tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47347806985857439102024-03-13T17:19:14.191+10:30Tiffany's Writing CompendiumTKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-3722762170711360202011-12-06T05:46:00.002+10:302011-12-06T05:46:50.851+10:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">'Wherever you are, be all there.'</div><div align="center">~Jim Elliot~</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-18907669710667178192011-12-04T17:00:00.000+10:302011-12-04T17:00:30.056+10:30Sunday Psalms & Songs<div align="center">...in true Christmas spirit...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Good King Wenceslas looked out</div><div style="text-align: center;">On the feast of Stephen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gath'ring winter fuel</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the snow lay round about</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deep and crisp and even</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brightly shone the moon that night</div><div style="text-align: center;">Though the frost was cruel</div><div style="text-align: center;">When a poor man came in sight</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hither, page, and stand by me</div><div style="text-align: center;">If thou know'st it, telling</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yonder peasant, who is he?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where and what his dwelling?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sire, he lives a good league hence</div><div style="text-align: center;">Underneath the mountain</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right against the forest fence</div><div style="text-align: center;">By Saint Agnes' fountain."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Bring me flesh and bring me wine</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring me pine logs hither</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thou and I will see him dine</div><div style="text-align: center;">When we bear him thither."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Page and monarch forth they went</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forth they went together</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the rude wind's wild lament</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the bitter weather</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sire, the night is darker now</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the wind blows stronger</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fails my heart, I know not how,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can go no longer."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mark my footsteps, my good page</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tread thou in them boldly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thou shalt find the winter's rage</div><div style="text-align: center;">Freeze thy blood less coldly."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In his master's steps he trod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where the snow lay dinted</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heat was in the very sod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which the Saint had printed</div><div style="text-align: center;">Therefore, Christian men, be sure</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wealth or rank possessing</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ye who now will bless the poor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shall yourselves find blessing </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-33064816682758481542011-12-02T15:35:00.000+10:302011-12-02T15:35:52.481+10:30Its starting to feel....<div align="center" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="320px" id="il_fi" src="http://s6.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/5DA650A5.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320px" /></div><div align="center" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(thisnext.com)</span></em></div><br />
<div align="center" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><div align="center">....A lot like Christmas.....</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am getting ready to head beachwards to spend Christmas with my entire family...its been a while.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Whilst I do love bright baubles and decorating with traditional colours, part of me also sighs with much appreciation at a washed out 'bleached' summer sunlight theme that so fits our Australian culture.</div><div align="center"><img height="400px" id="il_fi" src="http://img4.coastalliving.com/i/2001/11/decorations-wreath-l.jpg?400:400" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400px" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(coastaliving.com)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">it soothes the mind and the soul....</div><div align="center">it calms the overly sensitised spirit</div><div align="center"><img height="222px" id="il_fi" src="http://www.abeachcottage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/beach-cottage-coastal-christmas-675x471.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320px" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(thebeachcottage.com)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">and allows for a moment or two relaxing</div><div align="center">and dreaming about what lies around the next bend in the road.</div><div align="center"><img height="320px" id="il_fi" src="http://static.artfire.com/admin/product_images/thumbs/--30000--28719_product_1556527468_thumb_large.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320px" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: xx-small;">(artfire.com)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-78156353038113448422011-11-28T14:36:00.000+10:302011-11-28T14:36:52.330+10:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">"A friend is a gift you give yourself"</div><div align="center">~Robert Louis Stevenson~</div><div align="center"><img alt="Stock Illustration - a young woman
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TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-40036161484511414292011-11-27T20:43:00.000+10:302011-11-27T20:43:30.449+10:30Sunday Psalms & Songs<div align="center">Whilst quietly reflecting in church this morning, I pondered again at the many beautiful songs in the hymn book. What a fitting way to mark the commencement of each new week.....a line or two from a chosen hymn.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Now thank we all our God</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">with heart and hands and voices,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">who wondrous things has done, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">in whom this world rejoices; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">who from our mothers' arms </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">has blessed us on our way </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">with countless gifts of love, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">and still is ours today.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-82297685770241736662011-11-25T11:49:00.002+10:302011-11-25T11:57:19.490+10:30.....and now for my take on Pablo Neruda's words....LOST LOVE.....in a tribute to Pablo Neruda's "Love".<br />
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Because of you, in fields of canola grain bobbing in the breeze I yearn early scents of summer.<br />
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I have nigh forgotten your countenance, I can no longer remember your warm embrace; how did you feel entwined with me?<br />
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It is because of you, that I favour the flushing gold in open paddocks, they have no voice or sight.<br />
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I have all but forgotten your deep resonating voice; I have forgotten your soul eyes.<br />
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Like a flowered head to it’s seed, I am bound by distant memories of you. I live daily with the hurt of a long rooted pain; if you touch me now, you will do ir-reversible harm.<br />
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Your caresses hold me, like full blown crops reaching for the sky.<br />
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I have forgotten your lust, yet it seems I see reflections of you in every mirror.<br />
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Because of you, the strong odours of summer crops hurt me; because of you, I again seek out the pieces that breathe desire: brilliant night skies, cloudless moons.<br />
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TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-58239618273517718212011-11-22T19:39:00.000+10:302011-11-22T19:39:51.732+10:30Love the Pablo Neruda wayOur task in Writer's Group this week is to choose a piece of writing that we love and then try to emulate the same style/feel in a piece of our own. My choice is this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda:<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Love</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">perfumes of spring.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">how did your lips feel on mine?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">your eyes.</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">do me irreparable harm.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">window.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">stars, falling objects. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">~Pablo Neruda~</span><br />
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I love his divine imagery and hope to emulate this to some degree with my own piece.......I will be back in a day or two with my take on this.<br />
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TK xxTKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-52990543099504522672011-11-21T12:18:00.000+10:302011-11-21T12:18:15.154+10:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">"...your children are like you–they long for love, listening–not always advising, and a heart that delights in them..."</div><div align="center">~Sally, I Take Joy~</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">for the whole article which give some well prompted loving advice re parenting check out what Sally has to say <a href="http://www.itakejoy.com/creating-spaces-of-personal-time-focussed-on-hearing-hearts/">over here</a>.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-2215388519493097932011-11-07T13:24:00.000+10:302011-11-07T13:24:30.188+10:30Monday Musings....<div style="text-align: center;">What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-6174145972028492342011-11-03T23:28:00.000+10:302011-11-03T23:28:21.763+10:30Imperfect Prose - Things My Son Has Taught Meloving that I am back joining in <a href="http://canvaschild.blogspot.com/2011/11/imperfect-prose-on-thursdays-in-which.html">here</a> doing some writing again.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THINGS MY SON HAS TAUGHT ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the magic </div><div style="text-align: center;">of a thousand firsts</div><div style="text-align: center;">the whispers </div><div style="text-align: center;">of baby breaths</div><div style="text-align: center;">on my cheek</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I held you</div><div style="text-align: center;">as you slept</div><div style="text-align: center;">the delights</div><div style="text-align: center;">of a child's</div><div style="text-align: center;">world view</div><div style="text-align: center;">the serenade</div><div style="text-align: center;">of simple</div><div style="text-align: center;">nursery rhymes</div><div style="text-align: center;">the happiness</div><div style="text-align: center;">of your </div><div style="text-align: center;">cheeky deep chuckles</div><div style="text-align: center;">the freedom</div><div style="text-align: center;">of skipping</div><div style="text-align: center;">through leaves</div><div style="text-align: center;">the warmth</div><div style="text-align: center;">of a </div><div style="text-align: center;">million cuddles</div><div style="text-align: center;">the simplicity</div><div style="text-align: center;">of loving</div><div style="text-align: center;">without demand</div><div style="text-align: center;">the possibility</div><div style="text-align: center;">of infinite patience</div><div style="text-align: center;">the best in me</div><div style="text-align: center;">the very worst in me</div><div style="text-align: center;">this love</div><div style="text-align: center;">will never</div><div style="text-align: center;">end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://canvaschild.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOgh3Lu2CbIg17B94g-xkw8h0HHJamQtR9Ugkq3qpyqwKJWfDyGhaCaCuwcwcRO8_Wu4V3gDbRhe4tyy3VOuDJKHjDGa17N1URWxKS36ps6hLd2EHfL_ButuauSF1YoXYJXQg0f0RB_E/s1600/blog+button.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-55165750707904633952011-11-01T12:44:00.000+10:302011-11-01T12:44:28.968+10:30What I found with the Bowerbird<div style="text-align: center;">Bowerbird Bazaar - It was awesome - totally awesome - we have some truly fantastic creative and artistic people in this country - true artisans. I got to meet someone I admire so much and got to speak with her AND when I returned to purchase form her stand she remembered me!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thedesignfiles.net/2011/05/interview-kylie-johnson-of-paper-boat-press/kylie-portrait/" rel="attachment wp-att-24263"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-24263" height="354px" src="http://thedesignfiles.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Kylie-portrait.jpg" title="Kylie-portrait" width="520px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">her words move me, her spirit pervades her and she just plain makes you feel like the world is a good place. Kylie your work is stunning!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thedesignfiles.net/2011/05/interview-kylie-johnson-of-paper-boat-press/kylie-love/" rel="attachment wp-att-24255"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-24255" height="346px" src="http://thedesignfiles.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Kylie-love.jpg" title="Kylie-love" width="520px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These delectable Christmas decorations are made every year and you have to get in quick before they disappear. Looking for something special this yuletide then she is your girl @ <a href="http://paperboatpress.com/">paper boat press</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also picked up some crocheted morsels here - Crayon Chick - again the delight of actually purchasing from the maker and creator beats the rush, push and shove of impersonal shopping centres. It makes you feel at one with the items you buy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" closure_uid_3scia4="3" height="320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606923474666347218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitus_bFTFAdOAbd_BJkQ70mrbNRtqXsKGR8K840pzIXLbWqrd6cQ-WXua1p_OQdzm2JqDRprywdZ2ns7Z7jYi9mMYWy4CL6PaWZl4Z5nDWlvZ52Ku4vjsHFSLVohjriJYo1hR7ikS7X1I/s320/Instagram+heart.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320px" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go visit her <a href="http://crayonchick.blogspot.com/">here</a> and see what amazing things she can do with your child's drawings!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now here is something that truly blew me away.........I think these are just the most magical idea E.V.E.R.!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/37671486/175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Image of Draw-Your-Own Lamp Shade Kit" border="0" class="product_img" height="320px" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/37671486/175.jpg" width="212px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is definitely in my Christmas shopping pile - I have nephews who will love this!!!! The kit comes with everything needed for creating your own lampshade cover AND it is completely washable - so the shades can be changed!!! Whats not to love??! Go ahead and visit <a href="http://www.twolayersofcells.com/">two layers of cells</a> and see what they have on offer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you tell I had a ball??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">TK xx</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-15056366025434776022011-10-31T11:38:00.000+10:302011-10-31T11:38:25.855+10:30Monday Musings....<div style="text-align: center;">'Learn laughter from little children by thinking their thoughts, dreaming their dreams and playing their games.'</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Peterson~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="257px" id="il_fi" src="http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/award97/ndfahtml/images/hult_school_02.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320px" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>(School children playing a game near Milton N.D 1913)</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wishing you happy playful thoughts, TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-71467026225813457722011-10-28T16:46:00.000+10:302011-10-28T16:46:26.180+10:30This weekend<div align="center">I am a little bit excited......as I am heading off to Bowerbird Bazaar tomorrow!! Look at all the fab fab stuff that is going to be there AND one of my <a href="http://paperboatpress.com/">favourite</a> artist/writer/artisans is going to have a stall there - YEAH!!!! I am so so excited!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFLYGnSQI5MctLm0mIFyiVdFv2HbbfXIm9IOp_aIhamWhdPGnzEvb6kkmQXSQLtgodHGO5PsFaXjm0U29_Yaqta_Qjm3glw6o6jPlWgjooZR6mXU4-MQ1NZfVxrmfB4fpBt3ovFl7ikU/s1600/BB_DigitalFlyer_OCT11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_8g25v9="5" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFLYGnSQI5MctLm0mIFyiVdFv2HbbfXIm9IOp_aIhamWhdPGnzEvb6kkmQXSQLtgodHGO5PsFaXjm0U29_Yaqta_Qjm3glw6o6jPlWgjooZR6mXU4-MQ1NZfVxrmfB4fpBt3ovFl7ikU/s400/BB_DigitalFlyer_OCT11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will be back with my thoughts and ramblings from this event!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope you all have a lovely weekend whatever you do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">TK xx</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-13168025364291253062011-10-24T15:27:00.000+10:302011-10-24T15:27:02.004+10:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">" Be in love with your life."</div><div align="center">~'Rules of Modern Prose', Jack Kerouac~</div><div align="center"><img alt="hearts drawn in the sand with seafoam and wave Stock Photo - 4117119" border="0" class="compImg" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/svlumagraphica/svlumagraphica0901/svlumagraphica090100043/4117119-hearts-drawn-in-the-sand-with-seafoam-and-wave.jpg" title="hearts drawn in the sand with seafoam and wave Stock Photo" /></div><div align="center"><em>(stockphoto 123RF)</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-35627321952764647822011-10-03T11:26:00.000+10:302011-10-03T11:26:58.252+10:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">"Any form of entertaining involves opening up a private world to others;</div><div align="center">it calls for an extroverts heart and an introverts soul."</div><div align="center">~Martha Stewart~</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.carolyneroehm.com/entertainer/entertainer.html"><img border="0" height="122px" src="http://www.carolyneroehm.com/images/entertainer/nav1.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>(image courtesy of Carolyne Roehm Entertainer)</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-9754928659818704322011-10-01T11:29:00.001+09:302011-10-01T11:31:03.268+09:30Where have I been?I have been away from here for far too long my friends. I think perhaps I just needed to step away and re-group. I have had to sift and sort through some 'stuff' and work out how I patch up a tattered and weary heart and jaded soul and step out again. <br />
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A dear friend of mine perhaps sensed the need for me to get away and so we sojourned for a writing retreat up at Mt Tamborine in QLD. It was superb, it was sublime, it was mentally, emotionally and spiritually refreshing.<br />
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We met some truly amazing people who just blew me away with their lifestyle choices - they showed me that they truly live by faith each and every day - and I have come back home feeling better. I am more grounded, I am quiet, I am subdued but I am better - and I am writing lots!!<br />
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I am now planning a sustainable veggie garden and making adjustments to my pace of life. My studies are now more manageable and I am smiling on the inside.<br />
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This is all good stuff and this is what I am thankful for today!!! Hope you all have a lovely weekend.<br />
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I called past my local IGA this morning after doing the school drop off with my little M and noted a dad & mum with their little toddler sitting out in the rather chilly wind eating a morning snack - yes you guessed it - donuts with coca-cola AT 9AM!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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Firstly I WAS STUNNED that they were sitting outside in the freezing cold with the little boy all snuffled up with a green nose (again you can guess why - they were busy smoking away in between bites of the donuts) but to feed their darling little boy such manufactured sugar, preservative and additive filled food just had me speechless. He would have been under 2!!!! He had his own can of coke and donut. It was probably his breakfast.<br />
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I can only imagine how hyped up and ratty this boy is going to be by lunch time and his parents will probably wonder why their little son is being so naughty??!!<br />
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Okay, I do not smoke and am not out to have a go at those of you who do, BUT common sense prevails - it is icy cold out this morning and so surely sitting outside was not wise given that the boy was so obviously not well.<br />
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Then to choose such nutrient poor foods for their son just got to me. I came home really upset about it and it has me again questioning how people parent. Yes I know that everyone has different models to parent by and we all have had varied and rich experiences but this stuff is just the basics - it should be the ABC of parenting - feeding our children well and nourishing their bodies and their minds are the best gifts we can give them along with our love.<br />
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Does anyone hear me?<br />
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TK xxTKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-3954763308371055892011-08-15T12:02:00.000+09:302011-08-15T12:02:50.820+09:30Monday Musings....<div align="center">In every little girl, there is a grown-up lady.</div><div align="center">In every grown-up lady, there is a little girl.</div><div align="center">~Anonymous~</div><div align="center"><img height="212px" id="il_fi" src="http://www.avasteaparty.com/wp-content/uploads/avas_tea_party_illo1.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320px" /></div><div align="center"><em>(ava's tea party - Belle & Boo)</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I hope you take time this week to discover the child within - they are so much more fun!!</div><div align="center">TK xx</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-436278856576342492011-08-11T16:08:00.002+09:302011-08-11T23:15:16.314+09:30Bright and Beautiful Trinkets<div align="center">when feeling a little low</div><div align="center">its always a good thing</div><div align="center">to surround yourself</div><div align="center">with bright happy pretty</div><div align="center">things...</div><div align="center"><a class="img" href="http://shop.ebay.com.au/?_from=R40&_trksid=p3907.m570.l1311&_nkw=ayala+bar&_sacat=See-All-Categories#"><img alt="Item image" class="img" src="http://thumbs3.ebaystatic.com/m/mRXZVOAYsxNUFzT_Ho14MPg/140.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am currently madly </div><div align="center">in love with the fabulous</div><div align="center">designs of Ayala Bar</div><div align="center"><a class="img" href="http://shop.ebay.com.au/?_from=R40&_trksid=p3907.m570.l1311&_nkw=ayala+bar&_sacat=See-All-Categories#"><img alt="Item image" class="img" src="http://thumbs3.ebaystatic.com/m/mX70PbfmBksRGvj0R8RnEgg/140.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">She is considered to be<br />
Israel's leading</div><div align="center">costume jeweller</div><div align="center">and I think that</div><div align="center">her pieces are so</div><div align="center">stunning</div><div align="center"><a class="img" href="http://shop.ebay.com.au/?_from=R40&_trksid=p3907.m570.l1311&_nkw=ayala+bar&_sacat=See-All-Categories#"><img alt="Item image" class="img" src="http://thumbs2.ebaystatic.com/m/miDU5ZOhCJZ02fvoEgD1SQw/140.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">she entwines beauty</div><div align="center">magic and delightful</div><div align="center">happiness into each</div><div align="center">piece...</div><div align="center"><a class="img" href="http://shop.ebay.com.au/?_from=R40&_trksid=p3907.m570.l1311&_nkw=ayala+bar&_sacat=See-All-Categories#"><img alt="Item image" class="img" src="http://thumbs3.ebaystatic.com/m/mOUNHAYhYEf8_S9acz4dGDg/140.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">it really has me smiling...</div><div align="center">I am such a costume jewellery girl</div><div align="center">I will pick it every time over</div><div align="center">expensive diamonds and pearls.</div><div align="center">What about you?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TK xx</div><div align="center"></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-5373413603329333532011-08-08T12:24:00.000+09:302011-08-08T12:24:44.224+09:30Dreaming of Elsewhere<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have been absent from here</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">for a bit....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">life has been hard</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">its been difficult</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and I am needing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">to go slow just now</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I am being gentle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">to my soul</span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and treating my heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">with kindness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">nourishing my body</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and feeding my mind</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">this season too will pass</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and in the meantime</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I am simply dreaming</span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">of elsewhere.</span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><img height="278px" id="il_fi" src="http://www.stormthorgerson.com/images/art/si/MU_sfc_ButterfliesCD.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="278px" /></span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"><em>(photo courtesy of sodahug)</em></span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">with love & hugs to my dear readers,</span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">TK xx</span></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-84302328327711415372011-07-22T12:21:00.001+09:302011-07-22T12:21:54.545+09:30Daisy Chains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOAtD0QGmKY9AxOuRJXE1PZ91qr9rAOs8OzPqCBGpzGJo6H1uiAGWpNfj6f1jFbHP2AMrTfYOVfOICB3SLTuAr4seOFshLKARFXA6an4E_Fe429Yfycl3onUIo3SqKWNQCGRlk3i47g/s1600/Daisy_chain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="109px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOAtD0QGmKY9AxOuRJXE1PZ91qr9rAOs8OzPqCBGpzGJo6H1uiAGWpNfj6f1jFbHP2AMrTfYOVfOICB3SLTuAr4seOFshLKARFXA6an4E_Fe429Yfycl3onUIo3SqKWNQCGRlk3i47g/s320/Daisy_chain.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div align="center">DAISY CHAINS</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">You sought to woo me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and bedazzle me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with over the top</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">grand gestures</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a myriad of flowers</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">filling your car boot</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">to over flowing</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">they were beautiful</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so perfect, so beguiling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but complete madness</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a bouquet of utter folly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart cried</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my soul was pierced</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">tears filled my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">you tried so hard</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">yet you were never</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">going to capture me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">its life’s irony</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">you see</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">for I was to be content</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with a simple daisy chain</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">picked on Anlabee’s hill.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">TK xx</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-55145634343781578782011-07-11T13:36:00.000+09:302011-07-11T13:36:08.204+09:30Monday Musings....<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Virginia Woolf~</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXNoZj3eEbEF7dSGEiy6dncYvD2VVwsVvIZc9u5PFeK9zJM9luExxSlTz8g2nLw5Tsw9wUMmwMICHUP8EeP8NVg6jV8mY9t9ygfRjJqfeGA6tY_QX-T7ZoplOOCVjl95DOQ7We9n9_A/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXNoZj3eEbEF7dSGEiy6dncYvD2VVwsVvIZc9u5PFeK9zJM9luExxSlTz8g2nLw5Tsw9wUMmwMICHUP8EeP8NVg6jV8mY9t9ygfRjJqfeGA6tY_QX-T7ZoplOOCVjl95DOQ7We9n9_A/s1600/untitled.png" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(photo courtesy of maggie beer - a true SA icon!!!)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My quote today comes form one of my favourite writers.....I am desperately trying to think well as I aim to hand in another essay today, so I think perhaps I need to go and eat well!!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TK xx</span></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-64708690856527635562011-07-04T15:14:00.000+09:302011-07-04T15:14:07.442+09:30Monday Musings....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKnTNcDN-yUCX6ubbFFXMpBXLjUYhC-S3bKrxIQwWd5h7dpmY4hunZfSGxQ0yk8s5dTHaryo8UrtO79ANEL1hFRZCDZrpNKoHlGbxq1FlT41f2tL9J5VtDHQtfYwlvhsz05Ize69B_A/s1600/mary-swenson-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKnTNcDN-yUCX6ubbFFXMpBXLjUYhC-S3bKrxIQwWd5h7dpmY4hunZfSGxQ0yk8s5dTHaryo8UrtO79ANEL1hFRZCDZrpNKoHlGbxq1FlT41f2tL9J5VtDHQtfYwlvhsz05Ize69B_A/s320/mary-swenson-5.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></em><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><em>(photo courtesy of projectwedding.com)</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Edith Sitwell~</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May you be found today snuggling cosily and taking time with dearly loved ones.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TK xx</span></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-14423232249842931922011-06-28T19:45:00.001+09:302011-06-28T19:46:52.090+09:30Virus voices<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>virus / vaieres/ n. :</strong> any of numerous kinds of very </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">simple</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia;">organisms smaller than bacteria, often able to cause diseases; fig. poison, source of disease (L, = poison)</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My M is home from school.....again. He came back from his weekend at dad's very underpar and has got worse since. This seems to be an all too familiar story in our house. Last night I spent most of the night up with M as he was sick everywhere and naturally enough today I have had barely a spark out of him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So off we go again to the doctor for a 'check up' and again I am told.....'its a virus!!!' Script for getting my M better: rest, rest, rest, liquids, keep temp down blah blah blah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">As a mum I feel so helpless watching my little M continually be unwell and yet we try and keep him warm, rug him up, feed him nutritious foods, don't allow too much junk to be consumed......I am really at my wits end. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We have just started work with a tutor for him and here I am in week 2 having to cancel it - this frustrates me beyond belief. M canot really afford to miss time from school, he has issues with learning and this just exacerbates the problem.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He is due to commence 3 weeks school holidays at the end of this week, I question myself as to why we can't just get through to the end of term but here we are plugging through this final week.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Am I missing something here???? Am I failing him as a mum, should I be trying to do more, should I be demanding we see someone else ( I have tried several doctors).......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Here's hoping that tomorrow my M and I can do some phonics work at least...</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">TK xx</span></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734780698585743910.post-75230315785438147172011-06-27T07:42:00.000+09:302011-06-27T07:42:10.469+09:30Monday Musings....<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">on the theme of LOVE...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">" Forget love - I'd rather fall in chocolate"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">~Sandra J Dykes~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="226" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkvtR0RzwHf-08tnmATKhtKJSKbw6JxnpB_mWJOODweXioYvZ-TVbKUuoQUHG8JRhDTrdqGP6ITmbW25ol6d6BZ-zniRGhmdkabkJUGSn1CUkpJLR-dbfG98NJgjZzF80b2W7cHdkgw/s320/Heart_open.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wishing you hearts this Monday</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">TK xx</span></div>TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375983571104009648noreply@blogger.com2