP8iEww_XDveS0d5L8s3MHcGBioh7bGiJg68_FdHy3uhc_Ik4Gb-Ln5X31WZJ-d__TImFUne0uxokuM/s400/DSCF5789.JPG" /></a> This picture was taken in the upstairs of the home of Col. and Mrs. Snelling's house. I don't know if they had any children, but I can picture them looking out this window toward the confluence of the Mississippi and Minnesota rivers.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD68vyvToqmLe2Vattoo_wHdl9CaUaPgNZgWFZGgRmkoLBIEsSw1elAHQ1uEGaEO3J-KWpfwbEFFGBnAXTc_XnmDDQj-kBWYKqNc3HIkp87hrsWi1lfUZ66Xft6S59WBXbA-CwK8gD6DvE/s1600/DSCF5773.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452875070719794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD68vyvToqmLe2Vattoo_wHdl9CaUaPgNZgWFZGgRmkoLBIEsSw1elAHQ1uEGaEO3J-KWpfwbEFFGBnAXTc_XnmDDQj-kBWYKqNc3HIkp87hrsWi1lfUZ66Xft6S59WBXbA-CwK8gD6DvE/s400/DSCF5773.JPG" /></a> Another activity was musket firing--quite impressive, but noisy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmW2UHUjK42JrjPompfKL43Z21wX9yVeX_m2Aj7RuzRrBQkQXKsY0hd_33CvlujjJyuVBk7YulIJfsMEgczBE_EDvCF0ZHBqT6RNXL0wRsMF9M2Lh708XJBCtKd6FvcMqMBWsAxPsAm7ho/s1600/DSCF5783.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452870423923698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmW2UHUjK42JrjPompfKL43Z21wX9yVeX_m2Aj7RuzRrBQkQXKsY0hd_33CvlujjJyuVBk7YulIJfsMEgczBE_EDvCF0ZHBqT6RNXL0wRsMF9M2Lh708XJBCtKd6FvcMqMBWsAxPsAm7ho/s400/DSCF5783.JPG" /></a> Following that, was an opportunity for all visitors to line up, learn to march, then charge with their muskets (raised arms) toward the cowards who didn't join the charge. These are my little soldiers listening to their orders. There is not a picture of the charge because I decided I'd rather march than be fired upon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEacgs7iutgaG7L6uw5Mfa4O-lsE5nzWmI2Z6vBZ6PI-LJbOwEMAAtc5PVQqGiWvjCq2MlIWOILvvZBCr3IVSdCkTilSuz42TZaxkIdjuwg-GSIdnpFboqM1poQRDl1VbBWgClECeaMK5u/s1600/DSCF5787.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452861875253970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEacgs7iutgaG7L6uw5Mfa4O-lsE5nzWmI2Z6vBZ6PI-LJbOwEMAAtc5PVQqGiWvjCq2MlIWOILvvZBCr3IVSdCkTilSuz42TZaxkIdjuwg-GSIdnpFboqM1poQRDl1VbBWgClECeaMK5u/s400/DSCF5787.JPG" /></a>We had a wonderful visit to the fort and our only regret was we ran out of time, but that left us wanting to come again. And this picture, as always, is a reminder of all the many brave men and women who have served to protect our country down through the years. Thank you.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVKDiXHKSJtyIfEnYNvabLf7VL61xbkHu2GsF0dNlIe9Uc3tH97bsXxnbhz15X6BJGWrEb0-dcG6LIDLFFx__I7of_X6QnukHPKGcwBzog-s4A1BJrOMWerSMoQQtV8kEerkF75Itmt8p/s1600/DSCF5745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452855977777826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVKDiXHKSJtyIfEnYNvabLf7VL61xbkHu2GsF0dNlIe9Uc3tH97bsXxnbhz15X6BJGWrEb0-dcG6LIDLFFx__I7of_X6QnukHPKGcwBzog-s4A1BJrOMWerSMoQQtV8kEerkF75Itmt8p/s400/DSCF5745.JPG" /></a> And, lest you think all my time with my little girls is spent teaching them history lessons, here's a picture of them having fun at County Market, one of our close grocery stores. As we pulled up, Bri said, "Grandma, do you have any money left? They have a little merry-go-round here."<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSaFjc3y_QP23HpRG_pnN8lRYHrJL6WUx8e34c0aou18jOTSw7MbfsNgbgo2ZO__lGSdUhK-Pa4jE5YSkmCtwskbAMRK6y2F7DnUGol_DyhNLqhZgx8lE0zIKvHma19X57032Tdvij3X0/s1600/DSCF5739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452847668128850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSaFjc3y_QP23HpRG_pnN8lRYHrJL6WUx8e34c0aou18jOTSw7MbfsNgbgo2ZO__lGSdUhK-Pa4jE5YSkmCtwskbAMRK6y2F7DnUGol_DyhNLqhZgx8lE0zIKvHma19X57032Tdvij3X0/s400/DSCF5739.JPG" /></a> Have a good day!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-68583290315308361762010-07-14T19:55:00.000-07:002010-07-19T19:29:01.957-07:00Oliver Kelley Farm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbI5VNxm8P5a2kOIzdqzqTfBxrXkGbc9v8lU0pot6cGBi3rm4H1W97X0lweS1O2f4c0W7QvkK2ixReXfAX2pdEMpjThyO-9QrZfgBaTePv5eQNWBNuXD7FrGGzMpJBLiiSSPTjVXg4FjM/s1600/DSCF5727.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962108860110098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbI5VNxm8P5a2kOIzdqzqTfBxrXkGbc9v8lU0pot6cGBi3rm4H1W97X0lweS1O2f4c0W7QvkK2ixReXfAX2pdEMpjThyO-9QrZfgBaTePv5eQNWBNuXD7FrGGzMpJBLiiSSPTjVXg4FjM/s400/DSCF5727.JPG" /></a> Today the girls and I went to the Oliver Kelley Farm near Elk River, MN, about a half hour west of here. It is a working farm restored from the 1860's. This was our third year to visit, so we were remembering all the animals we'd seen before. This morning at home, Emily said, "I wonder if Daisy will be there?" She has a picture of her with Daisy from last year. Sure enough, Daisy was one of the first animals we saw!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0xcXCszD36Hu9BNdxr6Wqapzd1n16hH9eV7DQ9iI7dnml6TdruBZiFL6f9C2jdNjhFwzeHRDBOJF2lRhzzijeWSjUfilAhpVy0GfBgfS1bBoqNU2f8ABc-RJPgNqntSlcPdANEPsJzh-/s1600/DSCF5675.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962102217340722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0xcXCszD36Hu9BNdxr6Wqapzd1n16hH9eV7DQ9iI7dnml6TdruBZiFL6f9C2jdNjhFwzeHRDBOJF2lRhzzijeWSjUfilAhpVy0GfBgfS1bBoqNU2f8ABc-RJPgNqntSlcPdANEPsJzh-/s400/DSCF5675.JPG" /></a>The farm does a great job of teaching children about work around the farm and Emily and Bri experienced several new things this year. The first was laundry. They were given a piece of clothing, a bar of soap, and a wash board. The lady in charge of laundry today was Emily so the two Emily's had their picture taken together. Bri, who loves to play in water, had a great time.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvbFg68C-6GH-541q0TiUVhbimDT3NAr1UYrsWPKIHxySuW_4z7vUqOCIt_2CUUV6_TJ1XnX2sKj_RuFCKq_2N0p3XdlQnreY1MVeBn0_rSWKXESUWWQmf8Me1fTym8Q6g8ArzmyS5dL3/s1600/DSCF5679.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962095250029426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvbFg68C-6GH-541q0TiUVhbimDT3NAr1UYrsWPKIHxySuW_4z7vUqOCIt_2CUUV6_TJ1XnX2sKj_RuFCKq_2N0p3XdlQnreY1MVeBn0_rSWKXESUWWQmf8Me1fTym8Q6g8ArzmyS5dL3/s400/DSCF5679.JPG" /></a> Here you can see some of the wash on the line and a man working in the hay field beyond the house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZSSqdB_THG99YtdEDVKCkWlRpeSNEnnFx6LV89EW5QDioQGbDo7IFU_sPnBBYY2M4T0_b8bFccvBG28I9ixV2TLt7jeyoGZmjTFqG988zGkHxJ9VHOzLDaYwEL_jLg5Vk9BTjR-yGHip/s1600/DSCF5701.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962087005647410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZSSqdB_THG99YtdEDVKCkWlRpeSNEnnFx6LV89EW5QDioQGbDo7IFU_sPnBBYY2M4T0_b8bFccvBG28I9ixV2TLt7jeyoGZmjTFqG988zGkHxJ9VHOzLDaYwEL_jLg5Vk9BTjR-yGHip/s400/DSCF5701.JPG" /></a> I'm not really sure why, but pumping water is always one of Emily's favorite things to do. Although Bri couldn't do it on her own, she helped.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4QVBM04ThizRVOovJN51jstdMjFBSCEh1JdN1TQIImvAMdRc9US6iHngB8iqd_SfYj79sVOZ0eNQ4wYHe0435DJwuMFVC-8Yiy0GxTZ1GLQvD_qVnqR9nsoY9DHwurjOTXXJ1s60TXWv/s1600/DSCF5684.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962081926951362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4QVBM04ThizRVOovJN51jstdMjFBSCEh1JdN1TQIImvAMdRc9US6iHngB8iqd_SfYj79sVOZ0eNQ4wYHe0435DJwuMFVC-8Yiy0GxTZ1GLQvD_qVnqR9nsoY9DHwurjOTXXJ1s60TXWv/s400/DSCF5684.JPG" /></a> We've always visited their big garden, but today the girls had a very important job--picking potato bugs off the potato plants. Emily loved this and Bri joined in too. After they were done picking the bugs, they got to feed them to the chickens. (Sorry I forgot to rotate that picture.)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvgEYoVeeQoSpEYUO4-3iVuNhKO48udhMzMwJ-1rv_4ZkLGPB1ZcdW_QQM4hABV56Eo9PSWnO0T74SQ8RLkng98yGrz63kE4KlcUwx3CNQQZpzbu7y0me9R_ibpkkCdW91zf0Gcgbq26Z/s1600/DSCF5698.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493961690079109746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvgEYoVeeQoSpEYUO4-3iVuNhKO48udhMzMwJ-1rv_4ZkLGPB1ZcdW_QQM4hABV56Eo9PSWnO0T74SQ8RLkng98yGrz63kE4KlcUwx3CNQQZpzbu7y0me9R_ibpkkCdW91zf0Gcgbq26Z/s400/DSCF5698.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ1GZnLhO7uu3mLcqxH6fsg0f8ySyOrmIzm_V2IBfT02iEvPcedu1_Eh_Kgh9-kzFapm_-eaGbynvDflmzcfClIPUIcjFiJMWBLZeDCCENN8aiLB_3URDZ_uOsgy2fy_U2Zzx7XmxBnHN/s1600/DSCF5699.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493961681450934338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ1GZnLhO7uu3mLcqxH6fsg0f8ySyOrmIzm_V2IBfT02iEvPcedu1_Eh_Kgh9-kzFapm_-eaGbynvDflmzcfClIPUIcjFiJMWBLZeDCCENN8aiLB_3URDZ_uOsgy2fy_U2Zzx7XmxBnHN/s400/DSCF5699.JPG" /></a> In the big barn the main attraction was lots of kittens. A few were sleeping on a stack of lumber. One of the mothers was bringing in a mouse for her family and she dropped it just inside the door of the barn. Of course, Bri asked, "Can I pet it?" She has a strange fascination for dead animals.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrUyCw1ZY277tanJ-gJos3RPr9q6erLw0ROI6LGfZTW2jLp2mjYO7AOIvrehVBdAYTVsalox6gZ4AIctuoYTOdQRmFdafT7O1U4WhNQUJbrcxgBQgxNAE-zJfQKunFQCP3D83KXQ6bAo-/s1600/DSCF5710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493961671848107474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrUyCw1ZY277tanJ-gJos3RPr9q6erLw0ROI6LGfZTW2jLp2mjYO7AOIvrehVBdAYTVsalox6gZ4AIctuoYTOdQRmFdafT7O1U4WhNQUJbrcxgBQgxNAE-zJfQKunFQCP3D83KXQ6bAo-/s400/DSCF5710.JPG" /></a> Another job the girls had fun with was using the big pitchforks moving the hay from one pile to another. Amazingly enough, no one was injured!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN94pXAt-gmXmrRQqCkHwdjVXJ24OFADpWuwWLfhBHtVqchDaG6DRo2zh4B5OSU2p9wC_3FWArZiVQH6InDLdWXJQa_amZ_XnSZYsNYg5JZ-ftfx3aBbaRo7AP8XTZEoI7bFbyxP7U5wPH/s1600/DSCF5722.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493961666184544866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN94pXAt-gmXmrRQqCkHwdjVXJ24OFADpWuwWLfhBHtVqchDaG6DRo2zh4B5OSU2p9wC_3FWArZiVQH6InDLdWXJQa_amZ_XnSZYsNYg5JZ-ftfx3aBbaRo7AP8XTZEoI7bFbyxP7U5wPH/s400/DSCF5722.JPG" /></a> This last picture gives you a better view of the house and shows the oxen going out to the hayfield.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8wCJktgV3fVtZ7G5b9EGYMRcnjUI8W0I1C1tYtK792EYBS5Wyv_JEb0d_ivHeQegDqFD6iC5wQcV4NKeSvaotAPbgSpJPLBuJZSF6Bb2IipkYz26Lty5fTQDoD8fE8Tddm4QVRHw7zjO/s1600/DSCF5717.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493961655207354914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8wCJktgV3fVtZ7G5b9EGYMRcnjUI8W0I1C1tYtK792EYBS5Wyv_JEb0d_ivHeQegDqFD6iC5wQcV4NKeSvaotAPbgSpJPLBuJZSF6Bb2IipkYz26Lty5fTQDoD8fE8Tddm4QVRHw7zjO/s400/DSCF5717.JPG" /></a> We had a wonderful time, as always. There was some rain and some mud, but the girls were good sports. The only part they objected to was the walk back to the car since it was our first year to not bring the stroller. And, next year, Bri will probably be able to pump water. They are growing up so fast.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-72369716870451954482010-07-09T09:59:00.001-07:002010-07-12T22:18:24.223-07:00Best of Both Worlds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYmXspBe4e6bU82-OudIRXK0EyQ8385rYtH0cV6v3ZfSlN4YuxBPRqcuFowess_V70XH4ZSoafG0cDZn6es9PgtOPThdpynpumTy9hodfFDKmRVklXm4-Jt9T3VGDTUHHI60X07_QE1-P/s1600/DSCF5322.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248918354027906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYmXspBe4e6bU82-OudIRXK0EyQ8385rYtH0cV6v3ZfSlN4YuxBPRqcuFowess_V70XH4ZSoafG0cDZn6es9PgtOPThdpynpumTy9hodfFDKmRVklXm4-Jt9T3VGDTUHHI60X07_QE1-P/s400/DSCF5322.JPG" /></a> I love my little house in the country--the fresh air, the open spaces, the solitude when I want it. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But . . . exploring a large city stirs something in me. I love the hustle and bustle, the mix of people and languages, the attractions and events. And, I especially love to navigate a city's public transportation. It is a great opportunity to really get to know a city and its people.<br /><br />Last week Steph dropped me off at the nearby train station and I took Minneapolis's new Metro North into Target Field, then I took a bus over to St. Paul to the Science Museum exhibit of the Dead Sea Scrolls.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81IBm-gUbEEsSJEBchkqSYWZqmmk14TBgi4nDAknQwxhftksG9Em_p86Z4inUebkfXbes14vXRR7wUNc5LD1geXkgglzoowUg0CDA2Qqx2syR7SaDqrg8TlCBGSLkhw2v8eQYY0gpTWiZ/s1600/DSCF5300.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248910492839010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81IBm-gUbEEsSJEBchkqSYWZqmmk14TBgi4nDAknQwxhftksG9Em_p86Z4inUebkfXbes14vXRR7wUNc5LD1geXkgglzoowUg0CDA2Qqx2syR7SaDqrg8TlCBGSLkhw2v8eQYY0gpTWiZ/s400/DSCF5300.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiGRObmyvnF6KPbr_LZjPSLv20DUrmLsTCdrMMjvqMMPal2xWr56xEqVBLJFtNW1mt7AxmCj3H1Z2BQUSDOunho7sOvbEgfKzY6OM5pOYzwLq44DlGIXFMb9KvVEdiu5FLF47kVjkdKxf/s1600/DSCF5323.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248903540848482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiGRObmyvnF6KPbr_LZjPSLv20DUrmLsTCdrMMjvqMMPal2xWr56xEqVBLJFtNW1mt7AxmCj3H1Z2BQUSDOunho7sOvbEgfKzY6OM5pOYzwLq44DlGIXFMb9KvVEdiu5FLF47kVjkdKxf/s400/DSCF5323.JPG" /></a> The exhibit was very thorough, exploring all the details of finding and acquiring the scrolls in the 1940's and 50's, as well as the culture surrounding the time of the writing of the scrolls. Although the scripture they contain is Old Testament, they were written during the time of Christ. They are the earliest copy we have of the O.T., and they agree completely with the copies our Bible is translated from. </div><div></div><div>Also on display with the scroll fragments are pages from the St. John's Bible, the first hand-written, illuminated copy of the Bible commissioned in 500 years since the invention of the printing press. It will be completed next year after twelve years of work on it. It is a beautiful book.<br /></div><div>Minnesota has many beautiful parks, and one of the most renowned in the Twin Cities is Rice Park. Besides being the location for the ice sculptures during the Winter Carnival, it is a memorial to Charles Schulz, one of St. Paul's favorite sons. Of course, my favorite is Lucy reading a book on a park bench.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQ_Lwq6irLAEBgxjc_P9EpXX0v8xms21XlP7TKJXkn7gIjN0NniErQcFYMdi4dUGlRif3wllvvV6KAalYvUtceFspqEkdeI-DeziB6dB939Gr_x4QEirHxPa6Sbk39Qy3eXwJxF-FbXKB/s1600/DSCF5306.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248897892427506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQ_Lwq6irLAEBgxjc_P9EpXX0v8xms21XlP7TKJXkn7gIjN0NniErQcFYMdi4dUGlRif3wllvvV6KAalYvUtceFspqEkdeI-DeziB6dB939Gr_x4QEirHxPa6Sbk39Qy3eXwJxF-FbXKB/s400/DSCF5306.JPG" /></a> On another day we visited the Minnesota Children's Museum, also in St. Paul. They currently have a special exhibit about the Wizard of Oz. Here's Emily on a bike like the one the witch rode in the movie. <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizs2Pri2Xwj5ONUQJSjwNkTcfCkRb4NL5Vq3MCXF5i-C1id-lfQ0RQRFb2NICoVtQ2HxlLbH0R_cJq_Xs8nN-aWMaDnTP4qWdNWf5crIE0OLIvElSAvPwwK4uXddJUn2rMmP_eg6txwx-L/s1600/DSCF5357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248476027289746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizs2Pri2Xwj5ONUQJSjwNkTcfCkRb4NL5Vq3MCXF5i-C1id-lfQ0RQRFb2NICoVtQ2HxlLbH0R_cJq_Xs8nN-aWMaDnTP4qWdNWf5crIE0OLIvElSAvPwwK4uXddJUn2rMmP_eg6txwx-L/s400/DSCF5357.JPG" /></a> For lunch we had a picnic at Harriet Island--not really an island--but a very nice playground for the girls.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHBQki-lDu6dmYa4i-dYBAe2jh8FNzxyLvQoJL4aD_7dXDONwQANUMpwjbwzSfSvqTyFJGOPYgm-fAPqo25KXxH1bodKGt2iUFMwTaTDhOene3BnA3TeQSJwuey-YeBiSt_MgOp0bcD3J/s1600/DSCF5404.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248469722445730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHBQki-lDu6dmYa4i-dYBAe2jh8FNzxyLvQoJL4aD_7dXDONwQANUMpwjbwzSfSvqTyFJGOPYgm-fAPqo25KXxH1bodKGt2iUFMwTaTDhOene3BnA3TeQSJwuey-YeBiSt_MgOp0bcD3J/s400/DSCF5404.JPG" /></a>They always have fun--whatever they're doing.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bnvXwVgpMlb-eW_urFTuBEhf5p1Kuapv4rWWwC9ETsUiduRLitW7djayHa3JR50VmABgeqD-c5o1Wg16w4vOSXDBaeiAkGAmorXVhBoymxePGycNPi4PW9gZsb_lnBxSBsRPO7MrFpVN/s1600/DSCF5412.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248458122031522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bnvXwVgpMlb-eW_urFTuBEhf5p1Kuapv4rWWwC9ETsUiduRLitW7djayHa3JR50VmABgeqD-c5o1Wg16w4vOSXDBaeiAkGAmorXVhBoymxePGycNPi4PW9gZsb_lnBxSBsRPO7MrFpVN/s400/DSCF5412.JPG" /></a>There are so many parks, we could probably go to a different one each day for a month.</div><div></div><div>I love this last picture. Emily came out with this outfit on (all on her own) and Bri just happened to be wearing her froggy Peace shirt. Aren't they a couple of hippies from the 60's?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGek0TnnXrYw7q7L3s-Oz83RLNnKg1dktQp3wh5sv-jrf-ny0-mjTcg7NIOjJbsrr9KXuz18p5J1as07N5gtNfDcanHv-3Mq0p7rh4NRmoGs1hsxKls1EqMwPwmh4W6OIOjkAgrWuJ4Cbm/s1600/DSCF5345.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248454359373650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGek0TnnXrYw7q7L3s-Oz83RLNnKg1dktQp3wh5sv-jrf-ny0-mjTcg7NIOjJbsrr9KXuz18p5J1as07N5gtNfDcanHv-3Mq0p7rh4NRmoGs1hsxKls1EqMwPwmh4W6OIOjkAgrWuJ4Cbm/s400/DSCF5345.JPG" /></a> Have a great day! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-20933107838146452722010-07-03T10:53:00.000-07:002010-07-03T11:44:01.559-07:00Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden and Bird Sanctuary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeTnczo0viZ0at3AXT21-oEEqw-LdMOHb6Le1pRbR8RTZ0j_TXbOaMi9MHqRjlQglm8kOfkQS9qucPkM0q9BCHERDIwAAKhN0eMSqAZ71J-vWTZCJYdniK1NQkn_vAf1bdZKqoCigSD7I/s1600/DSCF5055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746356230299186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeTnczo0viZ0at3AXT21-oEEqw-LdMOHb6Le1pRbR8RTZ0j_TXbOaMi9MHqRjlQglm8kOfkQS9qucPkM0q9BCHERDIwAAKhN0eMSqAZ71J-vWTZCJYdniK1NQkn_vAf1bdZKqoCigSD7I/s400/DSCF5055.JPG" /></a> This week I was almost convinced I'd died and gone to heaven!<br /><br />Steph and the girls took me to the oldest wildflower garden in the United States, established in 1907 --just ten minutes west of downtown Minneapolis. It is a fifteen acre garden filled with woodland, wetland, and prairie flowers, trees, shrubs, and grasses.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU4QIB_lY3lkohIyggYVl18_OXooRk1CbXjzeJuB08ERfRUJx34V0Z2dkTpI2WRPvyLIzQ1-KO7KsrFrkywZ1R6WkpJQjXC4HPdD57AKwaCKCRCqJqhklykmyG5Tl9RXvL06XHU-bA5_g/s1600/DSCF5010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746343999718978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU4QIB_lY3lkohIyggYVl18_OXooRk1CbXjzeJuB08ERfRUJx34V0Z2dkTpI2WRPvyLIzQ1-KO7KsrFrkywZ1R6WkpJQjXC4HPdD57AKwaCKCRCqJqhklykmyG5Tl9RXvL06XHU-bA5_g/s400/DSCF5010.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe48zTnx2wpgtT4e6MPcNa9YEOmkW3pqeblEZNw7AgOJ7dVEfmTCugPN601TqcJ_GiqdV1Lv9Ul-5zDKoFFPmq9S_Lg_wCB3XDmHz0VGgx7twdOlev_fUaING30zVFS0N8GyTT1PkGmFl/s1600/DSCF5015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489744049897572866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe48zTnx2wpgtT4e6MPcNa9YEOmkW3pqeblEZNw7AgOJ7dVEfmTCugPN601TqcJ_GiqdV1Lv9Ul-5zDKoFFPmq9S_Lg_wCB3XDmHz0VGgx7twdOlev_fUaING30zVFS0N8GyTT1PkGmFl/s400/DSCF5015.JPG" /></a>There are trails throughout with plenty of benches for resting and enjoying the scenery. The paths were quite manageable for the little girls with lots of plants for them to see and learn about.<br /><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489744042555065090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzW7q7bQ1XE_mSAnAm6jOM8eDYsBtS_UI-Nz8bAqYhI4oauu7bDKQSadMZMREc8l9J_diKnGq43rtZQiCRjI0LRTjNTOWqj3NYVsOV9Y72yF4MSvnFcvipTzbBdAktRQoIXS-htQisXbad/s400/DSCF5026.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XrOklwz9LUrdQ-9COhGdslGSJxNn8H1gwwDXyMdadQ7zqObIncZyJDnZeBA7DWqZV7Hq70uueEd1YrxTfWffiqysqCG-kxbvFPPBG-026VpeDvnsTlqwuiB-vtuEw-gCdG1hcNPXbOMB/s1600/DSCF5086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489744027317601538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XrOklwz9LUrdQ-9COhGdslGSJxNn8H1gwwDXyMdadQ7zqObIncZyJDnZeBA7DWqZV7Hq70uueEd1YrxTfWffiqysqCG-kxbvFPPBG-026VpeDvnsTlqwuiB-vtuEw-gCdG1hcNPXbOMB/s400/DSCF5086.JPG" /></a>This little chipmunk was visiting a rock under one of the bird feeders at the shelter/office.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m2y6WZqsY9HNxVqfMRmEVmdRcnzq3v7InNxvdumtKno-s2-rQqFPI8heR1YBsqQxquC_9-OPVQ2xmyWKz4YxqY7_eezir1M0NVW0H50ZQHg9XWwPnYBMgcy_tTnLKLmjw3WNunF2DSTJ/s1600/DSCF5079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489744022433454850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m2y6WZqsY9HNxVqfMRmEVmdRcnzq3v7InNxvdumtKno-s2-rQqFPI8heR1YBsqQxquC_9-OPVQ2xmyWKz4YxqY7_eezir1M0NVW0H50ZQHg9XWwPnYBMgcy_tTnLKLmjw3WNunF2DSTJ/s400/DSCF5079.JPG" /></a> This picture of the lily pad, one of my favorite pics of the day, was taken at a beach in a different area of the park.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAsH1bwtTi77PjpU4SwaBlwtdNOBV21q-i_Gzye-K_uGcSGFy1CZeW6RApr7tG_KlQbeiWj4YWqgYpKLYGRVayKCiIJYyT-qBIwAKFz8hUH4hxkpZYLCGA9E2cEfNhnb-Ng3HhVYLvdpe/s1600/DSCF5074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743578512124114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAsH1bwtTi77PjpU4SwaBlwtdNOBV21q-i_Gzye-K_uGcSGFy1CZeW6RApr7tG_KlQbeiWj4YWqgYpKLYGRVayKCiIJYyT-qBIwAKFz8hUH4hxkpZYLCGA9E2cEfNhnb-Ng3HhVYLvdpe/s400/DSCF5074.JPG" /></a> Not only did we enjoy the walk through the park on Thursday, but then on Friday I was able to return for a Wildflower Photography class. That was truly a bonus. These are some of my pictures from that excursion. I hope to visit one more time this summer to study birds. (Hint, Steph.)<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743566400516770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSnW9XoKr8aYp_ugBX9-EreLWg6mFnjVVdYfy8nPO4cGN6wj6bvympsosDN_etVPGNC6xiBFut5Qg7knC9FdXPkswqH09tBm2NZ8b2U4Q49-yCA4pjZ6pVtf28Hmzp7FEIeWV9_t6lOvy/s400/DSCF5162.JPG" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmrbzueAow-kJmOr7UjDoBk4OckiNGtqwrF2LnapFMjui5fo7IuqmCSnTWBuOVZiQof_Z2Tr1jh-258bddQZxmrpCjoM6ZxrkoKhuEsiqvTvsqE-O4JZ2HEqVaPYVJ_PBZVnahqU15Q_k/s1600/DSCF5157.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743558681114450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmrbzueAow-kJmOr7UjDoBk4OckiNGtqwrF2LnapFMjui5fo7IuqmCSnTWBuOVZiQof_Z2Tr1jh-258bddQZxmrpCjoM6ZxrkoKhuEsiqvTvsqE-O4JZ2HEqVaPYVJ_PBZVnahqU15Q_k/s400/DSCF5157.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiv7oznudkNSiCAM2-8EtsAUcW0cEY3fPCuGeDCuIcXFFBmoYzgU2tkJ46JFInqEWSsO59RYAjl4q5UBXxxltZohL9m2Q8y1zHB0efP-YgorklzAA4Y-vWk8tBJa6s2BMdvo2BW7-ZkX-/s1600/DSCF5156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743552204605346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiv7oznudkNSiCAM2-8EtsAUcW0cEY3fPCuGeDCuIcXFFBmoYzgU2tkJ46JFInqEWSsO59RYAjl4q5UBXxxltZohL9m2Q8y1zHB0efP-YgorklzAA4Y-vWk8tBJa6s2BMdvo2BW7-ZkX-/s400/DSCF5156.JPG" /></a> I could certainly bore you with many more pictures, but these will suffice for today. I have a long summer of nature pictures ahead of me, so I don't want to lose you too early in the season. But . . . Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Garden, I can't wait! </div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-15247215765528942272010-06-30T12:36:00.000-07:002010-06-30T12:59:21.673-07:00Summer Adventure 2010 Begins!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRib6wTQoR6b7Js2SRTjkRPqYvoHlsOWfAYL73RZAM_NKN8kKi6hPjSZVneWUxLbgOMHa53naQ9in6xQSRDTRn_g3wOa0zIJWR_fFx4OIqtGFo4E9VvYqNUB15XdDdn7iaJvikV7VPXO6C/s1600/DSCF4920.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654794667395154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRib6wTQoR6b7Js2SRTjkRPqYvoHlsOWfAYL73RZAM_NKN8kKi6hPjSZVneWUxLbgOMHa53naQ9in6xQSRDTRn_g3wOa0zIJWR_fFx4OIqtGFo4E9VvYqNUB15XdDdn7iaJvikV7VPXO6C/s400/DSCF4920.JPG" border="0" /></a> Steph has a great blog post about her trip to Nebraska at <a href="http://stephaniebrandt.blogspot.com/">http://stephaniebrandt.blogspot.com/</a> and some cute pictures, but these are my pictures of the same days.<br />I love this first picture of Bri from the Firth playground.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzucvteQUqHeMweYJ36R-X3NybLJIrtAZ8jE8TcuLF_NyKxJ4ZVU4ACkiD6ljYtoRfElRR9pHvw5NXguFi621F_xC396FcbO9_SVMYC7-uR24l8nYrWZ2jbdzEkqcXSSri8Hk2Drel_oP/s1600/DSCF4922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654785963861298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzucvteQUqHeMweYJ36R-X3NybLJIrtAZ8jE8TcuLF_NyKxJ4ZVU4ACkiD6ljYtoRfElRR9pHvw5NXguFi621F_xC396FcbO9_SVMYC7-uR24l8nYrWZ2jbdzEkqcXSSri8Hk2Drel_oP/s400/DSCF4922.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was really excited to take the girls to the Prairieland Dairy Days because I'd never been to it. It is quite the event! My hats are off to all the Prairieland people for their tremendous gift to our community. We need to ALL be buying their milk whenever we can.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeayCigKqf0VboErvDCL0dR59c0Q4fVOIhV3b14PeXbCqNQOKkt-DBlMp03SpED5RXKU048Z8w6PYHc4g2RccPXSAVug3bd71TWEqr-W5u5Grx9epEBl3bCfGv5DbtfdVgr8BUlGP7HJT/s1600/DSCF4923.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654781577258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeayCigKqf0VboErvDCL0dR59c0Q4fVOIhV3b14PeXbCqNQOKkt-DBlMp03SpED5RXKU048Z8w6PYHc4g2RccPXSAVug3bd71TWEqr-W5u5Grx9epEBl3bCfGv5DbtfdVgr8BUlGP7HJT/s400/DSCF4923.JPG" border="0" /></a> Emily's milk moustache, of course.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNqN9Z9hwohXcEQ1B3YuoPkInkr_Vw1wNFnWdLt4ysYQFOIgT45FIoiGce8Z__9KssFdMpehxmkUqZmmctgkf5oV4pYlsl0wPCSCvuiFV9zB6qO-9oGLsh6P7a8WpZOOi-P3XnZ9jneMB/s1600/DSCF4940.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654773674052178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNqN9Z9hwohXcEQ1B3YuoPkInkr_Vw1wNFnWdLt4ysYQFOIgT45FIoiGce8Z__9KssFdMpehxmkUqZmmctgkf5oV4pYlsl0wPCSCvuiFV9zB6qO-9oGLsh6P7a8WpZOOi-P3XnZ9jneMB/s400/DSCF4940.JPG" border="0" /></a> Emily and I explored the tunnels under the giant haystack. That was fun!<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Fbrjgv68INCyG4VUdMr_AsOi9A9quFwPHn2vaHj9jx4fyQQd4nSHTe4mnYTlRin59f_5eoxaUqUN0XCxwY_Z1Ikpk2sTZR_bX6pB7PwtebkDAZs8l8PJpNa2JibUIpRRMz4L6GlDKLVb/s1600/DSCF4967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654758867244050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Fbrjgv68INCyG4VUdMr_AsOi9A9quFwPHn2vaHj9jx4fyQQd4nSHTe4mnYTlRin59f_5eoxaUqUN0XCxwY_Z1Ikpk2sTZR_bX6pB7PwtebkDAZs8l8PJpNa2JibUIpRRMz4L6GlDKLVb/s400/DSCF4967.JPG" border="0" /></a> Even though we had ice cream at Dairy Days, we had another cone that evening. Never too much ice cream for the Traudt/Brandt girls! Plus, it was a reward for working so hard on their stepping stones for my garden. Now their stones are next to Jacob's from 10 years ago. Next will be Rainey's, and Paisley's, and Piper's. I can't wait!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7y5aSeXJ5Dzn6VKhAzP8MhFdcYv21gfDbnS421A1YlIhAMhTVnpg7SFnF6hzhjOahS-q7QFu4h9irn-q00EmNrgSEg8fl0O9C5ZmIIiS97jjxawAiQ_12iO5XEDAwOSGFPx1QM1gcCXT/s1600/DSCF4988.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654001602892578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7y5aSeXJ5Dzn6VKhAzP8MhFdcYv21gfDbnS421A1YlIhAMhTVnpg7SFnF6hzhjOahS-q7QFu4h9irn-q00EmNrgSEg8fl0O9C5ZmIIiS97jjxawAiQ_12iO5XEDAwOSGFPx1QM1gcCXT/s400/DSCF4988.JPG" border="0" /></a>The McDonald's we stopped at on our way to Minnesota didn't have a Playland, but did have some fun old tractors to climb on. These pictures are for Great-grandpa Miles!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFUi65kQmGA8loJ23i7BQzkz9_WIdJdFjJLQbxIniuMcrm8GpXbRDCV3vaMRGSCUn_zbyQFb9a0oGghV2iM_aCiBIMhGwVgte78X3MClAQOAxV6_geoUTPwO7c3RTxNUFzbXbANLNB57S/s1600/DSCF4996.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488653977104464754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFUi65kQmGA8loJ23i7BQzkz9_WIdJdFjJLQbxIniuMcrm8GpXbRDCV3vaMRGSCUn_zbyQFb9a0oGghV2iM_aCiBIMhGwVgte78X3MClAQOAxV6_geoUTPwO7c3RTxNUFzbXbANLNB57S/s400/DSCF4996.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhMIYGaBpzu1AELcyXik5DnJqlmw2nTDJ4z24RvIWUV651s3E92JNQlBYUHS_zrJ1wC9pCpC6VKKhph8KHYSh3JYtyTDx4BPb9e4tyCOtBvFPbAWpfHBSUwT3owXMFJ3E6bcfYeOJXoqu/s1600/DSCF4999.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488653960589969474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhMIYGaBpzu1AELcyXik5DnJqlmw2nTDJ4z24RvIWUV651s3E92JNQlBYUHS_zrJ1wC9pCpC6VKKhph8KHYSh3JYtyTDx4BPb9e4tyCOtBvFPbAWpfHBSUwT3owXMFJ3E6bcfYeOJXoqu/s400/DSCF4999.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture is out of order (not sure what happened). We had a wonderful tea party with Jessie's tea set (thanks, Jessie) and some strawberries, blueberries, and granola bars, and lemonade, of course.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTs8O95QzlMN9XH3ZFN1eRs3jFHWWhmjDqIB-dybNvctbGJ3NmhHWTWvINFEIYpF0GuUsBPPFVIeESJIU4foz1tZ9F_PXE0ZI11eDaXBVG-ApcsE94xPOglDcj-GT_FYXIv22Cz1X8nDAh/s1600/DSCF4972.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654021670470914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTs8O95QzlMN9XH3ZFN1eRs3jFHWWhmjDqIB-dybNvctbGJ3NmhHWTWvINFEIYpF0GuUsBPPFVIeESJIU4foz1tZ9F_PXE0ZI11eDaXBVG-ApcsE94xPOglDcj-GT_FYXIv22Cz1X8nDAh/s400/DSCF4972.JPG" border="0" /></a> Last time I was in Minnesota in April, I took the girls over to their nearby park in the double stroller (just like always) and now they're riding their bikes! They've grown up already--sad, but exciting, too.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxq6Gjr0kJN7To7oHEBt8J1-3PbE5-egG5__2LpyiYvSGn9M_zYsDmHvvGjZHW7ArSeA6wUcRAfS-ihm78q-0hHCj6QjfSs66qhj0jhcd0qqsCujtl2FYX4zs0GB9nWNGDOA47zg6lx9z/s1600/DSCF5001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488653941424290434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxq6Gjr0kJN7To7oHEBt8J1-3PbE5-egG5__2LpyiYvSGn9M_zYsDmHvvGjZHW7ArSeA6wUcRAfS-ihm78q-0hHCj6QjfSs66qhj0jhcd0qqsCujtl2FYX4zs0GB9nWNGDOA47zg6lx9z/s400/DSCF5001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hope to keep you posted on my Summer 2010 adventures.</div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-90104505451711528462010-06-22T20:37:00.000-07:002010-06-22T20:42:29.713-07:00Storm Warning by Billy Graham<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuH6_lwiLAUo99aZAQ1BpLB5kURFz1Hyxhm8BwgUTc70QqhYIjL2x8t1wM8qyY8F7H0uMJT6_eBT72_dsHOvSjab0DQy6f9KJw97yrvZOYuO8yUtJF1heW8rMHQfJolR2n9udJ14XJO2P/s1600/_140_245_Book_198_cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485808881288005122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuH6_lwiLAUo99aZAQ1BpLB5kURFz1Hyxhm8BwgUTc70QqhYIjL2x8t1wM8qyY8F7H0uMJT6_eBT72_dsHOvSjab0DQy6f9KJw97yrvZOYuO8yUtJF1heW8rMHQfJolR2n9udJ14XJO2P/s400/_140_245_Book_198_cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <em>Storm Warning</em> by Billy Graham is a compelling (and very apt to our times) account of the four horsemen of the Revelation to John.<br /><br /> Graham continues the theme of his 1992 edition of this same title and his earlier book, Approaching Hoofbeats, by sounding the warning to those who are ignoring God’s plan for His creation as revealed in His Word. One by one Graham discusses each of the four horses released in Revelation 6—the white horse of deception, the red horse of war, the black horse of famine, and the pale horse of death.<br /><br /> Billy Graham, who has called people to faith in Jesus Christ for more than sixty years, holds nothing back in pointing to the sin and deception of our world. He warns that the culture of self, the destruction and threat of terrorism, the trauma of starvation and disease, and the prevalence of abortion and AIDS are daily evidence of the truth of God’s warning to all of mankind.<br /><br /> Graham does not exclude the believing church from these warnings, but calls all of God’s people to use the signs of our times to minister to our world through intercession, service, and witness.<br /> Graham’s <em>Storm Warning</em> is the perfect blend of scripture, autobiography, and contemporary commentary. I recommend it highly and thank Thomas Nelson for the privilege of reviewing it.</div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-59764574885584256872010-06-18T19:27:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:05:34.949-07:00Stormy Skies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIURd_BEAFr_YD8IiWTuA5SMpDNAXRs10lsFmwac_dQEPQQhX0fSF67SwKCa30PIYGXMuofBcIu0ouLX3FATjDqPbDUcdr8aSFqMBczzKYukygb-Uc8rMrtzsAn1t9X5EsKM0SysKE6t8d/s1600/DSCF4851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484313771996027794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIURd_BEAFr_YD8IiWTuA5SMpDNAXRs10lsFmwac_dQEPQQhX0fSF67SwKCa30PIYGXMuofBcIu0ouLX3FATjDqPbDUcdr8aSFqMBczzKYukygb-Uc8rMrtzsAn1t9X5EsKM0SysKE6t8d/s400/DSCF4851.JPG" border="0" /></a> Although some parts of our country have had too much rain, we've had just enough to keep plants watered and make some beautiful stormy skies. These first pictures were taken last night.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo5Ne525NCfTFs7fYOKjsW3kdRf0P9EOLFwXrNGxXxsew2waW_EL-pB5TL87zF_T296eZplfV1WVCo2m_5xlmBoeSFE8mc81BJU0gUVLNp4DGdJefPISObo2CaUeUPUdAtr3s4EYRoDAC/s1600/DSCF4854.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484313764380558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo5Ne525NCfTFs7fYOKjsW3kdRf0P9EOLFwXrNGxXxsew2waW_EL-pB5TL87zF_T296eZplfV1WVCo2m_5xlmBoeSFE8mc81BJU0gUVLNp4DGdJefPISObo2CaUeUPUdAtr3s4EYRoDAC/s400/DSCF4854.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lightning or lightening--God does both.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFNiSineIDhFSOg2t5kjKCFNhAHUgdNqzNp1jkOpiZA5x2QOa6EiwPBJGIRkZ1YCqozlZI88A4plStVOyko8HBG84FDQg4fjNDNJ62sLlxxik6gbFOVY5yLVYoNwKnaIMdR0q28WleNIr/s1600/DSCF4880.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484313752130480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFNiSineIDhFSOg2t5kjKCFNhAHUgdNqzNp1jkOpiZA5x2QOa6EiwPBJGIRkZ1YCqozlZI88A4plStVOyko8HBG84FDQg4fjNDNJ62sLlxxik6gbFOVY5yLVYoNwKnaIMdR0q28WleNIr/s400/DSCF4880.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This morning started out beautiful and clear, but another quick storm soon rolled through.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_h03ymQH4jyrD6nxffXf9TKGU0KWsfbGV4rGmArzk9xAhI8q1A5dR6NB8QaRQrEQp8yuYY5E9Vp8VPmI3Owd5o3YVdNZQTGQiUNo0N-2bM2SX8zUrEN7rRjdNnKC7SlG70dsAKT0QDYS/s1600/DSCF4904.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484309381392441410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_h03ymQH4jyrD6nxffXf9TKGU0KWsfbGV4rGmArzk9xAhI8q1A5dR6NB8QaRQrEQp8yuYY5E9Vp8VPmI3Owd5o3YVdNZQTGQiUNo0N-2bM2SX8zUrEN7rRjdNnKC7SlG70dsAKT0QDYS/s400/DSCF4904.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is Ingrid's barn as the sky darkened.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZf_j6-P1AkKJR69uGGzS-3FSQ1wH7MBFjAFx7ZhYvQ5EwcZ-P-eu38FuS17h6GJCD1EJIccyPZkPuf5wwFun0JR3J4cigVIDdYu7y-sohk0p2MFEbM38neR0BNzRJwIIz8Dx0Ios_9tg/s1600/DSCF4902.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484309375276140370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZf_j6-P1AkKJR69uGGzS-3FSQ1wH7MBFjAFx7ZhYvQ5EwcZ-P-eu38FuS17h6GJCD1EJIccyPZkPuf5wwFun0JR3J4cigVIDdYu7y-sohk0p2MFEbM38neR0BNzRJwIIz8Dx0Ios_9tg/s400/DSCF4902.JPG" border="0" /></a> But, in the midst, I caught a shot of this eight spotted forester moth.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8P5suuNj2yNLsneavPSFA1UcKnjW2MEqxnhxX2TxloVWsARUuaxV-WMXH5eNwIRD_vckueLj-ZnMbvgPRFeS_GVZPTTJP11Ehh9r6nsfX4Vnq06WyV_D1bzNIIomWhJQggbP2EIsXYiVx/s1600/DSCF4898.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484309349410494066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8P5suuNj2yNLsneavPSFA1UcKnjW2MEqxnhxX2TxloVWsARUuaxV-WMXH5eNwIRD_vckueLj-ZnMbvgPRFeS_GVZPTTJP11Ehh9r6nsfX4Vnq06WyV_D1bzNIIomWhJQggbP2EIsXYiVx/s400/DSCF4898.JPG" border="0" /></a> I hope all your storms have been beautiful ones.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-73981767744730951342010-06-12T18:00:00.000-07:002010-06-12T18:58:33.583-07:00A Walk in the Woods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qAOs3ahZQ7eGSiP7yJ5dyoW5lWP561WKkR80CI039iVzp-u2vv4JgwyWvsoJaQy_mX-7i9pu_h08l6ZH6oleIU6KP4z0kGYIb1wbxVYI0bvHiLyqZHlhq6yiyM-qmLoUDnlSbZmcPF0z/s1600/DSCF4818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482068062665533138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qAOs3ahZQ7eGSiP7yJ5dyoW5lWP561WKkR80CI039iVzp-u2vv4JgwyWvsoJaQy_mX-7i9pu_h08l6ZH6oleIU6KP4z0kGYIb1wbxVYI0bvHiLyqZHlhq6yiyM-qmLoUDnlSbZmcPF0z/s400/DSCF4818.JPG" border="0" /></a> This afternoon I walked down along our creek and back into our woods. Who needs Glacier National Park, anyway? We have some beautiful sights right in our own backyard. Sure, Glacier has huckleberries everywhere, but right now Nebraska has mulberries everywhere.<br /><br />My excuse for going to the woods was to look for mushrooms. I've always wanted to find some morels, but so far have never seen any. Any hunters out there who want to guide me? Since we've had cool, wet weather, I did see loads of tiny mushrooms, but nothing edible (I don't think).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdSs1a_TMHNWzFH2oU4djW_KVTtD3LZ3-CFQLEdq8q0WnXAFxZVSeV1FL6xuQmIYHf8jStMT-hArRXN_VwZQeZPAByD4trf1-0ys0RGHOArNLdnzKTELiy2xAMylaGrq5B0_UjICCeueY/s1600/DSCF4810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482067278398636114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdSs1a_TMHNWzFH2oU4djW_KVTtD3LZ3-CFQLEdq8q0WnXAFxZVSeV1FL6xuQmIYHf8jStMT-hArRXN_VwZQeZPAByD4trf1-0ys0RGHOArNLdnzKTELiy2xAMylaGrq5B0_UjICCeueY/s400/DSCF4810.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkmLyzAGLxbhGqBfq_XEpNJgcIsV2L-ow9Z8bW8hd9ZzFlf8xoAEE-diwlq2YhHu6NSKkTJechbwKHQ0jcZI7-fTXX6MwDC28yl40FfjCX0izQyNcGOYK3QW0UEgdBhkqzqCzTFY95SBS/s1600/DSCF4779.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482067263513644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkmLyzAGLxbhGqBfq_XEpNJgcIsV2L-ow9Z8bW8hd9ZzFlf8xoAEE-diwlq2YhHu6NSKkTJechbwKHQ0jcZI7-fTXX6MwDC28yl40FfjCX0izQyNcGOYK3QW0UEgdBhkqzqCzTFY95SBS/s400/DSCF4779.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, there were a variety of flying attractions. Frittilaries, dragonflies, and birds.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxO-_9Gozu6OBFLg0PpAFN33d_ySHuvhxmNVS3G9qaaSRG1bqSNM17vk5xTgmXte4c2hh-U4tiFgj-HPMvXvV9q5G8G5H5xpFZ4FBhTOL9dK350w8QOn8HvRviL-9zctQmTxFn6UmptGd/s1600/DSCF4813.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482067254552999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxO-_9Gozu6OBFLg0PpAFN33d_ySHuvhxmNVS3G9qaaSRG1bqSNM17vk5xTgmXte4c2hh-U4tiFgj-HPMvXvV9q5G8G5H5xpFZ4FBhTOL9dK350w8QOn8HvRviL-9zctQmTxFn6UmptGd/s400/DSCF4813.JPG" border="0" /></a> I thought this bright blue dragonfly was beautiful!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkSqI4c5ajB-PPsY-u-jdxOMtDekZ1VNi9djQUJMePqPASziOYaMz9p-1r5YHMOAbhQYnEmsQ1l_MVPTlN7PfjxVpU09jI6bxMgGDIWA7X_0C6QUvDBtwp0EbzD7YtdkM6clKCYIssfVQ/s1600/DSCF4811.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482064611202416370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkSqI4c5ajB-PPsY-u-jdxOMtDekZ1VNi9djQUJMePqPASziOYaMz9p-1r5YHMOAbhQYnEmsQ1l_MVPTlN7PfjxVpU09jI6bxMgGDIWA7X_0C6QUvDBtwp0EbzD7YtdkM6clKCYIssfVQ/s400/DSCF4811.JPG" border="0" /></a> And . . . blue seemed to be the color of the day. I had the privilege of watching an indigo bunting pair along the creek. Although I have occasionally seen them in our backyard, I hadn't yet this year. They are so pretty.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Xh1obe6TPsg-p01YfarZDN9RrwufiUhPXckR4ADx_VMuh_QkmGIJfLkk9KgAFrK89RgcD9lNwb50KFvgWvRgznB8gSgtNywNizzqIJOdKUTc2XHYyZ3U5-NQ2oRmWdCDPBtJxFNCNeKe/s1600/DSCF4817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482064605801915506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Xh1obe6TPsg-p01YfarZDN9RrwufiUhPXckR4ADx_VMuh_QkmGIJfLkk9KgAFrK89RgcD9lNwb50KFvgWvRgznB8gSgtNywNizzqIJOdKUTc2XHYyZ3U5-NQ2oRmWdCDPBtJxFNCNeKe/s400/DSCF4817.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, last time I promised a picture of the oriole pair at the feeder. This is my best shot at that.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSReEV0E9lBEBoDDxzU3OK6q7Afjpo7UL37_3pTnJN1g-DQqZ0Qa6mZ2gKuQudXxzMe6OCr700Hvb4l7y41zvFRFRmktka1JjkeOGtELqX3jrBqh2_KjlRu8H3nFvgqgPxgTgjSrJbYAAQ/s1600/DSCF4740.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482063499138714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSReEV0E9lBEBoDDxzU3OK6q7Afjpo7UL37_3pTnJN1g-DQqZ0Qa6mZ2gKuQudXxzMe6OCr700Hvb4l7y41zvFRFRmktka1JjkeOGtELqX3jrBqh2_KjlRu8H3nFvgqgPxgTgjSrJbYAAQ/s400/DSCF4740.JPG" border="0" /></a>And for those who like their birds a little larger, here's a turkey strutting on the edge of our front yard. We typically have a small flock down in the field in the mornings, but once in a while one will venture a little closer to the house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQnCGxhuFeNaPUKSheJEx_MQR7xQzOV5K5ervxCEprQDg-buAFBoTTwtaF7xEGoLT9A_D1-eDEQYkqOI82D6YS2Tl0En7awus7xUIE7Y5dRKZNGTdqb3dUXixFsZTIJlx9ucEzV3kWS2s/s1600/DSCF4759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482061435221983266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQnCGxhuFeNaPUKSheJEx_MQR7xQzOV5K5ervxCEprQDg-buAFBoTTwtaF7xEGoLT9A_D1-eDEQYkqOI82D6YS2Tl0En7awus7xUIE7Y5dRKZNGTdqb3dUXixFsZTIJlx9ucEzV3kWS2s/s400/DSCF4759.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hope you enjoyed this little nature walk.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-50523061204717147212010-05-21T21:12:00.000-07:002010-05-21T21:49:48.530-07:00Kittens, Kittens, Kittens, and an Oriole<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAs6A9HRPKY4yQMXFGprzckpm1BNqy68Tr-gdVA8YAZppVTqi5crimzAM05c8B5RYyc7Di-L4e3G0EijLkelzgDngF5PHraQjgx7YCz3ggwDA5B_a-py4BoG96gMFUk5XV7fYL6TH_BPm/s1600/Kittens+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473947025445941362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAs6A9HRPKY4yQMXFGprzckpm1BNqy68Tr-gdVA8YAZppVTqi5crimzAM05c8B5RYyc7Di-L4e3G0EijLkelzgDngF5PHraQjgx7YCz3ggwDA5B_a-py4BoG96gMFUk5XV7fYL6TH_BPm/s400/Kittens+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> When Steph and Annie and Jessie were little, they always loved to play with baby kittens for many hours during the spring and summer. They named each one and remembered their names even long after the kittens were gone. We used to tease Steph that her picture albums had more cats in them than people.<br /><br />Well, last year with Jessie gone to camp most of the summer, the kittens didn't get named until Jacob came and figured out a fitting name for each. But, since he wasn't here long to play with them, I soon forgot their names.<br /><br />Now we have 5 little kittens from a no-name mother. Aren't they cute? Aren't all kittens cute?<br /><br />I've titled the first picture, "Jessie, where are you? Or Rainey, or Emily, or Paisley, or Bri? Where's a little girl to snuggle with?"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNU3N497KcANylFh1oHcy2kZOH2c_ifjBxlr7YlLg2AYM8hK5lIMFVZjVEx8l9j7jel9zA0LUgt47jxPFUNJXrXNt-lbJh-UZii8i58WRevbrW_cBlFWHh9HfjNHtYkvB07WYLgAJFzici/s1600/Kittens+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473947020622469986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNU3N497KcANylFh1oHcy2kZOH2c_ifjBxlr7YlLg2AYM8hK5lIMFVZjVEx8l9j7jel9zA0LUgt47jxPFUNJXrXNt-lbJh-UZii8i58WRevbrW_cBlFWHh9HfjNHtYkvB07WYLgAJFzici/s400/Kittens+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Moving Day"<br />They were born in our old garage, but today the mother decided to move them up closer to the house--I suppose that means we'll have to buy more cat food! They are almost too heavy for her to carry. First she carried one and three followed, then she must have gone back for the fifth one.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsG9mndtRNFMt9WN4jbdpD53b9qi0x6XnxFBdyqW5KPYzc9D1pGSTaOSHpNjdCFmS1uW_gSVUQlYnEm_uKg7Dm4YG3sJxZuVkd7WvQYRnoABCvZhtAUy7-zy6rRJPX_OkaQ-qbjRIxB80z/s1600/Kittens+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473947013169275682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsG9mndtRNFMt9WN4jbdpD53b9qi0x6XnxFBdyqW5KPYzc9D1pGSTaOSHpNjdCFmS1uW_gSVUQlYnEm_uKg7Dm4YG3sJxZuVkd7WvQYRnoABCvZhtAUy7-zy6rRJPX_OkaQ-qbjRIxB80z/s400/Kittens+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> "So CUTE!"</div><div>At card party tonight, one couple said they would take two. Yippee! How many do you want?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRXw3v-6xEMamIhOAhCoHEu3G_3H1vedVRo6BC9eva3LEnohY7Pnf3tdV5L6yLFtCPMrRXj75mDHs0gzdZABHtv33IgmLOt_ju5Mi2vwQMpMJahYKKFQnW8tQyRrdZF9qzcS7Hcrpnn0A/s1600/Kittens+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473947004743799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRXw3v-6xEMamIhOAhCoHEu3G_3H1vedVRo6BC9eva3LEnohY7Pnf3tdV5L6yLFtCPMrRXj75mDHs0gzdZABHtv33IgmLOt_ju5Mi2vwQMpMJahYKKFQnW8tQyRrdZF9qzcS7Hcrpnn0A/s400/Kittens+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Of course, I had to add a picture of the oriole that has been coming to my feeder. He is eating grape jelly from the orange cup. I so enjoy watching them from the kitchen window. He is gorgeous and his song is beautiful. His mate also comes. I'll try to get a picture of both of them.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-8966730722891793042010-05-02T18:01:00.000-07:002010-05-02T18:11:41.895-07:00What's in a Word<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPh1w2It_LXZA2-yVJ0vleX6phWbxSoaHMEuuR7V465Sz-Bv-7g5hIVewMdHCeb2WKarS_S680TnS3Y-JculEohGHweLDMlg6Q0Pdl8UNRpkDvkAKLmDP5o2vPhTLVLUzUqtAJIsZx_leN/s1600/_140_245_Book_160_cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466843868304865570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPh1w2It_LXZA2-yVJ0vleX6phWbxSoaHMEuuR7V465Sz-Bv-7g5hIVewMdHCeb2WKarS_S680TnS3Y-JculEohGHweLDMlg6Q0Pdl8UNRpkDvkAKLmDP5o2vPhTLVLUzUqtAJIsZx_leN/s400/_140_245_Book_160_cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> In modern English the homophones “flour” and “flower” are worlds apart, but in Elizabethan times the top quality ground wheat (reserved for royal tables) was called the “flower of the wheat,” meaning the very best. The two spellings were interchangeable until the nineteenth century when they began to have quite different meanings.<br /><br /> This is just one of the many tidbits gleaned (no pun intended) from <em>What’s in a Word</em> by Webb Garrison. Thomas Nelson has recently re-issued this book of stories about the backgrounds of more than 350 words and phrases.<br /><br /> Some of the phrases, like “thorn in the flesh” and “skin of our teeth,” come from the Bible, and others, like “crystal” and “diamond,” have Greek and Latin derivations, and others, like “washout” and “stump,” come from the American frontier.<br /><br /> <em>What's in a Word</em>, although not a definitive work, is a fascinating read for anyone interested in words. The book has little value for actually looking up information on a specific word (if you think of a phrase, it probably won’t be in the book and the index is little help even for the words in the book), but in the author’s words, “the vignettes included here are brief enough for bathroom reading.” Enjoy!Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-38667471412779853752010-04-23T12:30:00.000-07:002010-04-23T20:58:37.782-07:00Minnesota<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9G2EaowBBnp0o9_omG8Tz5rhhWms5Iiq4F19Cg2QI0fXVTPy-lK1TathBtB5UzSdudE1Iox3f5Wnb3nT0oZRIv4AT0NKwzWX5XF6icW8XvWfeKeZgU06doJI_Pt774efYgscVrM6aW8U/s1600/DSCF4562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463446601178503522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9G2EaowBBnp0o9_omG8Tz5rhhWms5Iiq4F19Cg2QI0fXVTPy-lK1TathBtB5UzSdudE1Iox3f5Wnb3nT0oZRIv4AT0NKwzWX5XF6icW8XvWfeKeZgU06doJI_Pt774efYgscVrM6aW8U/s400/DSCF4562.JPG" border="0" /></a> While in Minnesota last week, we got to watch Jessie in her tennis match against Northwestern. This is a cute picture of her with her doubles partner.<br /><br />The next day Jessie took us around to see a few of the Minneapolis sites. This is Minnehaha Falls, a beautiful spot. Steph has lived in Minneapolis since 1994--how come she never took us here?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbCylh1ND5q7dPqOMPavl6m2gGZTuL_zjnKtFkillHbSISfcGEnoRLNVHi5h8AAzOL6gQxKIVP4QnK_gDylVWJbXBoI_MCfoDrGiCdx66riCb1qb1Q2EQu0Er94QJInVmGy46mk_SEdcG/s1600/DSCF4585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463446596264339266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbCylh1ND5q7dPqOMPavl6m2gGZTuL_zjnKtFkillHbSISfcGEnoRLNVHi5h8AAzOL6gQxKIVP4QnK_gDylVWJbXBoI_MCfoDrGiCdx66riCb1qb1Q2EQu0Er94QJInVmGy46mk_SEdcG/s400/DSCF4585.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's a darling picture of Emily and Bri on the day of Emily's ladybug birthday party. She is quite the little lady.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoBVNHNBbssFHhlQkDWtr_b31q8se6jPPyzX_Fkb11PJoTtefUIusM8jtIg_RJeMsW9oLmfuo9UXIxv0WueGuxigF23EuxeN89c_0qyMRU8Xp-2PnBK84_85avEF76xKzwex-AgMweim_/s1600/DSCF4613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463446588003109378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoBVNHNBbssFHhlQkDWtr_b31q8se6jPPyzX_Fkb11PJoTtefUIusM8jtIg_RJeMsW9oLmfuo9UXIxv0WueGuxigF23EuxeN89c_0qyMRU8Xp-2PnBK84_85avEF76xKzwex-AgMweim_/s400/DSCF4613.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had fun sewing Emily's Snow White dress. Now Paisley is Cinderella, Emily is Snow White, Bri will be ?, and Annie's little girl-to-be will be ? We are going to have a little string of princesses!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxbfU3CTbHkBf7dLjmKZEpdc4ldD6QsMQjxrgTJe7j8jIM-flQqkgFnYkhgAuVXsopuq2igNH-zdu_ZP4aGC59buj2iAX3D2_CV2eQZqsn3uFV1zuAKAgoa8W4ibvaAFfKMUO_34_psLO/s1600/DSCF4624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463446579775505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxbfU3CTbHkBf7dLjmKZEpdc4ldD6QsMQjxrgTJe7j8jIM-flQqkgFnYkhgAuVXsopuq2igNH-zdu_ZP4aGC59buj2iAX3D2_CV2eQZqsn3uFV1zuAKAgoa8W4ibvaAFfKMUO_34_psLO/s400/DSCF4624.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my favorite picture of Emily.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb-JkI3GG0aMPJzsMCBaWdTCYxdJM019pnRKvpNMGB-_D4EtupVnqXvDECT5Bg65kAlVFdf3UPstxIFYKuyt7roSiDF5MjFZ3lvzbeM-kuO5V0Y9MxtfMPupcyOHxkA_RgdyDUZXy8TDV/s1600/DSCF4578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424079864710754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb-JkI3GG0aMPJzsMCBaWdTCYxdJM019pnRKvpNMGB-_D4EtupVnqXvDECT5Bg65kAlVFdf3UPstxIFYKuyt7roSiDF5MjFZ3lvzbeM-kuO5V0Y9MxtfMPupcyOHxkA_RgdyDUZXy8TDV/s400/DSCF4578.JPG" border="0" /></a> And, this is a cute picture of Bri and Kevin clowning around. We had a great trip and it's always good to see our little girls, as well as our bigger girls and their guys.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuIG9JUX1tlgYegwLKPgfBXbGtUmvbGgLmVTat5HNnzRN4e4KtdadpJVvtEcMSDlo3Lkg6Ov8IF3L5UpbI-G4ASgshhrvduRtbzPwhlEfX_o0w35AInRyx7ZtgwdB7CHFC8U_SnamWi4c/s1600/DSCF4640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424074131496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuIG9JUX1tlgYegwLKPgfBXbGtUmvbGgLmVTat5HNnzRN4e4KtdadpJVvtEcMSDlo3Lkg6Ov8IF3L5UpbI-G4ASgshhrvduRtbzPwhlEfX_o0w35AInRyx7ZtgwdB7CHFC8U_SnamWi4c/s400/DSCF4640.JPG" border="0" /></a> When we arrived home, everything was blooming--the crabapple tree, the tulips, the bleeding heart, and the plums. Beautiful and fragrant!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDdK_ijBraesmSMV2CBxPyO17eTWBJhtDcILQ2SDXmxycNH8vktDimk8hRs7pDpbWGJo-isB7jxI8xqBjutajseahYsCVgvIU2a4R_fSHAsxKrwGlaSDFy5AugM-mZndQpbIf-TnnDIAH/s1600/DSCF4653.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424068103990002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDdK_ijBraesmSMV2CBxPyO17eTWBJhtDcILQ2SDXmxycNH8vktDimk8hRs7pDpbWGJo-isB7jxI8xqBjutajseahYsCVgvIU2a4R_fSHAsxKrwGlaSDFy5AugM-mZndQpbIf-TnnDIAH/s400/DSCF4653.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFvrEE_SqgIzqe4SGkb9Q_WhkBfJ8OOl2xjcw68SlviKkNar5Nr7DDzmMJ8E3zbhUw1xFVagSG4GiR2D05xMcqI647nKj1cySQYmBKpbgEhkTh7HM5c_AQ3xVzXhtYnBR7QlhpicIRW7W/s1600/DSCF4647.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424060793321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFvrEE_SqgIzqe4SGkb9Q_WhkBfJ8OOl2xjcw68SlviKkNar5Nr7DDzmMJ8E3zbhUw1xFVagSG4GiR2D05xMcqI647nKj1cySQYmBKpbgEhkTh7HM5c_AQ3xVzXhtYnBR7QlhpicIRW7W/s400/DSCF4647.JPG" border="0" /></a> Have a great day!<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-61783326407377722842010-04-10T17:30:00.000-07:002010-04-10T17:36:12.623-07:00Embraced by the Father<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ4BbC7zGEAbWUjhFKouCm3_FcccyI_U9zT79TFz8hzekZIx0QsvESt3SDgQkHYKsfXILH7l59dsgECKeyL5rYAfAVExZBfhQeQRVSVftmFsUnzAErthACWIiTFnQxDK1NW09u152RdaV/s1600/Embraced_by_the_Father.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458671237424800930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ4BbC7zGEAbWUjhFKouCm3_FcccyI_U9zT79TFz8hzekZIx0QsvESt3SDgQkHYKsfXILH7l59dsgECKeyL5rYAfAVExZBfhQeQRVSVftmFsUnzAErthACWIiTFnQxDK1NW09u152RdaV/s400/Embraced_by_the_Father.jpg" border="0" /></a> Are you a faithful fan of “Dancing with the Stars”? Yes? Keep reading. Not so much? Keep reading. Are you curious about what Hagar, Sarah, Esther, Elisha, Gideon, and others have in common with the waltz, the fox trot, and the jitterbug?<br /><br /> <em>Embraced by the Father</em>, Susanne Scheppmann’s latest Bible study, uses a background of dance themes to teach us that God wants us to dance through life in His everlasting arms.<br /><br /> Susanne weaves the stories (some deeply moving, some incredibly hilarious) of her own life of wanting to be embraced by the father with the stories of Bible characters finding God’s grace in the names of God.<br /><br /> <em>Embraced</em> can be appreciated in several layers. You can read the stories of Susanne’s life as a young girl growing up in a seemingly impossible family situation before being rescued and redeemed by an almighty, loving heavenly father. Or, you can study the stories of Bible characters in their journeys with the same gracious father. Or, you can read <em>Embraced</em> to learn the Hebrew names for God and the relevance of those names for us today.<br /><br /> As women, we all seek safety, strength, and security. <em>Embraced by the Father</em>, available at <a href="http://www.newhopepublishers.com/">www.NewHopePublishers.com</a>, points all women, regardless of age and circumstance, to the only father who can perfectly provide for those desires. Read and study through Susanne’s recent work and learn to stand on Jesus’ feet as he leads you across the dance floor of his kingdom.<br /><br /> Read Susanne’s blog at <a href="http://www.susannescheppmann.blogspot.com/">www.susannescheppmann.blogspot.com</a> or follow her on Facebook or Twitter.<br /><br /><div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-54123113090712662442010-03-26T10:30:00.001-07:002010-03-26T11:06:00.189-07:00We're back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uk4spdtq-JxlbAW6tXuq38UYGBYh8Abi_AM5saPT0Nx3mUUgE0rXavRVk2L_Os51dAiS-jYcON-o-R7rzuAf4aweL9Zv0LivGqXyHs9_m_SuoKZnTrSj1QyrmZ0FbpWy7LgIWNHuH9LO/s1600/DSCF4391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000946001278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uk4spdtq-JxlbAW6tXuq38UYGBYh8Abi_AM5saPT0Nx3mUUgE0rXavRVk2L_Os51dAiS-jYcON-o-R7rzuAf4aweL9Zv0LivGqXyHs9_m_SuoKZnTrSj1QyrmZ0FbpWy7LgIWNHuH9LO/s400/DSCF4391.JPG" border="0" /></a> We have had some internet problems the last two weeks, but now we're back. As always, computer glitches can be so frustrating, but there was some good too. It gave me much extra time for other things and caused me to think carefully about the time I do spend on the computer.<br /><br />Mainly, I regretted not being able to tell you about all the fun Bri and I had during her Spring Break visit with Jessie and to show you some of the pictures of her. Sorry this took so long, Bri, but I'm thankful for the extra time we had since I couldn't "worry" about all the important (!) e-mails I was missing.<br /><br />Anyone who knows Bri even a little knows that her #1 favorite pasttime is jumping. These first two pictures show her in action. The second one was taken at Lost in Fun and I was pretty excited about how my camera caught her in action. And, one of her #2 pasttimes is making silly faces. The other three pictures show this in action.<br /><br />We did many things not chronicled here--Mexicali VBS at church, fed the kittens, played in the surprise snow, went to library story time, went to the Lincoln Children's Museum, went to Investigation Station at the State Historical Museum, visited great-grandparents, made waffles, baked cupcakes and cookies, and had a tea party! We were busy, but had great fun. I love it when I have each grandchild all to myself!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFydQgU1og82oJEAsFaffu7jKbg_gcLpegM4BYXJh-ZVdDiAiIwvZqvhy6XQofGdFpbpE8kgseZ3Ct1jH5ImOYXcoKICaVqqR-cIHJ6dJRs3v3Gcx126bBKGwYb80U4usFX-lTfTA9WMqY/s1600/DSCF4399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000937747083362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFydQgU1og82oJEAsFaffu7jKbg_gcLpegM4BYXJh-ZVdDiAiIwvZqvhy6XQofGdFpbpE8kgseZ3Ct1jH5ImOYXcoKICaVqqR-cIHJ6dJRs3v3Gcx126bBKGwYb80U4usFX-lTfTA9WMqY/s400/DSCF4399.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSHdzOM_AyxadC8ibvcifOMEbrXCvnYiI6__69r21KdPtkEQm82Cb__Prnv-r8YhiENuzc5-cuuweZ4fWq2vfob0Npkma38G9OYbL71wHogierkFKxhFQ9kefsyXqvEue42jQ3NRl8nr9/s1600/DSCF4435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000933169930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSHdzOM_AyxadC8ibvcifOMEbrXCvnYiI6__69r21KdPtkEQm82Cb__Prnv-r8YhiENuzc5-cuuweZ4fWq2vfob0Npkma38G9OYbL71wHogierkFKxhFQ9kefsyXqvEue42jQ3NRl8nr9/s400/DSCF4435.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid845B0SF6COovig16GudeCvGhf9TlbI2X_er25WHtY12UdlUOyXwsCSFbfF6A3eP42F48zVnszmG-qqW4GJ-o-DpkhBk47a8j-_1ebfHnDM0lnEe6-c2q21wJwI5no2t5OSt-n_xx9rth/s1600/DSCF4527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000929412593378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid845B0SF6COovig16GudeCvGhf9TlbI2X_er25WHtY12UdlUOyXwsCSFbfF6A3eP42F48zVnszmG-qqW4GJ-o-DpkhBk47a8j-_1ebfHnDM0lnEe6-c2q21wJwI5no2t5OSt-n_xx9rth/s400/DSCF4527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKA5SDFqd2k8dDwFfOB0UpMxM9wOH46FQfEkm8sdbWgw3A2iIKrmZzy5WBGQJgasoCC0o7hTda1nFq85N2Ekjk3bgrxUfMACRJpXnE5PYCRRaI7NK9ALseAaFlkcETjhRiXX1fmPh3RTtt/s1600/DSCF4523.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000926653442914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKA5SDFqd2k8dDwFfOB0UpMxM9wOH46FQfEkm8sdbWgw3A2iIKrmZzy5WBGQJgasoCC0o7hTda1nFq85N2Ekjk3bgrxUfMACRJpXnE5PYCRRaI7NK9ALseAaFlkcETjhRiXX1fmPh3RTtt/s400/DSCF4523.JPG" border="0" /></a> Thanks, Bri, for being brave enough to come so far for such a long visit. I hope this will be the beginning of a long annual tradition.</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day, everyone reading this!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-49631478438849458572010-03-04T21:41:00.000-08:002010-03-04T22:09:40.220-08:00Nelson's Complete Book of Bible Maps and Charts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWO93zagh-QfVbq4RPJ2zVOn8ONLIfo-1v9S4QZQVBwXCWyRO85BbFn791ixecPlX8cyanqHo5nQ5fvrVsc-gM5w5wskgAwRroe_Tdbgq44RRj7GEdj_bhPipKsvyuhpxBzZjwStlzql6/s1600-h/_140_245_Book_138_cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445027562874996946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWO93zagh-QfVbq4RPJ2zVOn8ONLIfo-1v9S4QZQVBwXCWyRO85BbFn791ixecPlX8cyanqHo5nQ5fvrVsc-gM5w5wskgAwRroe_Tdbgq44RRj7GEdj_bhPipKsvyuhpxBzZjwStlzql6/s400/_140_245_Book_138_cover.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nelson's Complete Book of Bible Maps and Charts, third edition, is probably the finest book, and certainly the book with the most value for the price, that I've reviewed for Thomas Nelson.<br /><br />The 470-paged book is a wealth of full-color photographs, maps, and graphics for any student or teacher of the Bible. Organized book by book through the old and new testaments, it has information on authors, dates, themes, literary structures, characters, and events, as well as detailed outlines and informative charts for every aspect of each book. For a map lover like me, the maps alone (I counted 84) are worth the price of the book.<br /><br />To give you a close up of the book, consider these features: the six-page entry for Ephesians contains a paragraph about the author, two about the date of Paul's writing, three about theme and literary structure, a chart of "Ephesians at a Glance," an outline of the book, a map and discussion of the city of Ephesus, and a comment about Paul's phrase "in Christ," which appears thirty-five times in the book. Acts, a much longer book, has 12 pages, including 7 charts and 9 maps, for its entry.<br /><br />And, Thomas Nelson keeps on giving with this volume. All the maps and charts are available for free download at their website. This feature is invaluable for teachers and Bible study leaders who want to provide visuals for their students. Thank you, Thomas Nelson, for publishing this fantastic resource, and thanks for my complimentary copy and the opportunity to review for you.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-77701222625180019352010-02-21T19:48:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:38:00.463-08:00Happy Birthday to Paisley!On Thursday, Feb. 11, when we set out for Texas, we had no idea that we would drive into snow. This first picture looks like it could be Nebraska or somewhere on our way to Minnesota, but it was our worst stretch of driving in southern Oklahoma! It was snowing good and only the driving lane was clear. Fortunately, we made it safely to Annie's in Longview.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440918662273636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-AW7soQHYUgOsvNusuvJOf6-wZdRzNMbsL76Wo-TIRixafovcF696DZOITpHoDmGvEJW6qvJ0xHGP6qzhfhFvE5ypVKqhkGdyMdDMUWg05nW-h46lyYtZkAyirWs58BlLllwZ4-n7j-p/s400/DSCF4242.JPG" border="0" />Friday morning we woke up to 3-4 inches of snow. David remembered only one other time of snow in Texas and that was when he was in high school. It was exciting to build a snowman with Paisley.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2t8yZjmqBhFxKkSo4wvdFUifP7Ojy18BmF3zsXFxqSC4Q0toXoXIckrZr_vGmBVdDTPDSyij1rOlPWniBILJBb0JJncBb__BziHxxK3k6Hbjg514Ig6MWrI9sjsuQpNqs0LaCG6DRO9Cc/s1600-h/DSCF4261.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440918654608298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2t8yZjmqBhFxKkSo4wvdFUifP7Ojy18BmF3zsXFxqSC4Q0toXoXIckrZr_vGmBVdDTPDSyij1rOlPWniBILJBb0JJncBb__BziHxxK3k6Hbjg514Ig6MWrI9sjsuQpNqs0LaCG6DRO9Cc/s400/DSCF4261.JPG" border="0" /></a> Isn't he cute?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY2tgcWtLP-yAXYhb1bZG-LbMBF-3QlbF_OGqN8wJHQFqZm3c03J4oQfw7jqpTit3-9oloEjxPeMrh-8ec3JMuLbhxHXwWU_3kwp23kwF6LqsJJ_TlHIuQ8n4ZuWAbPFZno-nT-Is3stY/s1600-h/DSCF4276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440918648199549042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY2tgcWtLP-yAXYhb1bZG-LbMBF-3QlbF_OGqN8wJHQFqZm3c03J4oQfw7jqpTit3-9oloEjxPeMrh-8ec3JMuLbhxHXwWU_3kwp23kwF6LqsJJ_TlHIuQ8n4ZuWAbPFZno-nT-Is3stY/s400/DSCF4276.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my favorite picture of Paisley for the week.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsx_SJQf0a_SOyQLTl36pE_uWLMESMX5UBS5gzDzpeuwvoyNqgHdAH6mOW0nyKzZPv5NeOSNmZ4Tk8qtXYSXWn_k9prGHGmE7pGzendIZfiTd4Bg0UWuo3ymxjEgV_9WMUaEQhSUnAQ15w/s1600-h/DSCF4281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440918639012559842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsx_SJQf0a_SOyQLTl36pE_uWLMESMX5UBS5gzDzpeuwvoyNqgHdAH6mOW0nyKzZPv5NeOSNmZ4Tk8qtXYSXWn_k9prGHGmE7pGzendIZfiTd4Bg0UWuo3ymxjEgV_9WMUaEQhSUnAQ15w/s400/DSCF4281.JPG" border="0" /></a> Since we had gone to Texas for Paisley's birthday, we enjoyed partying with her and all her friends. Here she is with the Cinderella cake that Annie made her.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBhi81mT7Avy4cUlYDD5Ay9Hvt4vTJh_ooQThl3agTc2US-VCJJT8uy_rVERwAlls9dyGKlqYf5ZIKo61STtC_y3fSJpzM3sOdcgzWP-gEFR2uGPapa_crZsprZidni6vaHGMkKDftV9r/s1600-h/DSCF4301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440913567022478914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBhi81mT7Avy4cUlYDD5Ay9Hvt4vTJh_ooQThl3agTc2US-VCJJT8uy_rVERwAlls9dyGKlqYf5ZIKo61STtC_y3fSJpzM3sOdcgzWP-gEFR2uGPapa_crZsprZidni6vaHGMkKDftV9r/s400/DSCF4301.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here she is in her Cinderella dress, holding a tiny Cinderella. We think the big Cinderella is the prettier one!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zCfoHyeKEUkJ_jDAEPbfbZLmNTRSVzDDZJPnsYkdYdU6bsGkU0tzppxMWJ7AuLaP5QQeKLHh0JZ0FUGKo4WTRmkwxMk5yUAsrGOWmHG9vAaLmRCwLgus_G6G0qGOPJnIaldnj__hy31a/s1600-h/DSCF4309.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440913556571300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zCfoHyeKEUkJ_jDAEPbfbZLmNTRSVzDDZJPnsYkdYdU6bsGkU0tzppxMWJ7AuLaP5QQeKLHh0JZ0FUGKo4WTRmkwxMk5yUAsrGOWmHG9vAaLmRCwLgus_G6G0qGOPJnIaldnj__hy31a/s400/DSCF4309.JPG" border="0" /></a>Last, but not least, here she is with Grandpa on Valentine's Day. Two of my sweethearts! Grandpa celebrated his birthday, too, and David's is today.</div><div>Happy Birthday to all our Februarys!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeN955jmjkwmCQRneh7qUklxgYx9UtlhzvteGC_yMgBOpn33lKrDdJXvTH-IzgjnGmqc4D7lyQ6PwajeoiGRcBzEjZ_g1D5zgf9UAX6PYYqcFSeJJXptI2sgK4qVlzqMIC_QQg9gKfTQ3A/s1600-h/DSCF4315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440913546870952242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeN955jmjkwmCQRneh7qUklxgYx9UtlhzvteGC_yMgBOpn33lKrDdJXvTH-IzgjnGmqc4D7lyQ6PwajeoiGRcBzEjZ_g1D5zgf9UAX6PYYqcFSeJJXptI2sgK4qVlzqMIC_QQg9gKfTQ3A/s400/DSCF4315.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1096676328162578154.post-89342145700085441452010-01-24T12:45:00.000-08:002010-01-24T12:51:27.270-08:00Antonio Meets His Match<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWte07cfc5B1ups1y7FD2_594LZahUq3ZGBdXJhdoEtQONXSgCGRJtIIh6XdMcEnVisYrCmCpAJ1Y4ipDoYaCNecQX_MLqUZBvROjOQ4KTK4RYmnudREIen_6P1sJWN2wsv4a3LaH-hGy/s1600-h/_76_128_Book_125_cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430411740777172274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWte07cfc5B1ups1y7FD2_594LZahUq3ZGBdXJhdoEtQONXSgCGRJtIIh6XdMcEnVisYrCmCpAJ1Y4ipDoYaCNecQX_MLqUZBvROjOQ4KTK4RYmnudREIen_6P1sJWN2wsv4a3LaH-hGy/s400/_76_128_Book_125_cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Antonio Meets His Match, the latest in Max Lucado’s Hermie & Friends DVD series by Tommy Nelson Publishing, teaches children and adults alike that God commands us to love our neighbors, even when those neighbors are very annoying. A group of kilt-wearing, bagpipe-playing, Scottish red ants move into the garden, and Antonio and Hermie are immediately offended by the newbies’ habits and attitudes. The Scotsmen don’t give an inch, and tempers flare.<br /><br />After a couple altercations, Antonio and Angus agree to settle the arguments by some traditional Scottish games. Antonio is winning handily until the bagpipe playing—then, not so much. Antonio loses the contest and has to move. Both sides learn a lesson about neighborliness when Billy Croaker takes matters into his hands.<br /><br />Although the actual story of Antonio Meets His Match was a little slow starting, the outcome was good and the story was true to God’s Word. We are commanded to “love our neighbors,” and not just the ones who are easy to love.<br /><br />In addition to the actual story, I appreciated the Bonus features of the DVD, especially the sing-along, “How Could Anyone Not Love Me?” because Angus’ Scottish brogue was difficult to understand during the story. The other bonus features are great, as well.</div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687944914789061749noreply@blogger.com5