<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:52:55.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Lady's Ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2482937265739569194</id><published>2011-03-15T19:03:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:28:09.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrances of the Green Thumb</title><content type='html'>Having worked twenty-plus years as an interior plantscape maintenance tech, I can't tell you how many times I've been told that I have a green thumb! Hardly a week would go by that someone didn't ask for advice on the care of houseplants. People are naturally curious about the tech that's poking around in the plants at the doctor's office and a discussion about what they're doing is the perfect way to pass the time while waiting to be called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most frequent questions were about: Watering, fertilization, repotting, and the #1 question, "How do you get the leaves so shiny?" I can still visualize amazement on the faces of onlookers when I pulled out my super, duper plant polish and started spraying the leaves and wiping to a near mirror like finish! (I personally, don't like shiny leaves, but to each his own, I guess.) The next question would always be, "Where can I get some of that?"........and there's always, "I received a plant when my grandmother died, how can I keep it alive?" That's always a tricky one because you hope that your advice doesn't lead to the demise of "grandma's plant".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location! Location! Location!&lt;/strong&gt; It was most likely the cause of the majority of losses of houseplants. People tend to buy plants they like, regardless of the space that they will be occupying. Ficus, though it may be beautiful in that dark corner, won't be for long! My best advice was and is to research the requirements for a particular species and plan the location accordingly...... With research, you too can have a green thumb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2482937265739569194?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2482937265739569194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2482937265739569194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2482937265739569194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2482937265739569194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/remembrances-of-green-thumb.html' title='Remembrances of the Green Thumb'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7012822781984004447</id><published>2011-02-12T15:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:56:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Pup + Farm Pond = Saturday Bath</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday and I guess it's inevitable...the Saturday bath. Cute Pup is the latest addition to the farm after having been abandoned (dropped off, thrown out) by someone who obviously doesn't have a conscience. A keen eye and loving heart could readily spot a true friend and constant, loving companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing birds, fetching sticks, runnning, jumping, and eating Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos was apparently not exciting enough for Cute Pup. She decides to take a swim, er...splash in the farm pond when I wasn't looking and then begged me to join her! Wet paws, dripping body, wagging tail all saying, "I love you and I'm gonna like it here with family!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7012822781984004447?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7012822781984004447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7012822781984004447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7012822781984004447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7012822781984004447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/cute-pup-farm-pond-saturday-bath.html' title='Cute Pup + Farm Pond = Saturday Bath'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3069737468414209170</id><published>2011-02-11T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:32:29.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Pondering......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzMg4iShG14/TVXxKaZZlII/AAAAAAAAAyo/uRSD9FjR7-Y/s1600/blog%2Bprofile%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzMg4iShG14/TVXxKaZZlII/AAAAAAAAAyo/uRSD9FjR7-Y/s320/blog%2Bprofile%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572625275127698562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pondering........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........more thoughts coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3069737468414209170?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3069737468414209170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3069737468414209170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3069737468414209170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3069737468414209170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-pondering.html' title='Still Pondering......'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzMg4iShG14/TVXxKaZZlII/AAAAAAAAAyo/uRSD9FjR7-Y/s72-c/blog%2Bprofile%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-6205069852812223207</id><published>2009-06-16T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:50:21.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a couple of months since my last post.  Thanks for all your prayers concerning the disappearance of Sweetheart, my daddy's dog.  She still hasn't turned up and we're afraid she has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dog napped&lt;/span&gt;.  Many tears have been shed for that beloved dog and we still pray for her protection.  She is terribly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the local dog pound and found a puppy almost identical to Sweetheart.  He was about four months old when Daddy adopted him.  It was love at first sight for both the puppy and Daddy.  He told me immediately that the puppy's name was Sam.  I call him Sam I Am, after the Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suess&lt;/span&gt; character.  He lives up to his namesake.  He is such a character!  His idea of fun is shoveling his nose into the mud in the drainage ditch leading from the farm pond until he comes up with crawdads and other creatures that would rather be hidden and plunging into the pond for a swim or to fetch any object that will float on the water after having been thrown by any willing participant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is such a cherished companion and is Daddy's best buddy.  They are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope to post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farmer's Market opened for the season the first part of May and I've been busy with my gourd birdhouses and jewelry.  I have had great responses from customers and have had a lot of word of mouth advertising.  By the way, I have been invited to a festival a few counties over by one of the board members who has seen my work.  I later found out that the arts/craftspeople were selected by invitation only and it made me feel great that someone would think I have even a little talent crafting my gourds!  The festival is in October so I have to get busy for a two-day show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberries have been kinda slow this year for us.  The bushes had sustained damage from the freeze we had a couple of years ago, and they haven't quite recovered fully.  Daddy is also slowing down with his age and is not as able to handle a 4 acre blueberry farm like he once was.  He still "piddles" about with the vegetable garden he grows for sale at the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's blog finds us "On the Road Again".  Actually, we've been in Albuquerque, NM since the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  It's fortunate that I'm not superstitious- I put myself in watchful care of our Lord, Jesus Christ, otherwise we maybe should not have gotten on a plane on that day for these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We received a call at 4 am from the airline that our flight (7am) had been cancelled.  It was rescheduled for 4:30 pm.  We checked for flights at another airport nearby and got one leaving about the same time as the original one (7am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We drove to the airport for that flight and missed it by 5 minutes-they were doing the final call as we were checking our luggage.  We had to wait until the next flight out (11:30am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Finally arriving at Atlanta to make our connection to Albuquerque, we had a 4 1/2 hour layover.  With all the plans in disarray, I wondered if we should get on any of the planes that day- BUT God was merciful and kept us in His care.  How sweet it is to trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a great time here.  Sunday, we caught up on some much needed sleep (We were up Saturday since 4 am Eastern time until 10pm Mountain time, if I figured correctly, about 18 hours!)  After lunch, we went to the Gem and Bead Fair at the fairgrounds.  Yesterday, I took a tour of Old Town Albuquerque and visited a turquoise museum where I learned how to shop for "natural" turquoise.  My understanding is that some "turquoise" is injected with a resin to enhance color and hardness.  When buying turquoise, you want to know if you are getting the "natural"- which is formed over  2000-6000 years or some that is turquoise, but enhanced by man and is usually sold a "genuine" or "real".  This is where you have to talk and most importantly "listen" to the salesperson.  Dealers in "natural" turquoise should have not problem certifying in writing the mine the turquoise came from and the grade.  All this is good to know when you are spending hard-earned money for a gemstone you might later find out is practically worthless.  Buying any stone that you like is good, but the pricing should match the quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to dinner in Old Town .  We went to the Church St. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caffe&lt;/span&gt;.  It was located in what is the oldest house in Albuquerque.  The food was a little too spicy for me, but Mr. Plant Lady ordered the fajitas which were excellent. (He graciously shared with me after the fire department (just kidding!) was called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, me and one of the other ladies at the convention are going back to Old Town to finish our shopping.  One gallery caught my eye last night.  It was one in which the senior citizens in the area have an opportunity to sell their crafts for extra income.  Just peeking through the window, I can tell I'll be contributing to their local economy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-6205069852812223207?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6205069852812223207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=6205069852812223207' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6205069852812223207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6205069852812223207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2216427804189826179</id><published>2009-03-06T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:57:20.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seed Have Arrived!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!  My time of watching the mailbox for the arrival of my seed order is over!  Earlier in the week the mailman brought the long awaited package of seed for the upcoming garden.  Joyous squeals could be heard when Mr. Plant Lady announced that my package had arrived.  It was like a scene from Christmas mornings long ago as paper wrappings were tossed about as I tore into the large envelope from the heirloom seed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;.  Does anyone get that excited over a few packages of seed?  Anyone except me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packages of gourd seed were my main interest - eagerly anticipating the bountiful harvest I'm sure to have (with God's help) in the fall.  They came!!! Loofah (dishrag gourds), an unusual kind I've never heard of (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gakhaa&lt;/span&gt; gourds), dipper gourds, and bushel basket gourds.  I can't wait until April when it is time to plant!  I also received some herb seed as well - a cilantro that is slow to bolt  and one called "Oaxaca", along with some parsley "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayor&lt;/span&gt;" and an oregano "Wild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zataar&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sowing the herb seed in flats in the greenhouse in a few days and I will post pictures as they grow!  More later . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2216427804189826179?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2216427804189826179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2216427804189826179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2216427804189826179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2216427804189826179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/03/seed-have-arrived.html' title='The Seed Have Arrived!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1836371029113650486</id><published>2009-02-21T17:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:59:58.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching and Waiting</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking more and more like Spring here in North Carolina!  Daffodils and quince are already blooming and the buds of the blueberry bushes are beginning to swell.  It won't be long until my days will be filled with quite a variety of tasks that are sure to inspire some "lessons learned" in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I sat down at my laptop searching many seed companies online catalogs looking for that special variety of veggie and herb that I will try in the garden this year.  I would like to try them all, but space and time prevents that!  I finally decided on the ones that I thought would be right for this season's offerings at our local farmer's market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I planted four rows of gourds for crafting - martin, apple and small eggs-like gourds that make wonderful ornaments, birdhouses, and feeders.  I have saved the seed from all of the martins and apples and have a bountiful supply of those seed, but I decided to venture out and try the long-handled dipper gourds as well as try my hand, once again, with the loofah or dishrag gourd.  I also found some interesting gourds from other countries offered through an heirloom seed company.  This seed company is quickly becoming my favorite!  The varieties offered are very unique and colorful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing culinary herbs have been a passion of mine for several years.  I started off with a small package of sage seed and the rest is history!  Having taken a horticulture class in high school, I learned how to sow, transplant, and grow vegetables, herbs and flowers.  It was my favorite class!  Our teacher picked four students from the class to "manage" the greenhouse operation during the days it was open for the community to purchase plants for their home garden.  I was one of the four!  I was thrilled to be out of "regular" classes, but it was also a thrill to interact with the public and answer questions about the plants we offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my agriculture teacher several years after I graduated and he told me that he had never had a student that showed as much interest and had really promoted the plant sales as much as I did!  That compliment really made me feel good after so many years!  He was really that one teacher that inspired me to go into the horticultural field as a career!  Thanks Mr. G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my garden seed purchases - I found a couple of varieties of cilantro that are said to be slow to bolt - a problem that I always have.  I usually sow cilantro seed directly into peat pots because I find it does not transplant as well as some herbs.  Parsley and dill are others that I direct-sow.  I am trying to "Go Green" by using the peat pots that are biodegradable and can be planted directly in the soil.  I used them last year and was well pleased with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oregano, thyme, rosemary and a few others are easily rooted so I will propagate these myself for a quicker maturity rate.  I have tried seed, but their growth rate is a little slower than I like in order for a saleable plant by the first part of April.  I am able to heat my greenhouse, but I don't like to because I don't want the plant to be "tender" and die from a "cold" night that we sometimes have in early spring.  Heated greenhouses make for faster growth, but in my opinion, not necessarily better growth.  Basil will have to wait a few weeks, as it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; sensitive to cold weather.  I have had LUSH green basil one day and DEAD black basil the next!  A very awful sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry cuttings are going into the propagation bed when the one-year old plants are removed to a nursery patch.  The buds of the bushes are already swelling, preparing for the fruits to come in mid-May.  I have so much to do before I even think of blueberries!  Speaking of blueberries, Mr. Plant Lady said he saw (and tried) some blueberries in Sam's Club a few days ago.  He said they were good and were grown in Chile.  For some reason, I can't imagine eating blueberries from Chile.  When I think of blueberries, I think of North Carolina, New Jersey, Michigan, Florida and South Carolina as well as a few West Coast states that are into blueberry production. Oh well, I'm for buying American, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eagerly awaiting my shipment of seed!  I'll be watching for the mailman and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1836371029113650486?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1836371029113650486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1836371029113650486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1836371029113650486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1836371029113650486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/02/watching-and-waiting.html' title='Watching and Waiting'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-6908427765708750886</id><published>2009-02-18T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:33:04.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Meantime . . .</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . I'm still pondering!  I haven't quite formulated my next post so please be patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be about the dawn of a new gardening season and all the challenges and joys to come.  Stay tuned and always . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-6908427765708750886?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6908427765708750886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=6908427765708750886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6908427765708750886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6908427765708750886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-meantime.html' title='In The Meantime . . .'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7458732027409256433</id><published>2009-01-31T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:45:12.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winner Is . . .Mar!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://mar-mars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marlene&lt;/a&gt; at "Mar's Mornings" for the winning name for my new jewelry creations! She will be receiving the first "Homestrung Beads and Baubles" creation! When deciding on the color scheme, I chose colors representing God's wonderful creation. Blue representing the heavens we look toward, green - the grassy meadows in which we pasture, black - the life we once had, and clear crystals - the life we now have because of Jesus' sacrifice on Calvary. He deserves all praise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297467059828402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYRiOUZnp8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/aBD74c55AAY/s320/Homestrung+Beads+and+Baubles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks to all of you who participated! There were many great entries and all of you out there in Blogland are very creative! Visit Mar and share your best wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep me in your prayers as I try to witness to others through my creative efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7458732027409256433?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7458732027409256433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7458732027409256433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7458732027409256433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7458732027409256433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-everyone-congratulations-to.html' title='The Winner Is . . .Mar!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYRiOUZnp8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/aBD74c55AAY/s72-c/Homestrung+Beads+and+Baubles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5415976122702032632</id><published>2009-01-28T16:57:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:03:48.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Lady- Starring in "The Birds"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYIz0mEtItI/AAAAAAAAAwk/B59dKM6hmDU/s1600-h/birds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296853090407621330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYIz0mEtItI/AAAAAAAAAwk/B59dKM6hmDU/s320/birds1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfred Hitchcock may have another movie coming up! It seems I'm walking through the Twilight Zone-or maybe, the Outer Limits! Twice this week, I have had the fortune (or misfortune) of seeing starlings by the thousands, if not millions, sweeping over my house in a seemingly never-ending swarm. Yesterday, a group of large buzzards (I counted six) sitting along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roof line&lt;/span&gt; of a house about one mile away seemed an eerie sight as I drove by on my way from town. I remember thinking that the sight would be a great element for a suspense movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296797606436917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYIBXALPzyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Kk76nz45pY8/s320/100_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I believe I'm playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tippi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hedron's&lt;/span&gt; role in Hitchcock's "The Birds". Strange things often happen to me and no doubt this qualifies as "strange". When Mr. Plant Lady alerted me to the sight yesterday, I ran for my digital camera. I knew this would make a very unusual post and I thought all of you might find it eerily interesting. Mr. Plant Lady thinks the swarm of starlings are on their way south for the winter. I have no idea what the buzzards are up to. Maybe they are looking for me so they can have the starring role in the next Hitchcock film-" Some Flew Over My Cuckoo Nest"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296852222234835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYIzCD4LunI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1RWVwwZ8z_0/s320/birds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Weird-very weird, even for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5415976122702032632?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5415976122702032632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5415976122702032632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5415976122702032632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5415976122702032632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/plant-lady-starring-in-birds.html' title='Plant Lady- Starring in &quot;The Birds&quot;'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SYIz0mEtItI/AAAAAAAAAwk/B59dKM6hmDU/s72-c/birds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7729887616922692564</id><published>2009-01-27T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:54:46.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Accomplished Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Plant Lady returned safe and sound and we had a wonderful service at church on Sunday. After Sunday dinner, a friend accompanied me to the beading workshop at the beading studio I mentioned in my last post. She is the same friend that came over on Friday night while I was home alone. I had promised her I would show her how to make the gourds that I have shown in previous posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big pot of vegetable soup, crackers and pepper jack cheese made our work more enjoyable. After supper, we started to work on the gourds. I had already scrubbed the gourds, so all she had to do was to draw the pattern on her gourd, cut, and weave it. The finishing touches were made as she added the beads. She did a very good job for her FIRST time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gourdcrafting&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beading workshop was a thrill and I am scheduled to return for the next few Sunday afternoons for beading several other projects where new techniques are taught. I'm so excited!My friend was amazed at her "hidden" talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's photos are of our "Home Alone" project and the beading workshop project. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296071540181426802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SX9tAYmR4nI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VzVGY_vRSng/s320/100_1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my friend's first gourd creation. She did everything by herself with a little instruction from me. Isn't it beautiful? She has talent that she didn't know she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt;! She did a great job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296072833412107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SX9uLqQgDEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5Bols2ueS98/s320/100_1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my very first beading project-a necklace made at the beading workshop Sunday afternoon. I think it's pretty! What's your opinion? We just might have to have another giveaway! Jewelry by Plant Lady! Help me think of a name for my jewelry creations! Post a name for consideration and the one that is chosen will receive the first creation made under the new name! How's that for a giveaway?  Entries can be made until January 30.  The&lt;strong&gt; WINNER&lt;/strong&gt; will be announced here on "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant Lady's Ponderings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" on January 31!  Spread the word!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Encouraged&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plant Lady &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7729887616922692564?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7729887616922692564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7729887616922692564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7729887616922692564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7729887616922692564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-accomplished-home-alone.html' title='Things Accomplished Home Alone'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SX9tAYmR4nI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VzVGY_vRSng/s72-c/100_1310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7781078998683048329</id><published>2009-01-24T08:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:26:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;! Today's the day my honey arrives back from his trip to Dallas. Well, not today, it's tonight actually, or maybe tomorrow. Oh, I'm so confused! He has a late flight that will come in at the airport around 11 p.m. and with the return trip, will get here a little after midnight in the wee hours of Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will return to a sparkling clean home (don't look in the closets, I was not that lonesome!) and a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; hug! I have truly missed him for the few days he has been gone. I have tried to occupy myself with housecleaning, tons of laundry and craft projects with a friend from church and have not been terribly lonesome. My mother-in-law called yesterday to see if the Mr. was back. I told her that he had just left the day before and wouldn't return until late Saturday night. She said, "Are you staying by yourself?" I replied, "Yes". She then said, "Well, you'll be alright, nobody will get you." Then I said, "If they do, they'll bring m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; back!" (something Mr. Plant Lady tells me all the time!) Really, I haven't been nervous about being home alone. My daddy never raised a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; cat&lt;/strong&gt;! Except maybe when it comes to those little, green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rain frogs&lt;/span&gt; that cling to whatever they land on, which is usually ME! I have a real &lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt; of them. My daddy says I got that from my grandaddy, who was afraid of them also. I had rather have a snake on me than a frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is planned for a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart for grocery shopping, lunch somewhere in town and who knows what else! Oh, by the way, I have been invited to a beading class a local craft store is having Sunday afternoon. I have noticed a new beading studio open a few miles away, in another town. Several times I went by, but they were closed.(on vacation) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon, I was by and saw that the OPEN sign was on the door. I went inside to find they had a wonderful selection of beads, supplies and other craft items. The owner and his wife were very friendly and inquired if I was a jewelry-maker. I told them that I did not know where to start and they invited me to a class they were having Sunday afternoon, all&lt;strong&gt; FREE&lt;/strong&gt;! The store is closed on Sundays, but some of their customers meet there once in a while and bead and learn new techniques. So, I guess I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the studio, the owner asked if I need assistance. We walked over to the beads- all kinds, glass, wooden, stones, etc. and asked about my project. When I told him about my gourds and how I use beading and weaving techniques to embellish the gourds he asked to see some of my work. I told him that when I came back, I would bring some to show. Then I remembered I had some in the back of the car (items for the Garden Club presentation). I got one and returned to the store. He was very complimentary and asked if I would allow him to display some of my work in an enclosed case in the store with my contact information. He was sure I would get quite a few inquiries from the display. I did not commit, but I am convinced it might be a way to market my art to another clientele. What do you think? Would it be worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady just called and said he was trying to get an earlier flight from Dallas. Could he be missing ME? I hope he can because I'm sure missing him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7781078998683048329?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7781078998683048329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7781078998683048329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7781078998683048329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7781078998683048329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-everyone-yipee-todays-day-my.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4096183048199668642</id><published>2009-01-22T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:29:47.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just delivered Mr. Plant Lady to the rendezvous point for his flight to Dallas. He is being accompanied by three other colleagues from the surrounding area. One of them has just proposed to his girlfriend a week or two ago and she has accepted! The last time I saw him, he told us he had decided to pop the BIG question. I was anxious to hear the BIG news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning we met for an early breakfast at Bojangles before heading to the airport. As they departed we prayed for traveling mercies and for a successful trip. I don't know what I will do with myself for the next two or three days. This evening I have planned to eat supper with my daddy. We will get seafood, I guess. That is one of his favorites! I have also planned to help him spread some caulking on the roof where he has removed an old television antenna. When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DTV&lt;/span&gt; transition came into effect, the old antenna refused to pick up the signal. He now has just the cheap $9.98 rabbit ears that go inside. I cannot explain why the cheap-o antenna will pick up all signals and his super-duper rooftop antenna will not-go figure! By the way, a few days ago I had promised to help him remove the big antenna from the roof. He has a large extension ladder that he was going to use and he wanted me to remain on the ground, hold the base of the ladder, and retrieve the old antenna as he handed it down. As I arrived, there was my 83 year old daddy, up on the roof with a broom, sweeping pine straw from the shingles! He had already removed the BIG antenna by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post, I mentioned the presentation I had to make to the garden club. It was cancelled due to the inclement weather and rescheduled until the next week. OK, that sounds good, I put it on my calendar. A few minuted later, a call came -"Can we reschedule it for either the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 29th, the hostess has another commitment for next week?" "OK, the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is good for me" A few minutes later the phone rings again- "Can we possibly postpone until May 19?" "OK, that will be fine." "Will you have any herbs by then?" "Yes, they will be ready by then." "Great, plan to include them in your presentation!" So now, not only do I have to talk about gourds, I also have to speak about herbs! I will REALLY need your prayers in May! I really enjoy all the interest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; my projects in the garden. Who knows what I'll be doing next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just got all my Christmas decorations up in the attic. This morning, I'll be vacuuming and dusting-anything to occupy myself while Mr. Plant Lady is gone! Anyone interested in helping is welcome! Dishes are neatly stacked in the sink ready to be washed -not one of my favorite tasks. Laundry from the dryer thrown on the sofa to be folded. Another not-so-favorite task, but one that needs to be done. (we are running out of clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rambly&lt;/span&gt; this post has become? I am really lonesome here "home alone". I may need all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends to keep me company while Mr. PL is away. There's just so many things I can think of to do. Perhaps, clean out my closet? No, I'm not that lonesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4096183048199668642?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4096183048199668642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4096183048199668642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4096183048199668642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4096183048199668642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-540963564224068168</id><published>2009-01-20T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:01:05.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Snowing Out There!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a follow-up to "Baby, It's Cold Out There," today's post is "Baby, It's Snowing Out There"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter weather alerts have gone out for our area today with the high at 36 degrees F (currently 30F) and wind chill at 27 degrees F. We are having snow showers today with some accumulation. You, who are in the deep freeze are probably saying, "that's a heat wave", but for us here in the coastal plains of North Carolina, that's a major problem. We are not accustomed to driving on icy and snowy roads and I hesitiate to think about everyone's mad rush to the grocery store for a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter! By the way, someone told me that there was a scare about contaminated peanut butter. Has anyone heard of this? I've made a pot of vegetable beef soup instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Plant Lady will be flying to Dallas, TX on Thursday and will return Saturday. Please keep him in your prayers for traveling mercies. I will keep the home fires burning while he is away. Tonight, I have to make a presentation to a local garden club on gourds growth, harvest and usefulness. Please pray for me as I undertake this project. I'm not that good at public speaking. I'm sure to be extremely nervous if there's a crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's photos are of the snow on piglet and accumulation in my backyard. Hope you enjoy it! Could I possible make a snowman?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435050801756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYPIgSj-mI/AAAAAAAAAug/Rdr7VdTp3aY/s320/100_1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYQDAweLGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/xc3C8a6bw8Y/s1600-h/100_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293436055949552738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYQDAweLGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/xc3C8a6bw8Y/s320/100_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYPrEhPUsI/AAAAAAAAAuo/8FngqE7hHKI/s1600-h/100_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435644642546370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYPrEhPUsI/AAAAAAAAAuo/8FngqE7hHKI/s320/100_1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encourged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-540963564224068168?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/540963564224068168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=540963564224068168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/540963564224068168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/540963564224068168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-snowing-out-there.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Snowing Out There!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXYPIgSj-mI/AAAAAAAAAug/Rdr7VdTp3aY/s72-c/100_1306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4863486592837787261</id><published>2009-01-17T22:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:50:07.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Out There</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRRR!!! It's very cold here in North Carolina. I was just noticing the weathervane piglet in the back yard. He has suddenly appeared wearing a scarf wrapped around his neck. I also checked the outdoor garden thermometer which was a little over 20 degrees today. Tonight is going to be cold also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's 365 Project photos are of the garden thermometer and piglet wrapped in his wooly scarf. Piglet was a special find in Charlotte while visiting my cousin. When I saw him, I just had to smile. He was so cute! He has made a welcomed addition to my backyard garden for a couple of years now. I hope he makes you smile just as he did me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292480182031086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXKqr07B82I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IzQS13kja2Y/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292480625273664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXKrFoIS8zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fl61HGVI54g/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have noticed that he has some special friends visit during the summer. The hummingbirds love to pitch on his curly tail and guard the feeders which are usually hanging nearby. Thanks you God for sending piglet and friends my way. I know you just love it when I smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. A special thanks goes out to &lt;a href="http://fromtheheartae.blogspot.com/"&gt;AliceE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://littleripplesinthestream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debrah&lt;/a&gt; for selecting Plant Lady's Ponderings for a special award. The Premio Dardos award acknowledges the values that EVERY Blogger displays in their effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary and personal values with each message they write. Again, thanks for thinking of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4863486592837787261?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4863486592837787261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4863486592837787261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4863486592837787261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4863486592837787261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-out-there.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Out There'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXKqr07B82I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IzQS13kja2Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-623838059696383979</id><published>2009-01-16T09:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:36:57.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Minus 15 Project - Toothpicks!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day that I will begin the 365 Project that I mentioned in an earlier post. &lt;a href="http://gallaghergang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt; alerted me to this and if you want to participate, click on the 365 Project button to learn all the details. I have just "fed" my digital camera with some Duracell batteries which should be much better than the usual "dollar" batteries I buy for everything else around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292054663114433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXEnrXbipXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/AsrChQcnEdk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The photograph for the day is toothpicks. Not just a few, but 3200 toothpicks that Mr. Plant Lady came home with yesterday! Can anyone tell me why a husband would buy 3200 toothpicks at a time? It seems to me that one small box would be sufficient, doesn't it? When questioned, he said he got them "at a deal". Now, I must be a little slow to speak because I have found many "deals" in my life, like the "felted rocks"- (paperweights) that I came home with last summer . Does anyone have any ideas on how I could use 3200 toothpicks? The obvious way, of course, but I will still have toothpicks until the year 2025, perhaps! Maybe I'll build a log cabin in the mountains. We've always wanted a vacation home in the mountains! Can someone help???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-623838059696383979?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/623838059696383979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=623838059696383979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/623838059696383979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/623838059696383979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/365-minus-15-project-toothpicks.html' title='365 Minus 15 Project - Toothpicks!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SXEnrXbipXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/AsrChQcnEdk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8165945899945161811</id><published>2009-01-15T08:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:23:50.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Project</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While "on the road," I had a chance to visit quite a few blogs that I have missed. &lt;a href="http://gallaghergang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt; invited everyone to join in on a fun project, the 365 Project started by &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/project-365-ready-to-go.html"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; . The project consists of taking a photo each day of the year and posting them either each day or saving them until Sundays and posting all for the week. The photograph can be any subject matter and we all will enjoy looking at your world from your point of view! Sounds interesting, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting the project tomorrow as soon as I can get some batteries for my digital camera. That is one of the pitfalls of modern technology. My camera eats batteries! Our 35mm camera has never used so many. Well, that's the price of progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8165945899945161811?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8165945899945161811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8165945899945161811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8165945899945161811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8165945899945161811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/365-project.html' title='365 Project'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5675041899868842325</id><published>2009-01-13T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:07:23.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has started off with a lot of travel for me and Mr. Plant Lady.  This post comes to you from Baltimore, MD where he is attending a conference.  I have some free time here in the hotel room so I will put it to good use.  It's cold here-temperatures around 38 degrees F and a cold breeze!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brrrr&lt;/span&gt;!  I understand it will be turning even colder this weekend.  We will be leaving here tomorrow afternoon and will be returning back to North Carolina for yet another meeting in Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has been and will be busy.  Later this month the Mr. will be going to Dallas, TX for yet another meeting.   I have to stay home to make a presentation to a local garden club on January 20.  They've seen my gourds at the Farmer's Market and want to find out how gourds are grown and how they are made into useful and decorative objects.  I have a lot of work to prepare some informational handouts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hours have been spent lately making some more gourd bowls and vessels as well as birdhouses.  The craft shows at Christmas have depleted my stock of gourd birdhouses and vessels on hand.  I have had two referrals from some vessels that I sold at Christmas.   I have already met one lady and she has purchased a couple and told me she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; would be recommending my work to others.  It's always good to have word of mouth advertising. It's the best kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went  to a restaurant here called, Moe's Seafood and Pasta.  We found this restaurant a few years ago when we were visiting and loved the food.  We returned for the crab cakes and even had some Alaskan king crab legs and steamed shrimp in the shell.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deelicious&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The portions were large so we got a trio plate and shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there will be a reception at the Baltimore Aquarium at the Inner Harbor.  I think they are serving heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hors d'oeuvres&lt;/span&gt; so I don't think we will be having dinner.  I've been trying to watch my food intake this new year and I am finding it difficult when traveling because I want to try the local flavors of the area I'm in.  I guess dieting is better done at home, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got another trip planned for early February to DC.  It's back up this way once again! Travel is fun, but I'm always glad to get back home.  That old saying is very true-"Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life will consist of a lot of preparation for the upcoming Spring sales at the Farmer's  Market.  Seed have to be sown next month for the early herb plants.  Our market usually opens in May, but we are hoping to have an opening for a special market day around Easter.  We anticipate a crowd looking for fresh vegetables and herbs early in the Spring and a special day at the market would meet that demand.  Crafts and other items would be available as well as the usual fresh fruits and veggies.  Lots and lots of work, but well worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better go now.  Take care and God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5675041899868842325?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5675041899868842325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5675041899868842325' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5675041899868842325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5675041899868842325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5424919659289222387</id><published>2008-12-26T21:26:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:33:30.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of  Labor</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time has come to share some photos of the gourds I have been working on for the past few weeks. I had hoped to post them before Christmas, but did not get a free moment. Well, here they are! Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284307673075671490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWh1MmL4cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/id-AImQVYGw/s200/100_0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWitPH2z5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-iFpxkdoSXE/s1600-h/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284308635826442130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWitPH2z5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-iFpxkdoSXE/s200/100_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWhhOv8GXI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bliJ8yNMv0Q/s1600-h/100_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284307330056067442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWhhOv8GXI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bliJ8yNMv0Q/s200/100_0773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284308964267043874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWjAWqMrCI/AAAAAAAAAtY/XGcycUpNmFg/s200/100_0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWjj8Na5wI/AAAAAAAAAto/c_AJVObK4Lk/s1600-h/100_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284309575642310402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWjj8Na5wI/AAAAAAAAAto/c_AJVObK4Lk/s200/100_0941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWjVZSqQHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7NjB2L2cPZw/s1600-h/100_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284309325750878322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWjVZSqQHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7NjB2L2cPZw/s200/100_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284311484088785346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWlTBuhGcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Ac1JzDEcCUI/s200/100_0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These have already been sold at the Christmas craft shows I attended this holiday season. The gourd on the bottom photo made with the pine straw, was my very first one. It was sold to an uncle of one of the vendors at the Farmer's Market. She told me that the gourd would either be displayed at his home in Florida or his vacation home in Asheville, NC. I'm so excited now that I'm tracking the whereabouts of my creations! I have gourds scattered about in North Carolina, Florida, Colorado,(Sky4Kat) and I just got word last week, one of my gourd birdfeeders would be going to India! How exciting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5424919659289222387?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5424919659289222387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5424919659289222387' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5424919659289222387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5424919659289222387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/12/fruits-of-labor.html' title='Fruits of  Labor'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SVWh1MmL4cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/id-AImQVYGw/s72-c/100_0948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3709600564176712576</id><published>2008-12-22T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:46:49.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Home at Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm giving the nickel tour of "Christmas at Plant Lady's". Hope you enjoy your time here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa is ready to greet you as you enter. This jolly old elf was painted by a lady near me. I wish I had her painting abilities. She knows just how to capture all the subtle expressions in Santa's face. I'm still working on learning that technique. I bought this gourd at a craft show and incorporated it into this wreath.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282622160819710002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-k3eJD6DI/AAAAAAAAAso/v2dUmud9IIM/s200/100_1036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-lbCZiuLI/AAAAAAAAAsw/7nGnNCMEvDM/s1600-h/100_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282622771847936178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-lbCZiuLI/AAAAAAAAAsw/7nGnNCMEvDM/s200/100_1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you enter, you'll notice our Christmas tree. The tree is adorned with a collection of ornaments from the White House Historical Society. As many of you know, Mr. Plant Lady and I were engaged in Washington, DC on December 21, 1998, and we have collected an ornament every year since then. Other special ornaments include an angel ornament I have had since I was a little girl. She looks a little scruffy, just like me! Time and age has taken its toll! A cardinal of some sort graces our tree each year. I have several in my collection, but decided not to put them all out since my tree is becoming crowded. Next year, I guess I'll have to put up another tree! Many handcrafted ornaments are hanging on the tree. Collected from my many excursions into the woods, pine cones were decorated with holly and ribbon along with a coat of varnish. Grapevines were woven into wreath ornaments and tied with a simple grosgrain ribbon. Several glass ornaments are at home with the others as they complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-a_jwpUHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cPOQJXgrE78/s1600-h/100_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282611304650592370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-a_jwpUHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cPOQJXgrE78/s200/100_1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-bW09XBjI/AAAAAAAAArA/W4dnY1mBVlo/s1600-h/100_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282611704404313650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-bW09XBjI/AAAAAAAAArA/W4dnY1mBVlo/s200/100_1052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282612450539219954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-cCQhyK_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/L-pLdWJUuzU/s200/100_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-cbxFPZ-I/AAAAAAAAArY/sUqnYCKMrIk/s1600-h/100_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282612888774600674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-cbxFPZ-I/AAAAAAAAArY/sUqnYCKMrIk/s200/100_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-eoq3odfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/bQog6FnUTeU/s1600-h/100_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282615309468464626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-eoq3odfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/bQog6FnUTeU/s200/100_1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282613915047947314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-dXgP37DI/AAAAAAAAAro/9vFoM4FWQDY/s200/100_1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The mantel is the focal point of the room as it displays the story of the REASON FOR THE SEASON. A nativity rests among greenery in the center along with a special object on the mantel-a hand turned wooden vase made from holly by a fellow in Whittier, NC that I purchased on vacation this year. The color and the grain of the wood is beautiful and there is a marking on it (a knot hole) that looks just like an eye. I think of it as being the watchful eye of God. Legend has it that holly was the wood used to make the cross Jesus was crucified on. I don't know whether or not it's true ,but it's a beautiful legend just the same. I can just imagine while Jesus was hanging on the cross, He was looking down through the centuries seeing me as I "saw" His love for me through that little knot hole in the holly wood vase that I found. Isn't it wonderful how He speaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-ge51DceI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/USvZtDrU6No/s1600-h/100_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282617340708745698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-ge51DceI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/USvZtDrU6No/s200/100_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-fmT53otI/AAAAAAAAAsA/itjwwYzTKhY/s1600-h/100_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282616368455721682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-fmT53otI/AAAAAAAAAsA/itjwwYzTKhY/s200/100_1141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282616805332878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-f_vZgBII/AAAAAAAAAsI/x_jU-SJTjN4/s200/100_1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our tour concludes with dinner. The table is set and you have the seat of honor! A choir of carolers have appeared to entertain as we have dinner together. Silent Night, Joy to the World, O' Holy Night and God Rest You Merry Gentlemen will be the selections as we conclude the tour. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-hYDAhIrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oRIr8l3HInY/s1600-h/100_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282618322425291442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-hYDAhIrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oRIr8l3HInY/s200/100_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Plant Lady and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3709600564176712576?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3709600564176712576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3709600564176712576' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3709600564176712576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3709600564176712576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-our-home-at-christmas.html' title='Welcome to Our Home at Christmas'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SU-k3eJD6DI/AAAAAAAAAso/v2dUmud9IIM/s72-c/100_1036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3376717948222496888</id><published>2008-12-13T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:52:37.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New House (cont'd.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWmUIzRn4I/AAAAAAAAApc/AY0IvpfQATA/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day for the "after" photos of our "new" house! Instead of taking just plain old photos, I thought I'd wait for our house to be all decked out in its Christmas attire. I really haven't gone all out with the decorations this year. I usually do the greenery swags on the porch rails, but since we took the rails down, that was impossible. I think this year we will just have to live with wreaths on the picture windows and the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802144170190146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWgE5ecJUI/AAAAAAAAAos/aYxx6RnGpq0/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the "new" window! Notice the peeling paint is now gone and the shutters are painted that fabulous shade of green called "pine boughs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Christmas tree lit with clear miniature lights will decorate the front yard in a planter near the garden bench and a big red bow amid some greenery will finish out the bench's decoration. A large Moravian star will hang in the entry way to our home and will welcome all visitors. We haven't decided on the final look of the front porch, but I think we will probably go with just greenery in some sort of arrangement between the rocking chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279801381936156562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWfYh7rz5I/AAAAAAAAAok/gPqkPispxjE/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWdCCpRUxI/AAAAAAAAAoM/28nYTxx7knE/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279798796557046546" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWdCCpRUxI/AAAAAAAAAoM/28nYTxx7knE/s200/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWkmIL-kVI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZcsVymWXcMA/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279807113101480274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWkmIL-kVI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZcsVymWXcMA/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Moravian star is hard to see lit on the front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy the before and after photos. My next post will be some of the "inside" Christmas decorations and I will also include some of the gourds that I have been working on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I would like to let you know about a new blog that a friend of mine has started. He is thirty years old, a twin, and has had two kidney transplants in his life. He has had many surgeries as a baby and has come a long way since then. He loves God and wants his life to be a inspiration to others. Sometimes he gets depressed as he waits for word on a new kidney from the transplant lists that he is on. He would like to "talk" through a blog with others who may be going through similar situations and to share encouraging words. If you get a chance, please stop by and share some of God's love and encouragement. Take a look into &lt;a href="http://hxccoreysworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corey's World&lt;/a&gt;! He will be an inspiration to you as much as he is to me. Drop him a comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would enjoy hearing and seeing some of your Christmas celebration ideas! Some of you have already posted some Christmas photos. Keep 'em coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3376717948222496888?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3376717948222496888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3376717948222496888' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3376717948222496888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3376717948222496888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-house-contd.html' title='The New House (cont&apos;d.)'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SUWgE5ecJUI/AAAAAAAAAos/aYxx6RnGpq0/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4979344080987674066</id><published>2008-11-28T15:32:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:49:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "New" House</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's about time I returned to my blogging! I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and were sufficiently stuffed with all that turkey, stuffing, ham, candied yams, green beans . . . should I go on? Mr. Plant Lady and I celebrated THANKSGIVING with his mom, brother and sister-in-law and nephew on Thursday. My daddy joined us as we had lunch, then went home to watch those ball games that are a tradition on Thanksgiving. We had a great day of fun, good food and fellowship with grateful thanks for every blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my family will celebrate all the blessings God has given us at my daddy's with a similar menu. Here we go again! How can one resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I will tell you about my NEW (not really) house. The painting is done, the shutters are back on, the rocking chairs and bench are repaired and repainted and the Christmas decorations are beginning to spring up. The brick house was originally trimmed in white with dark green shutters. Selecting a new color palette was an easy task. I had in mind a small change in shades. The white was replaced with a shade called "Woodrow Wilson White", which is a fancy name for off-white. Doesn't that sound better than just plain, old off-white? The dark green shutters were replaced with a paler green called "Pine Boughs". Sounds foresty, doesn't it? We are very happy with the results! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB7-YtpZfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UvXIwU9doFg/s1600-h/100_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273851475366864370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB7-YtpZfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UvXIwU9doFg/s320/100_0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB8jGSnunI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Apq07AziIxg/s1600-h/100_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273852106076830322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB8jGSnunI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Apq07AziIxg/s320/100_0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273854034964144578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB-TX9MYcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lv-HvJnnQ-U/s320/100_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the peeling paint. Imagine what it looked like all over the house! It was about time for a facelift! My next post will include the "after" photos with the house all decked out for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Plant Lady has just a few more finishing touches on the outside decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Included in this post is a glimpse of our Christmas 2008 Christmas tree! It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCIw0Su-GI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3IFsGk1BvJw/s1600-h/100_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273865535903168610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCIw0Su-GI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3IFsGk1BvJw/s320/100_0806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273872733228713906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCPTwa3R7I/AAAAAAAAAns/5srFHYVdDlI/s320/100_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273868191233556562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCLLYK1QFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RPdb15I4Eu0/s320/100_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCLl3A-6zI/AAAAAAAAAnM/bW1r0njAI0E/s1600-h/100_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCPBl6DdiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/x1Bq5Fpyo0g/s1600-h/100_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273872421169100322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCPBl6DdiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/x1Bq5Fpyo0g/s320/100_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCKJ4NR5aI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-_n6oTx4cK4/s1600-h/100_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273867065962390946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCKJ4NR5aI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-_n6oTx4cK4/s320/100_0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273869855888742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STCMsRfjl5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/vFUVpE-36ZQ/s320/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4979344080987674066?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4979344080987674066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4979344080987674066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4979344080987674066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4979344080987674066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-house.html' title='The &quot;New&quot; House'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/STB7-YtpZfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UvXIwU9doFg/s72-c/100_0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1264232360076589461</id><published>2008-11-18T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:25:00.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry! Hurrry!  It's a Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn at &lt;a href="http://ljgolf823.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ljgolf823.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is giving away three beautiful dolls.  Scoot on over to her blog and leave a comment about why you would like one of these dolls.  She and her mother make them and her mother takes them to bazaars!  They are wonderful and would make a cherished Christmas gift for a little lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1264232360076589461?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1264232360076589461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1264232360076589461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1264232360076589461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1264232360076589461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/11/hurry-hurrry-its-giveaway.html' title='Hurry! Hurrry!  It&apos;s a Giveaway!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3406941479198829163</id><published>2008-11-11T22:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:36:00.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post. I've been busy trying to tidy up our newly painted house. Many of you may remember that all the painting was to be completed after our family vacation, but alas, that was not to be!  Rain delayed the painter and it was finally finished a few days after we got back. Stay tuned to see our new (newly painted, I should say) house before and after its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;face lift&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween has come and gone and Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner. So much to do, so little time to do it! This past Sunday was jam-packed with an assortment of events to command our presence. First, we had a Veterans Day Recognition and the Dedication of a new flagpole at our church. The Cub Scout Pack did a memorial wreath laying ceremony at the new flagpole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a representative from our congressman's office presented us with a flag that had been flown over the United States Capitol commemorating our church's 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary. A couple of days before this, we received a call from the Sunday School superintendent at my dad's church. His church was going to present him with a plaque for being the oldest male member in the church and for his 50 + years membership and his service as choir director and for building the fellowship hall many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was to be a surprise and I had to round up the whole family to attend. I could not round everyone up on such short notice, but my sister and brother-in-law were able to make it as well as Mr. Plant Lady and myself, although we had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; immediately after the service to rush to the flagpole dedication at our church. We got back to our church about five minutes before the flagpole service began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick lunch, we rushed to the annual Veterans Day Parade in a nearby community in the county. Marching bands, fire and rescue units, a float with WWII veterans and other veterans along with many churches who made homemade floats of which ours was one. Families lined up along the roadside of the parade route. A section of the road was closed off by the NC Highway Patrol for the duration of the parade. Everyone enjoyed themselves as evidenced by the smiles, laughter and waving of hands and arms! Our church float was an equipment trailer filled with chairs back to back and lots of people waving and throwing candy to the crowd. Our church flag waved proudly along with our mini American flags. We had a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, we came home and took a Sunday afternoon nap! The perfect end to a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3406941479198829163?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3406941479198829163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3406941479198829163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3406941479198829163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3406941479198829163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful-day.html' title='A Wonderful Day'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5572731614716750046</id><published>2008-10-28T21:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:12:11.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked For It!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of you have asked for the recipe for the Green Tomato Relish I entered in our county fair.  If you remember, I could not find my recipe, but I have since received a copy from my friend.  I had to promise her that I'd immediately put it in my recipe box upon receipt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further hesitation, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Tomato Relish  ( A Family Recipe from the Wilhelms, given to my friend Susan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 green bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;12 red peppers&lt;br /&gt;20 medium green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;12 onions&lt;br /&gt;6 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 pints white vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon each mustard seed and celery seed&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grind vegetables in food processor.  Pour boiling water over ground vegetables and let stand 10 minutes.  Drain and add sugar, vinegar, seed and salt.  Bring to a boil and simmer 30 minutes or until thick.  Fill sterilized jars and seal.  Process in a 10 minute hot water bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****This recipe is for a large batch.  It can be adjusted as needed.  Try this one if smaller quantity is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 large green bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;2 large red bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;18 medium green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;3 large Vidalia (or any sweet) onions&lt;br /&gt;Other ingredients do not change     (USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT WITH VEGETABLES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this recipe!  Let me know how you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5572731614716750046?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5572731614716750046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5572731614716750046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5572731614716750046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5572731614716750046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You Asked For It!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-341067832906329130</id><published>2008-10-19T21:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:56:35.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This Again . . .The Results Are In</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have noticed that you can't receive my last post, "The Results Are In".  All except the title was lost in cyberspace. I spent a couple of hours typing and reviewing and then posting, but Blogger did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;autosave&lt;/span&gt; and I lost everything except the title and the message saying the post did not exist. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy about the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to let you know about the results of my entries in the county fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Place (Blue Ribbon) Largest Sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Large Gourd Variety - Apple Gourd&lt;br /&gt;Dishrag Gourd (Loofah)&lt;br /&gt;Small Gourd Variety - Bottle Gourd&lt;br /&gt;Gourd Collection&lt;br /&gt;Best Useful - Martin Gourd&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower - Dried Seed&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Craft (Carved Apple Gourd with Jack-o-lantern Design )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Place (Red Ribbon) Okra&lt;br /&gt;Corn Shuck Doll&lt;br /&gt;Green Tomato Relish&lt;br /&gt;Dried Okra&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Tree Ornament (Miniature Gourd painted as Santa)&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;Peas (Dixie Lee variety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Place (White Ribbon) Painted Gourd Ornament (Sunflower Bouquet)&lt;br /&gt;Tomato Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not enter as many items as I usually do. Our vacation was scheduled for the same week as the fair, so I did not have enough time to do as much and I had to rely on my dad to pick up my entries when the fair was over and I did not want to put him to too much trouble. I think it was a successful year and I am thankful for that which God has blessed me.  All of these entries were gifts from Him and I did my best to use them for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple of requests to share my Green Tomato Relish Recipe and I will in a future post.&lt;br /&gt;It is delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family vacation went well with a few minor exceptions which I will post about later. Many of you know that we were having our house painted and were expecting to return to a "new" home but the weather did not allow for that. It should be finished by this weekend, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some "before and after" photos as well as my Fall decorations. I mentioned that we will do a "Trunk or Treat" at church providing a safe alternative to the traditional Halloween goblins and things. I haven't decided the theme of our "trunk" yet, but I know I will probably carve some pumpkins and display some gourds and other fall decorations. If any of you have ideas, please share them with me. I need some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-341067832906329130?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/341067832906329130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=341067832906329130' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/341067832906329130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/341067832906329130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-try-this-again-results-are-in.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This Again . . .The Results Are In'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5870220578004020602</id><published>2008-10-03T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:14:31.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love A-Fair</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that I have to enter all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hand painted&lt;/span&gt;, handcrafted, homemade this and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; in our County Fair.  The date has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; up on me and I am not able to enter as much as I usually do.  I guess I've been "on the road" too much this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gourds, gourds, and more gourds are the majority of entries this year.  Most useful, small variety, large variety, best decorative, gourd collection, and a few others are just some of the categories that I have placed gourds for judging.  I am especially proud of a gourd vessel woven with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seagrass&lt;/span&gt; that I made within the last week.  Whew!  My fingers are sore from the experience!  I'll let you know how it does as well as my other entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tomato relish was a new experience this year!  A friend gave me the recipe for the most delicious relish I have ever tasted.  Wouldn't you know that I lost it! I had to guess at the measurements of ingredients and I believe, it is better than that she gave me! (I'm not really bragging, am I?)  Well, anyway, I entered it and some tomato juice (made from my own heirloom tomatoes).  Several other items were entered as well and I will post a complete list and let you know if they won any ribbons.  Last year, I had the second largest amount of blue ribbons in the whole fair and won an extra $25!  I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a love a-fair with county fairs and I would like to encourage you to enter something in your county fair if you have one.  Those of you with children should have several projects with them during the year and enter their "creations".  It is so much fun and I'm sure they will all enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5870220578004020602?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5870220578004020602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5870220578004020602' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5870220578004020602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5870220578004020602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-fair.html' title='A Love A-Fair'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5627061372052663047</id><published>2008-10-01T22:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:43:25.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New House and a Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;! We are getting a new house! Well, not really, but we are having our house painted, - a job long overdue! We are having the trim painted a really pretty shade of white (off-white) with pine green shutters and doors. I'm so excited! I can hardly wait until I can post the pictures of our "new house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been painted since we bought the house back in 1999. The paint was beginning to peel and the storm windows needed a good cleaning along with the picket fence in the back. The painter married a former classmate of Mr. Plant Lady and he is working on the house in the evenings after work and on Saturdays. He is giving us a real good deal and he does a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday we will travel to the mountains on our "family vacation". We have not had a "family" vacation since our first year of marriage. Mr. Plant Lady's mom, brother and sister-in-law and their son and sister will be going with us to Cherokee, NC and the surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;We are renting a nice cabin for a long weekend. I'm so excited because it has a hot tub and a pool table. I will enjoy the hot tub and I'm sure the fellows will enjoy the pool table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep you updated on my adventures with the "family". It's sure to make "adventurous" reading! Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I will return from the vacation to a "newly completed" house! I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5627061372052663047?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5627061372052663047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5627061372052663047' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5627061372052663047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5627061372052663047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everyone-yipee-we-are-getting-new.html' title='A New House and a Family Vacation'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1868191571424765803</id><published>2008-09-26T16:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:26:36.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Day Makes! Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a difference a day makes! Notice the blue skies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1O-W_otKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sqP_ZF2b4Rc/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250439573815211170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1O-W_otKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sqP_ZF2b4Rc/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1PzCarAuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aGNNQJ_aXPY/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250440478824530658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1PzCarAuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aGNNQJ_aXPY/s200/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1PTjLvOeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ptjIGw_gInw/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie Island Lighthouse and Jockey's Ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1OmMlPt1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/jzhlZJaYKYg/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250439158703306578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1OmMlPt1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/jzhlZJaYKYg/s200/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1OSC1qy_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QgCJvvSUrqE/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250438812490451954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1OSC1qy_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QgCJvvSUrqE/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House used in the film "Nights in Rodanthe" and Old Coast Guard Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1QTZyasSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vI96oswKQYM/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250441034853953826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1QTZyasSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vI96oswKQYM/s200/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1SB5nt9dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AKSKBhekpXw/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250442933184624082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1SB5nt9dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AKSKBhekpXw/s200/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie Island Lighthouse and Orville and Wilbur Wright Memorial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443491226856338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1SiYfWq5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/HUkf-8pgNZ4/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Part of the Orville and Wilbur Wright Memorial -  Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed the photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1868191571424765803?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1868191571424765803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1868191571424765803' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1868191571424765803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1868191571424765803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-difference-day-makes-pictures.html' title='What A Difference A Day Makes! Pictures'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SN1O-W_otKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sqP_ZF2b4Rc/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5792322471050577657</id><published>2008-09-25T07:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:51:23.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu . . . All Over Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuVbND7tfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pzkFalODSfU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954085225608690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuVbND7tfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pzkFalODSfU/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuV1_2lXGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7Sx9qI39HoI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954545536425058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuV1_2lXGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7Sx9qI39HoI/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuWERJP4eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8H3Skls_w2U/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954790696280546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuWERJP4eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8H3Skls_w2U/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that when storms come at night, the rest is uneasy and the darkness and winds are your companions throughout the night - then comes the morning!&lt;br /&gt;And come, it did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said yesterday, we left for our trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a five hour drive for us and the trip was one of those non-interstate ones , you know, the ones that are slow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cumbersome&lt;/span&gt;. All went well with the travel but the weather wasn't going to cooperate all the way. The closer we got to the Outer Banks, the stronger the winds became. The sky became gray and angry and the sun refused to show its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the many rivers, we began to notice the whitecaps - wind driven water that looked like the ocean! As we crossed a large river, the seagulls could not make their way back to the shore to safety. Many of them were blown into the bridge railings and they lay dead on the road. I thought about the scripture that talks about God knowing when every bird falls from the sky! What a comfort that God knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our journey and stopped for gas at Nags Head. One of the other motorist told us that they were trying to get to Hatteras and they were turned back because one of the roads was being bombarded with waves and that the Cedar Island Ferry had been closed for the day!&lt;br /&gt;I must admit this news scared me! What were we going to find at Kitty Hawk, our destination?&lt;br /&gt;Winds were gusting and the waves that were visible from the road looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ominous&lt;/span&gt;. Our journey continued through Kill Devil Hills, then on to Kitty Hawk. We found the hotel - the Hilton Garden Inn - waterfront. ANY other time, waterfront would be celebrated, but not in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nor'easter&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and carried our luggage up to the room. We had a reception at 6:30 pm with heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hor'doeuvres&lt;/span&gt; so we did not need to go out for dinner. As the evening progressed, the weather worsened! Our balcony has an ocean view, so I stood out on it to take some pictures of the surf. By the way, I forgot to mention that the reception was supposed to be on the pier house of the hotel, but it was moved because of the strong waves. The pictures today are of the waves as seen from the fifth story balcony of the hotel. You may be able to see the pier house (white bldg) in the photo. I'm glad the reception was moved to the hotel ballroom. I can't imagine eating shrimp and thinking I might be swimming with one any minute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1:00 am, I was awakened by a LOUD "BOOM!!!!" I jumped up and all was dark except the emergency lighting! The power was out! Mr. Plant Lady continued to sleep. How could he sleep at a time like this, not knowing what had happened? I told him I was going to make my way down to the front desk to find out what had happened - he wanted to go with me. I, personally, think that he was afraid to stay by himself, don't you? Well, the elevators were out, so we went down five flights of stairs to the lobby. Four or five guests had the same idea and we were told a transformer has blown out. That was the source of the "boom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back up to the room and opened the sliding glass door to let in a breeze, well actually a gust!! The room was becoming warm since the air was out. Once I saw the fire truck and power company trucks driving around the property, I returned to bed, only waking again three times to check on their progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the morning finally came, daylight flooded the room and we were still safe! Power returned about 7:30 am and I ventured down to see about getting some breakfast. I'm glad I thought ahead and took the stairs again, because the power flashed off again and I would have been stuck in the elevator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast was great! Crispy fried bacon, sausage and scrambled eggs with toast, grits, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hashbrowns&lt;/span&gt;, and a tall glass of tomato juice! Yum!! Yum!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you updated on my continuing adventure. I just hope it doesn't include any more stormy weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5792322471050577657?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5792322471050577657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5792322471050577657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5792322471050577657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5792322471050577657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/deja-vu-all-over-again.html' title='Deja Vu . . . All Over Again!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNuVbND7tfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pzkFalODSfU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3359045111550662555</id><published>2008-09-23T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:30:08.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the words of the famous song by Willie Nelson, "I'm On the Road Again!"  This time it's to the Outer Banks of North Carolina!  Once again, I'm following Mr. Plant Lady as he attends meetings related to his service on the local Resource and Conservation and Development Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will leave tomorrow morning.  I have a stop planned to get some reeds and seagrass from a basketry supply store that's located about an hour away.  Fortunately, the store is on our way to our destination.  I'm excited about going to the Outer Banks again!  The last time we were there, our destination was Ocracoke.  It was one of the most relaxing trips that I have ever taken.  Our hotel provided bicycles for us to explore the little island that is only accessible by ferry.  Kitty Hawk, our destination this trip, is famous as the Birthplace of Flight.  Wilbur and Orville Wright took the first flight from some of the sand dunes located there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my laptop with me and I hope to be able to post some pictures of my adventures in Kitty Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep us in your prayers as we travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3359045111550662555?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3359045111550662555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3359045111550662555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3359045111550662555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3359045111550662555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-472885602078639913</id><published>2008-09-22T22:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:37:49.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come With Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhWdLxv76I/AAAAAAAAAgk/d5FU2wwExhg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249040425077960610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhWdLxv76I/AAAAAAAAAgk/d5FU2wwExhg/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's been ages since I last did a post. Looking at the date of my last post, it's been over two weeks! I've been on an adventure to the mountains of Virginia with Mr. Plant Lady and haven't slowed down since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady serves on a Resource Conservation and Development Council (RC&amp;amp;D) and their regional meeting was held week before last in Wytheville, Virginia. I accompanied him and participated in some activities that were planned for spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip began on Wednesday morning. We hoped to leave around 6:00 am but did not get to leave until 11:00 am! We hoped to take a leisurely drive, stopping as we saw something of interest, but with our late start, we only stopped once, at a Farmer's Market in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Wytheville, we checked in at the hotel and then went over to the conference center for the registration. After picking up our schedules, we went to a nearby Sagebrush Steakhouse restaurant for dinner. I ordered a Southwestern chicken entree and had some of the most delicious soup, a poblano pepper and white cheddar soup. Delicious! After dinner we turned in for the night because we had an early start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning arrived and Mr. Plant Lady had meetings all day. I took him to the conference center and I explored Wytheville. My first stop was at a Goodwill store. I found a great black and red throw for $1.00! I plan to use it at Christmas as a table cloth for a small table I have. It will go well with my black and red table runner that I use on my dining table. Next, I went to a local department store hoping to find just the right outfit! No such luck! I had a turkey sub at the local Subway restaurant for lunch and then went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhP1kP-sQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/v9h2WNEi07k/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249033147382673666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhP1kP-sQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/v9h2WNEi07k/s200/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhQPciyCgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Sd2BwrSNHWI/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249033591990651394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhQPciyCgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Sd2BwrSNHWI/s200/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhQkjRxu0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/yd72DjsM0EY/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249033954575629122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhQkjRxu0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/yd72DjsM0EY/s200/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short rest, I went to the conference center where I was to meet with other ladies who had signed up for the Wreath Workshop. Around ten other ladies and I boarded a van and went to the Beagle Ridge Herb Farm where we fashioned a wreath from dried herbs and natural materials collected from the woods. On the return trip back to the conference center, we saw several deer and wild turkeys. What an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhLmRsIVEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aM9d1-H_8l4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249028486655923266" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhLmRsIVEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aM9d1-H_8l4/s200/010.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhMWDhcPOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tF8AG4zz_2g/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029307486715106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhMWDhcPOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tF8AG4zz_2g/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhMvS43uJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xPHIrbSDGI0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249029741108246674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhMvS43uJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xPHIrbSDGI0/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Mr. Plant Lady and I went to the Log House Restaurant, a colonial tennant house that had been restored and turned into a restaurant. I ordered a chicken dish that was one of Thomas Jefferson's favorites. It had chopped tomatoes, mushrooms and olives along with some type of cheese. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we took tours of the area. Mr. Plant Lady took a technical tour relating to his service on the council - a stream bank restoration tour and I took the Blue Ridge tour that included the Mabry Mill, the Blue Ridge Music center located on the Blue Ridge Parkway and shopping at an Appalachian Craft Center in Galax, VA , where I purchased a great mosaic-like gourd with a fish design and a gourd birdhouse I thought was cute! A wonderful day of sightseeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhNZ9uVduI/AAAAAAAAAfs/g58X1t6AImI/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030474161288930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhNZ9uVduI/AAAAAAAAAfs/g58X1t6AImI/s200/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhNw194wcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/q07AJS4MGjo/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249030867216024002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhNw194wcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/q07AJS4MGjo/s200/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhOIufNKgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rbrNtDXlJYs/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249031277525150210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhOIufNKgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rbrNtDXlJYs/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ended with a pig pickin' and some lively local bluegrass music. We had a wonderful evening that ended with a silent auction in which I bid and won two items - a hand-turned tulip poplar bowl made in Kentucky and some "Green Grillin" Natural Hardwood Charcoal made from Appalachian Hardwoods from a sustainable forest project in the Appalachian Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time and I took lots of photos for you to see!&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me and enjoy the sights of a foggy Virginia morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-472885602078639913?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/472885602078639913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=472885602078639913' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/472885602078639913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/472885602078639913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-everyone-it-seems-like-its-been.html' title='Come With Me!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SNhWdLxv76I/AAAAAAAAAgk/d5FU2wwExhg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2871761224097726235</id><published>2008-09-06T18:07:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:41:53.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Then Comes the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SMMwJiARiiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IgmX2hYJtlM/s1600-h/Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243087331494300194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SMMwJiARiiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IgmX2hYJtlM/s200/Clouds.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the morning! Dark and ominous clouds were our companions yesterday as the weather began to deteriorate as Tropical Storm Hanna churned off the coast of North and South Carolina making her way toward the coastline where she would make landfall. Winds began to pick up and rain began to fall as we started to feel the effects of the storm. As the day progressed, the skies became darker and darker. Just how bad was this thing going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds began to bank up in the skies, an ominous warning of things to come. Rains came next, at first as sprinkles, then as downpours. Winds were moderate up until landfall occurred, then they raged in the dark, early morning hours. Darkness! Heavy rains! Raging winds! Occasional lightning! These were our companions through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the morning! Winds still blew . . . rains still fell . . . dark clouds still filled the sky . . . YET . . . there was a comfort! It was morning! Fears of the unknown and unseen that had plagued during the night suddenly disintegrated. Light could be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the scene when the storms of life come to threaten us with their ominous downpours and raging winds. When the unknown and unseen forces of the enemy are amassed against us we can have the hope of the coming morning and the brightness of a new day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2871761224097726235?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2871761224097726235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2871761224097726235' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2871761224097726235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2871761224097726235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/then-comes-morning.html' title='Then Comes the Morning'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SMMwJiARiiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IgmX2hYJtlM/s72-c/Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5037351005079622841</id><published>2008-09-05T19:23:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:51:22.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brillante Weblog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242687497961171986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SMHEgKBbbBI/AAAAAAAAAes/ULOZ-9zQpRs/s200/Award+from+AliceE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Plant Lady's Ponderings has been awarded the Brillante Weblog Award from &lt;a href="http://fromtheheartae.blogspot.com/"&gt;AliceE&lt;/a&gt;! It is a great honor to receive this award and a big thanks goes out to AliceE for her encouragement to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AliceE is very sweet person whose love for our Lord shines through on her blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offers encouragement to us all through those beautiful songs on her playlist and the poems and lyrics to songs we have often forgotten. Thanks AliceE for your friendship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pass this award on to &lt;a href="http://communityprayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debrah&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://1dancingwallflower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://gallaghergang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://cheerfulinsecurity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://mar-mars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mar&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://katscove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Award winners are to pass this along to seven people whose blogs you think are deserving of this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5037351005079622841?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5037351005079622841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5037351005079622841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5037351005079622841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5037351005079622841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/brillante-weblog-award.html' title='Brillante Weblog Award'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SMHEgKBbbBI/AAAAAAAAAes/ULOZ-9zQpRs/s72-c/Award+from+AliceE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4637721707920684520</id><published>2008-09-03T14:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:21:23.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241900588216380370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SL74z-yMa9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/uXORA_4-DK8/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicadas are here!!! After seventeen years of laying in the ground, cicada nymphs dug their way to the surface and crawled up to the trunk of our pecan tree to cling there to molt into winged adults. What child reared in the country hasn't put the "empty skins or shells" on their nose in that wonderful childhood expression of joy? (I remember the joy even now, don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing these fascinating creatures, I thought of how we, like the cicada nymphs, have a time of "spiritual development" before we make our way out of the dirt and darkness into the sunlight and crawl our way to the support of a Strong Tree, where we attach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; until we can shed the "empty shell" of our former life and spread our "new wings" of spiritual maturity in Christ. The empty shells are all that remains as a reminder of our former life, with all the scars (notice the "tear" or "split" on the shell ) that are actually beneficial to complete the process of maturity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have left the darkness of our "grave" in the ground to emerge into the light and attach ourselves to the "Tree of Life", Jesus Christ, our Saviour! There we will be able to "mount up on wings of eagles" and soar! Resurrection! That is what our Saviour wants for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I observed the cicadas on the pecan tree, I felt like this was the post for today. I don't know if it was meant for any particular reader, but if for no one else, it was for me! Thank you Lord for your creation and the way you speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4637721707920684520?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4637721707920684520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4637721707920684520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4637721707920684520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4637721707920684520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/09/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SL74z-yMa9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/uXORA_4-DK8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-32767848288379809</id><published>2008-09-01T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:01:01.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLwM-rhdHVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EDujipMRrlw/s1600-h/Blog+Photos+-+Birdhouse+Gourd+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241078337326882130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLwM-rhdHVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EDujipMRrlw/s200/Blog+Photos+-+Birdhouse+Gourd+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, I received a call from a customer at the Farmer's Market. She told me she had purchased one of my apple gourd birdhouses earlier this summer. She was already thinking about her Christmas shopping list and had decided that she was going to give birdhouses as Christmas gifts this year. Many people like to receive handmade/homemade gifts because they are unique and are not mass produced - a gift from the heart and made especially for them! I believe this lady has many special friends and loved ones that she feels would appreciate a "gift from the heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me if I could paint seven birdhouses like the one she had purchased earlier in the year. She described the gourd but I was still unsure about the colors and just how I had arranged the flowers on it. We agreed on a time and place to meet to "refresh my memory" as to its design. When I saw it, I immediately remembered it. I had a particularly hard time drawing the flowers and then painting them. I was satisfied when I finished it that I had done the best job I could. We agreed that I would paint seven apple gourd birdhouses in the colors and style of the one she had bought. I told her that they would be ready in time for Christmas gift-giving. I had to get to work! I dug through baskets of dried gourds to find "perfectly shaped" ones for the project. When I found them, I brought them back from the farm to my house and filled my kitchen sink with soap suds and soaked the gourds for a while to make the cleaning process easier. Cleaning gourds take patience and a lot of "elbow grease". When I had sufficiently scrubbed them, I put them out on the deck to dry. Next came the process of drilling the entrance holes and cleaning out the seed. Another job that requires patience and "elbow grease!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the gourds prepared, I sat down to paint. Painting the background colors were not that hard, but the flowers were a different story! I began by drawing the flower on the gourd with a pencil. I'm glad they make ERASERS, because I used it a lot! When the flowers were finished, I began to paint them. Talk about tedious, it was! I don't know how many times I took the gourd over to the sink and completely washed the flower off and started again. I couldn't seem to get the shape of the flower petal just right nor could I get the shading right either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my amazement, I found the more flowers I painted, the better I got at it! As I practiced . . . . and practiced . . . . and practiced, I got better at shading and the flowers began to ACTUALLY look like flowers! By the time I finished the last one, I had learned to paint flowers! Yipee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice makes perfect! Striving to be better at any task takes practice. As I strive to be better in my Christian walk, I must continually practice by studying the Word, applying the Word to my life, praying and by fellowshipping with other believers. As I practice these things, I am confident that the Holy Spirit will be there guiding me as I "paint" the flowers of a life for the Great Master!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241076998913139026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLwLwxiwIVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eXlyn0EDiZ0/s200/Blog+Photos+-+Birdhouse+Gourd+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-32767848288379809?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/32767848288379809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=32767848288379809' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/32767848288379809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/32767848288379809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLwM-rhdHVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EDujipMRrlw/s72-c/Blog+Photos+-+Birdhouse+Gourd+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2685346702383307278</id><published>2008-08-26T14:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:07:07.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Box Full of Memories</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I lost my last remaining uncle on my mom's side of the family this past week. He had Alzheimers and had been in the nursing home several years. He was buried next to my aunt (Mama's baby sister) in our church cemetery. A few months before my aunt died, she, her new daughter-in-law and I were riding around the community, visiting friends and neighbors and getting her daughter-in-law acquainted with everyone. As we passed the cemetery, she told her daughter-in-law that she'd soon be coming back home. (She was born and raised next door to the church and cemetery) I really believe that she had a premonition that her days were short. A few months later, I recieved a call from the daughter-in-law that she had been rushed to the hospital and had passed away while there. Fast forward several years. Two graves now occupy that space in the cemetery. They were finally back together, but in a "new home", a heavenly home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral of my uncle last Friday, I went next door to my Daddy's house. There on the dining table was a storage container. He said that the daughter-in-law left it for me. I placed the container in the back seat of the car and took it home. The next day, I opened the box and began to look inside. It contained many memorable photos of me, my aunt and uncle. There were other photos of family members and a photograph of my grandmother. I never had a photo of her and I was excited that she had included it in the box. There are two other grandaughters - my sister and cousin who I'm sure would like to have a copy, so I'll make one for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked through all the photos, underneath the scrapbooks and other papers were some objects that were wrapped in newspaper. I unwrapped the items to find a covered china bowl and matching creamer and sugar bowl. I don't remember whether or not these belonged to my aunt or my grandmother. My sister or cousin could better answer that question because they are older and have a better recollection of the china that both my grandma and aunt had. As I ventured down in the bottom of the storage box, I came upon a large object in a heavy plastic zipper bag. It was a punch bowl with several cups and a ladle! I do not remember my aunt entertaining much so I assume the punch bowl belonged to my grandma. These treasures I will add to my collection containing the "plastic" emerald ring from a bubble gum machine and the two marbles found from my childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238914508077668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLRc_PacGMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nHB_eAPbnVQ/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Going through the box brought back very precious memories! I thank God for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2685346702383307278?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2685346702383307278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2685346702383307278' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2685346702383307278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2685346702383307278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/box-full-of-memories.html' title='A Box Full of Memories'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SLRc_PacGMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nHB_eAPbnVQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-6658442288416975267</id><published>2008-08-25T17:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:34:18.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Tag, Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this cute little questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I like about my husband . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. I like his sincerity&lt;br /&gt;2. I like his ability to explain things that have a difficult concept in easy to understand terms&lt;br /&gt;3. I like how he leaves "little love notes" around the house for me to find.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like EVERYTHING about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I have watched more than once . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. The Passion of the Christ&lt;br /&gt;2. The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;3. Clear and Present Danger&lt;br /&gt;4. The Devil's Advocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I watch . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. Star Trek (original series)&lt;br /&gt;2. CSI New York&lt;br /&gt;3. Sanford and Son&lt;br /&gt;4. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;3. Maui, HI&lt;br /&gt;4. Indianapolis, IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people who email me regularly . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. My friend Terri&lt;br /&gt;2. My niece&lt;br /&gt;3. My bloggy friend, Lynn&lt;br /&gt;4. My friend Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite foods . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;2. Spaghetti and Garlic Bread with a salad&lt;br /&gt;3. Barbecued Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. Corn on the Cob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would like to visit . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. Vermont&lt;br /&gt;2. Maine&lt;br /&gt;3. Nova Scotia&lt;br /&gt;4. Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I am looking forward to in the coming year (2009) . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending another year with my WONDERFUL husband&lt;br /&gt;2. Growing in the Word&lt;br /&gt;3. God's many blessings&lt;br /&gt;4. Many great times of fellowship with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends I tag . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ljgolf823.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://gallaghergang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://1dancingwallflower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://communityprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Debrah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK friends, it's your turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-6658442288416975267?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6658442288416975267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=6658442288416975267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6658442288416975267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6658442288416975267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-play-tag-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Play Tag, Again!!!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4336505262032277630</id><published>2008-08-20T15:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:10:17.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About The Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over and it's time to start thinking about the holidays!  Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas is coming soon and I was just thinking about all the ways in which we celebrate these holidays.  I had an idea and was wondering if you'd like to participate.  I haven't seen this on any other blog, but it may be "out there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the idea:  For each holiday (Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc.) post about how you and your family will celebrate it.  For example:  I celebrate the traditional Halloween in a way to give glory to our Wonderful Savior Jesus Christ instead of the evil that is celebrated during this time.  Our church does a "Trunk or Treat" in the parking lot to accommodate the "trick or treaters" that are out in the neighborhood and surrounding community.  Each family will design and decorate their vehicle (trunk or truck bed) in a theme that will be attractive to kids and will also promote the message of the Gospel.  Treats are passed out along with a tract or one-on-one witnessing.  The kids love visiting the themed sites (Jonah and the Whale, David and Goliath, etc.) and the parents are often the most reachable while their kids are having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the first year that our church has taken part in this ministry to the community, and it was well received!  We had numerous kids along with their parents who,&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, lingered to talk after the kids got their treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's just an example!  Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's celebrations bring lots of ideas and I'm looking forward to hearing if you'd be interested in participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post and let me know your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4336505262032277630?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4336505262032277630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4336505262032277630' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4336505262032277630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4336505262032277630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinking-about-holidays.html' title='Thinking About The Holidays'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-9183707068549863202</id><published>2008-08-15T21:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:06:30.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart and the Ground Mole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rodent-baits.com/images/mole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://www.rodent-baits.com/images/mole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I did a post entitled Sweetheart and the Bandits". Today's post is about her latest adventure. Sweetheart (that Strange Bird) is up to her same old tricks! This time, she has taken to digging up ground moles that are burrowing under the grass in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, as we were washing vegetables for the Market, Daddy noticed her "rooting" in the yard. "Look at Sweetheart," he whispered. There she was, with her nose buried in the ground! She was using her snout as a shovel to search the tunnel for its furry little inhabitant. She was getting close! As she dug, her tail was wagging a warp speed! She had this rhythm going - digging with her front paws, shoveling with her nose and then "snorting" out the dirt that got in her nose. Finally, it all paid off! She came up with a small, brown, funny-looking creature with strange feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tossed it up into the air, pounced on it, and finally finished it off! When it failed to move again, she lost interest and went about following the other tunnels to root out another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, she was in the gourd patch, where we were gathering some of the gourds that were ready. She became very interested in the pursuit of rats that were feasting on some of the gourds. The gourd vines and the grass that has overtaken the patch made it difficult for her to walk, so she began "leaping" just like a deer as she chased the rats. What fun she was having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she heard a noise in the front yard! She took off like lightning toward the front and then detoured into the garden where she found the noise maker - a tractor with a piece of machinery attached to harvest the tobacco that is grown by a neighbor. Once she saw him, (he's her friend) she turned and came back to us in the gourd patch where she resumed her rat-chasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, when we went to the house, she went in and fell asleep on her usual spot on Daddy's couch, waiting there only until Daddy took his afternoon nap in the bedroom, then she followed him to her usual spot on the bed! Such is the life of Sweetheart! Never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-9183707068549863202?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/9183707068549863202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=9183707068549863202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/9183707068549863202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/9183707068549863202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweetheart-and-ground-mole.html' title='Sweetheart and the Ground Mole'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8222352592924514963</id><published>2008-08-15T14:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:58:10.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKXbTOkYerI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V6X5fxLh71Y/s1600-h/100_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKXbTOkYerI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V6X5fxLh71Y/s200/100_0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234831265262762674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY MARBLES!  You all are saying, "Yes, I believe she has after the post on those BEAUTIFUL spiders!"  But I really did lose my marbles when I was a little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember who gave them to me, but I once had a little velvet bag that contained several beautifully-colored marbles with designs in them.  My grandmother was terrified that I would put them in my mouth, swallow them and get choked. Knowing me, she was probably right, but that was one of her fears that was never realized, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember playing with them on the rug in the den where their movement was easily contained, but don't let them get off on the hardwood floors!(We had hardwood floors BEFORE they became all the rage and I remember how much I wanted Mama and Daddy to get wall-to-wall carpet) If the marbles did venture onto the smooth surface of the floors, they disappeared never to be found again!  Or so I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one of my precious marbles ended up in the garden!  The garden of all places! But there, as pretty as a picture, I found one just sitting on top of the dirt like a diamond, waiting for ME, all these years later!  Several years ago, I had a similar find.  While looking in the "packhouse", where my dad packed tobacco and blueberries years ago, I found another of my marbles in amongst the rusty bolts, nuts and nails that were kept in a box.  Along with the marble, a tiny ring that came from a bubble gum machine.(You know the kind that you put in a dime(now a quarter or two)and get a prize) It's band was still shiny and the "plastic" emerald was still as green as it was when it would fit on my ring finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKXbj3gwcoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/56Nc8PqPmLs/s1600-h/100_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKXbj3gwcoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/56Nc8PqPmLs/s200/100_0186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234831551131316866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I placed the newly-found marble in amongst the other "treasures" I keep in my jewelry box.  I don't know why I keep these trivial things, but I guess I'm just sentimental that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What treasures have you found lately?  Did you tell anyone?  Did you put it in a "special place"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Treasure can be found anytime!  When you find it, tell someone!  The most special place it can be put - your Heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek and You Shall Find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8222352592924514963?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8222352592924514963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8222352592924514963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8222352592924514963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8222352592924514963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKXbTOkYerI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V6X5fxLh71Y/s72-c/100_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8850375336968171771</id><published>2008-08-14T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:21:19.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKMiTaIiyoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ip-TnMExD4Q/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKMiTaIiyoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ip-TnMExD4Q/s200/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234064908762663554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady and I have had a visitor take up residence at our house.  She is a garden spider (what better kind for plant people?)  Some call it a "writing spider" because of the silken "writings" that it forms on its web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has spun her web (remember Charlotte's Web?)on the shrubbery just off the front porch. We have been talking about her for over a week now and have watched her progress as she waits patiently for her prey.  We noticed a few days ago, that she had "captured" an unlucky prisoner and had spun a silken shroud around it, just like the Egyptians of old, when they embalmed their dead (mummy) and entombed them in the Pyramids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went to work this morning, I noticed that the "mummy" was gone.  She had totally disposed of the body!  I wonder what she did with it!  It is amazing to me how God provides for all His creation!  How much more will He provide for His children, giving them their daily bread as well as other blessings too numerous to count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for those garden (or "writing") spiders at your house.  They are most beautiful and I think that they could possibly be writing a "thank you" note to their Creator!  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for Your blessings, provision, and the spiders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8850375336968171771?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8850375336968171771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8850375336968171771' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8850375336968171771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8850375336968171771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/spider.html' title='The Spider'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SKMiTaIiyoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ip-TnMExD4Q/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1217726161688116755</id><published>2008-08-13T06:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:46:15.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why Christian Manhood Must Prevail" Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been happily visiting some blogs and I've found one I think you'd like to check out!  "&lt;a href="http://jphillips4.blogspot.com"&gt;Our Family Highlights&lt;/a&gt;" is a wonderful blog that you're bound to enjoy!  They are doing a giveaway for a CD by Douglas W. Phillips, entitled "&lt;strong&gt;Why Christian Manhood Must Prevail&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit this site to get more information and a description of the CD.  It sounds like a great one for the man in your life!  The deadline for entry is Friday, August 15, so hurry up and register!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1217726161688116755?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1217726161688116755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1217726161688116755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1217726161688116755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1217726161688116755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-christian-manhood-must-prevail.html' title='&quot;Why Christian Manhood Must Prevail&quot; Giveaway'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1612969377842720570</id><published>2008-08-11T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:11:43.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE and FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ4EQPs5I5I/AAAAAAAAAas/mwNCImElJwI/s1600-h/fig.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ4EQPs5I5I/AAAAAAAAAas/mwNCImElJwI/s200/fig.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232624494190338962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about HOPE and FAITH for a week or so, after overhearing a conversation at the Farmer's Market. No, I really wasn't eavesdropping - the man in the next booth was in a conversation with an elderly lady about some of the fig trees and other trees that he had available for sale. She was interested in purchasing a fig tree and he was explaining the difference in the varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had customers of my own, so I just got bits and pieces of the conversation, but she had all of her questions answered and decided on a particular one. As she and the man walked to her car with the fig tree, she mentioned that she was 93 years old and would be 94 later this year! She didn't look a day over 70! She was amazing - a smile on her face, a spring in her step and HOPE and FAITH, which was very evident in her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this thought struck me, but it was as if God was giving me something to think on. I thought about the fact that the "fig" tree was common in Biblical days and that it was referenced several times in both the Old and New Testaments. I did a search for the significance of the fig tree in biblical days and I found out that in Mark 11: 12-25, when talking about the fig tree incident, Mark may be using the fig tree as a metaphor, as Jesus himself might have, for what he sees as the barrenness of the priests and the withering of their teaching and authority due to their lack of TRUE FAITH. As Jesus hoped to find fruit on the fig tree, Jesus hoped to find "fruit", the fruit of true worship of God, at the Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting for me because I have been on a quest to experience "True Worship." I commented on another blog about desiring true worship experiences. Hmmm, is this the direction God wants me to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first thought about this post, I was going in a completely different direction. My first thoughts were about how much HOPE and FAITH that this lady had to be planting a fig tree at her age and expecting a harvest! But, I guess we all have to be like that - at any age! We have to have the HOPE and FAITH in God that we will receive that which we seek! Well, there's what I've been missing in my worship lately! I have not been expecting TRUE WORSHIP, therefore I haven't been experiencing it! What a lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that God uses simple things like an overheard conversation to turn my FOCUS back to Him and the things He has for me - like the TRUE WORSHIP I desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, Heavenly Father for your gentle nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1612969377842720570?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1612969377842720570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1612969377842720570' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1612969377842720570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1612969377842720570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/hope-and-faith.html' title='HOPE and FAITH'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ4EQPs5I5I/AAAAAAAAAas/mwNCImElJwI/s72-c/fig.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8598544742436650404</id><published>2008-08-09T14:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:47:12.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the Day -  and What A Day!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been CRAZY for me! I started out in my usual Saturday morning routine - up at 6:00 AM, get dressed, gather up my gourds and load in the car for the trip to the Farmer's Market. Nothing unusual about that until about 2 miles from the Market. A noise! I slow down, pull over, and get out. There it was - a FLAT front tire! No problem, I know how to change a flat, but I have to unload all the gourds in the back of my car to get to the spare tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, in the parking lot of the local Quizno's with all my tire-changing equipment out beside the car and dozens of gourds piled in boxes! I set up the jack, took off the lug nuts and put on the spare. And in record time! I loaded up all those gourds, placing them strategically around the flat and got back on the highway. I went about 100 yards and then . . . ANOTHER FLAT, now it's the spare that's gone flat! CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE? I surely hope NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mr. Plant Lady on my cell phone and reported the BAD NEWS. He would have to get up and come to get a new tire. I just know he was thrilled to lose those couple hours of sleep without me poking him in the ribs. He is not a morning person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting on an abandoned side road behind a shopping center waiting for my hubby to come RESCUE me. A State Trooper passes, and looks, but keeps going. He saw me on the cell phone so I'm guessing he thought I was calling for help. A few minutes later, the Trooper passes again, still looking, but does not stop. I must look like I'm pretty self-sufficient, no help needed here, RIGHT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called another vendor at the market to ask him to let my dad know of the delay. I was supposed to stop and get him a breakfast biscuit! Breakfast will be LATE today, I'm afraid! The vendor answered, but he had not left home yet (he lives 30 minutes away)! He gave me the cell phone number of another vendor and I called him. He wasn't going to be at the market today, although his wife was on her way! He relays the message to her for my dad. A few minutes later, his wife pulls up beside me. She was nearby and decided to check on me. She would relay my message to Daddy and go through the drive-thru for the biscuits because I know, by now, he's starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady arrived and took the flat to the Wal-Mart to have a new tire put on the rim. Mind you, this is a little after 7:00 AM. Is Wal-Mart service center even open at this hour? About 20 minutes later, Mr. Plant Lady arrived with the new tire and took the spare to be fixed. I finally made it to the Market! I felt as though I had done a full day's work and it's wasn't even 8:30 AM yet. WHEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up my gourds between customers. My dad had a brisk trade today, with everyone wanting the fresh okra, collards and cucumbers he brought. Daddy was not feeling well - it was probably going without breakfast for a while. His usual breakfast time is 6:00 AM! He left the Market early and I finished selling the veggies for him. The day was hectic, but it was a good one! I quickly sold four birdhouse gourds and some gourd ornaments. I also got more orders for Christmas gifts. I have to get busy! No more being lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ3rys9kL8I/AAAAAAAAAac/97kXlPvcqeg/s1600-h/soap+basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ3rys9kL8I/AAAAAAAAAac/97kXlPvcqeg/s200/soap+basket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232597598369755074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know you've all been waiting for the announcement of the winner of the T'z Beez soap collection. Had I not had such a hectic day, I would've posted sooner, but better late that never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T'z Beez Soap Collection goes to &lt;a href="http://1dancingwallflower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dancin' Wallflower!&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations! I bet she is dancin' now, don't you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who took the time to visit and register. "Plant Lady's Ponderings" will do another drawing around Christmas if you'd like. Just let me know if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8598544742436650404?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8598544742436650404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8598544742436650404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8598544742436650404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8598544742436650404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-day-and-what-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the Day -  and What A Day!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SJ3rys9kL8I/AAAAAAAAAac/97kXlPvcqeg/s72-c/soap+basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3381924685608395961</id><published>2008-08-04T15:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:02:20.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T'z Beez Soaps Give-Away</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for another give-away from "Plant Lady's Ponderings?"  Some of you did not get in on the one I did back in April.  Katrina (SKY4KAT) was the winner of the apple gourd birdhouse!  To see a photo of it, go to the May 18 post entitled, &lt;a href="http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-winner-is.html"&gt;"And the Winner Is..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I have a collection of homemade soaps made by a friend at the Farmer's Market.  She is a beekeeper and uses her honey and beeswax in the soaps.  I have tried them and I just LOVE them!  They are non-drying and rinse easily.  She has a thriving business at the market and all her products are very popular.  She also makes lip balm and bath salts and is developing a line of all-natural baby soaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared some clippings of my lemon thyme with her and asked if she ever made soaps using herbs.  She never had, but said she had recipes for them.  She is taking the lemon thyme and adding a citrus-based scented oil and will produce a citrus soap in the near future.  I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection of T's Beez Soaps will contain a bar each of :  Cucumber and Melon, Watermelon, Vanilla Milk and Honey, Sunflower, Unscented Goat's Milk, and Honey and Oat soaps.  Included with the soaps, there will be a loofah gourd scrubber grown by this Plant Lady.  It will make someone a very nice addition to their bath time.  Just light some candles, put on your favorite CD, lather up and RELAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drawing is open to anyone who lives in the United States.  All I need is for you to post your name and e-mail address. When the winner is announced, it will be posted here on "Plant Lady's Ponderings" and an e-mail will be sent to the winner to arrange for shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, as you visit other blogger friends, let them know about this give-away!  The more entries, the merrier, I say!  So, let's start signing up!(one entry per person) You have until Friday, August 8, 2008 to enter.  The drawing will take place on Saturday, Aug. 9 and the winner will be announced here on "Plant Lady's Ponderings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the LUCKY WINNER be YOU?  As Ed McMahon says, "You can't win if you don't enter!"  Enter TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3381924685608395961?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3381924685608395961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3381924685608395961' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3381924685608395961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3381924685608395961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/08/tz-beez-soaps-give-away.html' title='T&apos;z Beez Soaps Give-Away'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-767892909891634356</id><published>2008-07-29T20:41:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:25.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots! Anchor! Rock!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roots! Anchor! Rock! These words have been popping up everywhere since my post last week entitled, "A Journey Through the Desert." I mentioned that I was "walking" through a desert of sorts, and was thirsting for a spiritual refreshing because I was finding it difficult to focus and even though I know that God is right here beside me, I am finding it difficult to "feel" Him. Many of you have told me that I am not alone in that "desert" because you, too, are walking in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told one of my bloggin' buddies that I needed to find a good Bible study book, ladies retreat, or some project to focus on that would be a source of spiritual refreshment. Friday afternoon, I stopped at a local Christian bookstore to find a good book. This particular bookstore is really small and doesn't have a large selection to choose from. I looked over the books on the shelves but none really "jumped" out at me. I settled on one entitled, &lt;em&gt;A Woman After God's Own Heart&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth George. I am not familiar with her, but the description of the book on the back seemed very interesting. The description contained these words: "Genuine peace and joy comes when women follow God in every area of their lives - and become women after His heart." This statement peaked my interest, so I bought the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book lay on my nightstand Friday night, Saturday and Sunday without being opened. For some reason, I just could not bring myself to open it. Sunday after church, Mr. Plant Lady, my dad, and I went to a seafood restaurant along with my sister and her family to celebrate our birthdays (She and I both have birthdays in July). My niece and her son brought pictures from a recent trip they took to see relatives in Pennsylvania. The usual kinds of photos - my nephew in the pool, the Crayola Crayon Museum (I didn't know there was such a place), and the usual scenery one takes pictures of on a trip. Then came the unusual - the photo of a tree growing on a ROCK! They say a picture is worth a thousand words so here is 3000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_PX7SVQVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HUXQY8sJ5BE/s1600-h/rock+tree+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228625702358958418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_PX7SVQVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HUXQY8sJ5BE/s200/rock+tree+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_P6aBxDRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2d4XVsGRKEA/s1600-h/rock+tree+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228626294726528274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_P6aBxDRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2d4XVsGRKEA/s200/rock+tree+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228625959856228498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_Pm6idyJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bxVbdLDDQQQ/s200/rock+tree+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you every seen such? How does it do that? It looks like it's been there quite some time. A fellow I know who works with the US Forest Service could look at this picture and tell the approximate age of the tree. It has survived many storms! Its roots are anchored pretty well, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great lunch and after the "Happy Birthday" songs had been sung, we came home hoping to take a "Sunday afternoon" nap. I just love those, don't you? As I lay down, I glanced at the book on the nightstand. "Maybe tonight after church, I can start on the book," I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sunday evening service was a praise and thanksgiving service. God has done great things in our church! He had been faithful in providing the funds for us to pay off a $75,000 note on our Family Life Center in a matter of 10 months -rather than the 10 years the note called for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To God Be The Glory!&lt;/em&gt; It was done by the "widow's mite" because we had very few who were able to give large sums of money. I can remember the whole church uniting in prayer around the altar when we decided to borrow the money to finish the inside. We had "paid as we go" for the main construction but were unable to occupy the building unless it was finished and we were needing the space for many of the church activities that we had started. The Lord Provides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning home from the wonderful service, I was tired and I crawled into bed and picked up the book on the nightstand. I began reading. When I reached Chapter 2 entitled "A Heart Abiding in God's Word," I read these words: "We must nurture a root system!" Later in the chapter, these words: "Roots are unseen - your spiritual roots are underground, invisible to others." A few paragraphs later, "Roots are for taking in," then "Roots are for storage," and finally "Roots are for support." WOW! I understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The purchase of the book - only because it was there at the bookstore, not because I thought it would be that good (I guess I'm saying I just bought it to be buying it, if you understand my meaning), the photographs that spoke for themselves and then the content of the book that I (or God) had postponed me reading until I saw those pictures and then received the message about the roots "anchored" in the ROCK. He was preparing me for a message! I can now "hear" Him again! He is leading me out of the desert and I can feel His presence again! Tears of Joy are falling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants me to spread my ROOTS and ANCHOR in the ROCK! The SOLID ROCK! My roots are for taking in, storing, and support. My prayer is that I withstand the storms as well as this tree that is anchored in the rock, and that I find nourishment in HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."&lt;/em&gt; - Jeremiah 17:8 (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-767892909891634356?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/767892909891634356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=767892909891634356' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/767892909891634356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/767892909891634356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/roots-anchor-rock.html' title='Roots! Anchor! Rock!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SI_PX7SVQVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HUXQY8sJ5BE/s72-c/rock+tree+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3896116969538725855</id><published>2008-07-26T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:25.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SIppOU1E0KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WXAzXIyg4i8/s1600-h/hummingbird.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227106012347289762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SIppOU1E0KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WXAzXIyg4i8/s200/hummingbird.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's "View From My Kitchen Window" is literally the view from my kitchen window - the hummingbird feeders attached to my window and hanging on a shepherd's hook just off the deck. They have had frequent visitors this summer - marvelous little creatures with antics that are sure to bring a smile to your face and a "thank you" to God for His little blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are always as "fast as lightning", darting to and fro, protecting their "Special Flowers" - the large, red ones attached to the feeders that are so much sweeter than the others in different parts of the yard. And the battles that rage - battles that leave scars! I feel a lesson taking shape "from the garden" - my hummingbird feeder garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come in at full speed, maneuvering in ways that the United States Air Force wish they could mimic. Hovering briefly, then darting up, up, up, then suddenly backward, then into a nose-dive that is sure to make you dizzy following them with your eyes! They are in a battle for the sweet nectar that is contained in one of those red, plastic flowers. Oh, how sweet it is! But it comes at a price. Battle scars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was watching them while doing my daily chore of dish washing. My hands were washing dishes, but my mind was on the battle raging outside my window. Some of the hummers that finally made it through the gauntlet, (a Clint Eastwood movie, I believe) found rest and a drink on the little perch attached to the feeder. They looked awful! Feathers ruffled - some looked as if they were missing. They seemed weak from the hours of fighting which made them look malnourished. They looked like poor, pitiful creatures not like the beautiful, sleek ones that first appeared earlier in the year. Many days of battle have taken its toll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the same, spiritually speaking. We are in a fight every day with an enemy that SEEMS as attractive as the beautiful sleek hummers that appear in the spring. Only through the constant battles do we finally recognize that our adversary is ugly and will do whatever it takes to keep us from the "sweet nectar" that is the Lord! With persistence, we will triumph victoriously! But not without the scars. The scars are there, I think, to remind us of the "ugliness" that is the enemy and the "beauty" that is the victory won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you see those marvelous creatures - the hummers, darting to and fro, be reminded of the ugliness, but more importantly, the "beauty" of Victory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3896116969538725855?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3896116969538725855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3896116969538725855' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3896116969538725855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3896116969538725855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/view-from-my-kitchen-window-pt-4.html' title='The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 4'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SIppOU1E0KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WXAzXIyg4i8/s72-c/hummingbird.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5288353673118227165</id><published>2008-07-25T14:12:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:49:57.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It - Six Random Things About Myself</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been tagged! &lt;a href="http://fromtheheartae.blogspot.com/"&gt;AliceE&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for a new game going on out here in "Bloggy Land." I get to reveal 6 random things about myself! I guess you can't wait to find out more about the "illusive" Plant Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the tag rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Random Things About Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I took piano lessons for three years as a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I like earthtone colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I love to listen to old hymns - my favorite is "Be Thou My Vision."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I enjoy the outdoors, especially in the crisp, cool days of Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. My worship-style is "Quiet Reverence"- always evident by tears of Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I have a soft spot for the elderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Six Tag-ees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://cheerfulinsecurity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dorothy Bowen Klass&lt;/a&gt; - a wonderful friend and fabulous singer who's voice is beautiful. She sang "All I Ask of You," from Phantom at our wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://ljgolf823.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lynn&lt;/a&gt; - a wonderful friend who seems to be "just like me." Scary thought, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even share a "real" name. My middle name is Lynn! Now, that's scary! Ha! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://katscove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; - a great lady with an adventurer's spirit and love for the outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://communityprayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debrah &lt;/a&gt;- a new friend who has a passion for missions and her Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://keepthelightshining.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; - a wonderful lady (Shirley) who has chosen to honor her grandmother by using her name, (Mary) as her blogger name. She is a great encourager!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://gallaghergang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi &lt;/a&gt;- a great friend who has two wonderful children and a cat named Chester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has been so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5288353673118227165?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5288353673118227165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5288353673118227165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5288353673118227165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5288353673118227165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-im-it-six-random-things-about.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It - Six Random Things About Myself'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3857027422176952001</id><published>2008-07-24T15:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:24:19.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Through the Desert</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here at the computer, I am unsure as to what road to go down in this post. My thoughts lately, have been scattered and it is hard for me to FOCUS. I don't know if it is all the hot, humid weather that we've been having or what. I have been going through a "desert." Nothing desperate, but a desert nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am "thirsty" for some spiritual refreshment - maybe a ladies conference or weekend away to get some "living water" for my soul! I really miss not having attended a conference that I usually do in the spring. It is only a two-day conference, but several workshops and classes are packed into these two days. I gain so much insight and knowledge from attending and it is wonderful to fellowship with other ladies who, no doubt, are having the same trouble as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ladies at church are meeting once a month for a time of fellowship which is nice, but I feel I need some depth - if you know what I mean. I don't want it to be just a time of socializing, which most people will flock to. The in-depth studies and fellowship usually attracts fewer participants, but the rewards are much greater. Doesn't everyone need a time of refreshment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you must be hearing my "Woe is me" plea and I really don't want to sound like I am having a "pity party." I have tried to lift my spirits by listening to some great music, some wonderful radio programs, and just by picking up the dozens of books on the bookshelf. I can't seem to find a place to start. I haven't been able to "get into" the Mary and Martha study on Rachel's blog even though I read the book, "Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World" - a great book that I loved and found very beneficial. I'm sure I would have something to contribute to the discussion if I had been able to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you ever find yourself having these feelings? I know God is right here beside me, but I can't seem to feel Him right now. Faith, I guess is better than feeling. I KNOW He will never leave nor forsake me. I long for the time when I can "feel" Him again! Tears are coming now, they have been absent for a while. Hopefully, this is the beginning of my journey out of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember me in your prayers and stop by occasionally to say Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged! (I am taking my own advice)&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3857027422176952001?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3857027422176952001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3857027422176952001' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3857027422176952001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3857027422176952001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-through-desert.html' title='A Journey Through the Desert'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2015231227926252520</id><published>2008-07-20T07:17:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:54:00.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today brings another "View From My Kitchen Window." This past Friday, I had the opportunity to visit a neighboring county and spend some time with a group of ladies with similar interests at a craft show fundraiser to benefit worthwhile programs within their county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived they had some booths set up outside and had various kinds of plants for sale. Angel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trumpets&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crima&lt;/span&gt; lilies, all sorts of shrubs and other interesting things. I finally decided on a Walking Iris! I had seen them before, and had always admired them. The lady had a large, well established pot and the price was right, only $1.00!!!! She was overstocked and letting them go CHEAP. I could have left right then and felt the forty minute trip was worthwhile, but I continued inside through a hallway lined with booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon a table with two little girls selling jams and jellies. They were doing a brisk business! Children are the greatest salesmen! You just can't say no! The next table was a lady with a stack of tickets for the lunch being served that day. A salad lunch! Not many calories! I bought a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way through the well-displayed crafts and lively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;. I came upon a lady that made beautiful jewelry. She had different types of stones, wooden beads, silver beads and other items that she crafts into wonderful bracelets, necklaces and earrings. I could not resist a unique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necklace&lt;/span&gt; made from turquoise and silver beads all laced through a black leather cord. Beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperweights were the next item that caught my attention! Rocks and smooth stones were "wet felted" - covered with different colors of felt and placed in a wooden bowl. They made a very attractive arrangement, so I decided to get some to put in my "birthday" bowls on my coffee table. I told the lady that I would have a difficult time explaining to Mr. Plant Lady the need for buying "rocks!" We all laughed and she said that she felt sure I could come up with a good explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next table was one I skipped over. I had to - it was homemade, hand dipped chocolate candies of all sorts. Chocolate covered strawberries were the hardest to resist! Next came a table full of handmade purses. Then I saw the gourds!!! A lady with a table full of painted bowls, birdhouses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; ornaments, etc. - all made from gourds! I took a birdhouse and a bowl home with me! I like to "study" different crafting techniques and I will incorporate some of them when I craft with gourds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the "View." Lunch was being served, so I pulled out my ticket and waited in the short line. The ladies behind the counter were serving the plates. I recognized two of them from the craft show that we had held in our county last November. One of them, I was told, was sister to one of the ladies I knew from my county. As I approached the window, I said "hello" and mentioned that I knew her sister. I was greeted by a "cold icy stare" and silence! When she finally did speak, after what seemed like an eternity, she said, "Who are YOU?" I immediately recognized that I probably should have kept my mouth shut! I did manage to blurt out my name and the other lady I recognized interceded for me. She said she recognized me as the gourd lady from the craft show last November. Just as soon as I got my plate, I retreated to a table. The other lady came around taking photos of the booths and I motioned for her to come over to the table. I told her that I felt I had said something wrong, then she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady and her sister have a feud going that has continued for many years. They both, it seems, are willing participants in the feud. All that know them, (I don't very well) know of it and know to stand clear or be "caught up" in it. I guess I placed myself unknowingly, in the middle! I told the lady that I meant no harm and did not know of this "feud" but whatever the cause, it was not worth years of animosity toward each other and others that just happen to mention the other's name. Both of these ladies are harboring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt; in their hearts and it has grown to the point that it manifests itself in their behavior toward others! I think at least one of them would claim to be a Christian, (the one I know) yet this is an area that seems to be "uncovered" by the Blood, if you understand what I am trying to say! That is the "View From My Kitchen Window" and sometimes the view can be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me pray for these ladies and that the separation between them that Satan has "nourished" be broken by the power of Love and Forgiveness! The Word tells us that we must forgive others if we are to be forgiven! A scary thought if these ladies don't forgive one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2015231227926252520?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2015231227926252520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2015231227926252520' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2015231227926252520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2015231227926252520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/view-from-my-kitchen-window-pt-3.html' title='The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 3'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4361580442698813490</id><published>2008-07-16T16:26:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:27.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Trip</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back!!! Back from a wonderful weekend trip to the mountains of North Carolina. We set out for the mountains early Friday morning. Our plans were to leave about 6:30 a.m., but Mr. Plant Lady does not do well with "early mornings." With a lot of "prodding and poking," he finally got up and loaded my suitcase in the car. He always procrastinates with his packing until the "day of."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally were able to get underway around 7:30 a.m. That would give us plenty of time for our first stop in Charlotte at the Billy Graham Library. The library was wonderful! It took you on a journey from his childhood on his family's dairy farm to his first sermon and on through his career in spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It was very touching to see just how God uses an obedient heart and surrendered life to accomplish His will. They have a "cute" thing for kids. A "mechanical" cow named Bessie that talks to the children, explaining how God used Billy Graham and how He can use them! It is great! I enjoyed it as much as the kids there! If you ever get a chance to go there, please do so. You will be glad you did! We visited the grave of Ruth Bell Graham that is there on the property, but we did not have time to visit Billy Graham's childhood home that has been moved to the property. Well, we'll catch that next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the Billy Graham Library a little later than we had anticipated. We had reservations for dinner in Cherokee at 5:00 p.m. and the tickets for the outdoor drama, "Unto These Hills," the story of the Cherokee's "Trail of Tears." We were afraid that we would not make the reservations, but we did - with about 10 minutes to spare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful dinner. I ordered a steak, baked potato, and grilled asparagus. It was wonderful! Mr. Plant Lady had the prime rib, baked potato and a salad. After dinner, we had some time before the performance, so we decided to check in at our hotel. We took up our luggage and freshened up some. We drove over to the amphitheatre which was nearby. We collected our tickets that were reserved with no trouble. (We were there once before, for another performance and had some problem with the reservation that was eventually straightened out.) The performance was wonderful! We have attended several of the outdoor dramas here in North Carolina. Some of our favorites are "The Lost Colony" in Manteo, that tells of the first settlers on the Outer Banks, (Andy Griffith started his acting career in this drama) and "The Liberty Cart." I am hoping to see "The Horn in the West," in Boone sometime soon. They are great "educational" entertainment for youngsters as well as adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we drove to Bryson City, a neighboring town. We visited a "tailgate" market where we met some wonderful people that had some great veggies and fruits and also some handcrafted items. One of these people had fresh cherries that were so beautiful and some handcrafted wooden items. He was an electrician by trade, but he said woodworking was his passion. He made turned bowls from different kinds of wood - apple, birch, maple, cherry, etc. The grains in the wood were so beautiful that I just had to have one of each of them as my "birthday" money from my dad allowed. I purchased three, one each made from birch, apple, and maple. He had others I would have liked to have, but I have to wait until I "save up" for the next trip. We talked to him quite a while and became fast friends. We inquired about cabin rentals in the area for our next trip - in the fall for the foliage colors. He said he couldn't think of anyone, but he asked the man in the next space and he suggested a place nearby. He then directed us to a his new business - a shop just around the corner. His wife was at the store - can you believe it, she was a fellow "gourd crafter." She had a little gourd museum located in her store that was purchased from a lady who was 91 years old! As we were talking to her, she inquired as to where we were from. It turns out, they had just recently moved to Bryson City from a small area about 15 minutes from where we live!!! It's such a small world!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the realtor to check on the cabin rental for the fall. We talked with a nice lady and she showed us our options on the website. They have some new cabin rentals and they seem to be just what we were looking for. When we go in the fall, we plan to take Mr. Plant Lady's mom, brother and sister-in-law and their son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing the realtor, we drove over to Maggie Valley to a Handcrafted Arts &amp;amp; Crafts Festival that was going on. There were about 40 or so tents set up with all different types of locally produced handcrafts - pottery, woodworkers, a person who micropropagates Venus Flytraps, pitcher plants, and other woodland plants, quilters, etc. I found a small platter from a local potter that I could not do without!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Festival, we went back to the hotel to rest before our drive over to Asheville for dinner at the Horizon's Restaurant at the Grove Park Inn. We've stayed at the Grove Park twice before when Mr. Plant Lady had attended conferences there, but were never able to afford eating at Horizon's (super expensive!!) Through a promotion that a magazine in the area was doing, I registered both myself and Mr. Plant Lady in the drawing for a "Dinner for Two" at the Horizon's Restaurant. To my amazement and wild surprise, Mr. Plant Lady won!!!! We have been saving the certificate for a special day - my BIRTHDAY!!!! It was a four course meal and was ultra fancy and very delicious. I felt like "queen" for a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many new things that I have never had before, including a little piece of tuna with seaweed salad and ginger paste!!!! (Some things I don't care to have again! Ha! Ha!) The list is to long for this post, but I will tell you about it later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the trip. They include the wood-turned bowls, the platter and also pictures of flowers and a waterfall that we saw. By the way, Mr. Plant Lady came through with the digital camera! Isn't he great?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6uFUP0aFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cHJ0phw86KY/s1600-h/brown+eyed+susies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804024153991250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6uFUP0aFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cHJ0phw86KY/s200/brown+eyed+susies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6uy9Kx98I/AAAAAAAAAXc/3pMhJ6kZLkA/s1600-h/crocosmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804808232826818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6uy9Kx98I/AAAAAAAAAXc/3pMhJ6kZLkA/s200/crocosmia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804454320586786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6vetHI56I/AAAAAAAAAXs/oUo4oryz-uE/s200/looking+glass+falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4361580442698813490?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4361580442698813490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4361580442698813490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4361580442698813490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4361580442698813490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-trip.html' title='My Birthday Trip'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SH6uFUP0aFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cHJ0phw86KY/s72-c/brown+eyed+susies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3076258890413906071</id><published>2008-07-15T09:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:31:34.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just visiting "The Gallagher Gang" blog, I decided to play along with a game that Christi is doing called "A Little About Me." If you want to join in, the more the merrier, I say! So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Little About Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.What is in the back of your car? Several boxes of gourd birdhouses for the Farmer's Market&lt;br /&gt;2.What color is your toothbrush? Lime Green&lt;br /&gt;3.Name one person who made you smile today. Mr. Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;4.What were you doing at 8:00 AM? Sleeping (and possibly snoring!)&lt;br /&gt;5.What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Cleaning out the medicine drawer&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite candy? Snickers and Almond Joy (I can't decide!)&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing your said aloud? Bye (as Mr. Plant Lady walked out the door)&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the best ice cream flavor? Peach, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. What is the last thing you had to drink? Sweet Tea (is there any other kind?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. What are you wearing right now? An old, paint-stained t-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the last thing you ate? Boiled Shrimp, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt; slaw, french fries and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hushpuppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothes this week? No&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you ran? I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last sporting event you watched? I'm not exactly sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Ever go camping? No, but I'd love to!&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a tan? Yes, a farmer's tan that I'm working on to even up!&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you take vitamins daily? No, but I need to&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you go to church? Yes – a Wesleyan Church in the East District of NC&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like Chinese food more than pizza? Yes, and also Mexican!&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you drink your soda with a straw? Only at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you someones best friend? Yes, Mr. Plant Lady's!&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you doing tomorrow? Catching up on some painted birdhouse orders&lt;br /&gt;23. Where is your dad? Down on the farm, working&lt;br /&gt;24. Can you say the alphabet backwards? With a little thought!&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have a maid service clean your home? I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; the maid!&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have a favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? Flip-flops of any color&lt;br /&gt;27. What color is your car? Light Blue&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you like your popcorn? Butter and salt and occasionally cinnamon sugar!&lt;br /&gt;29. How did you get your worst scar? A fall on the steps as a child (4 stitches on my forehead! )&lt;br /&gt;30. Look to your left. What do you see? The living room&lt;br /&gt;31. What color is your watch? Silver&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you think of when you think of Australia? Koala bears and kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you use chap stick? Yes&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have a dog? I have "shared custody" of my daddy's dog, Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;35. Last person you talked to on the phone? Daddy&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you met anyone famous? Yes, Senator John McCain, Senator Elizabeth Dole, President Bill Clinton, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Erskin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, former Clinton Administration Chief of Staff, now President of the University of North Carolina System, former Senator and Presidential candidate from NC John Edwards (mostly political figures-Mr.Plant Lady's interest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;37. Any plans today? Paint some more birdhouses in preparation for a "Christmas In August" show&lt;br /&gt;38. How many states have you lived in? One, North Carolina!&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you dye your hair? Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;! I'd be gray without it!&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like cats? Yes, as a child I had several - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chatta&lt;/span&gt;, Garden Pea, Crouton, Johnson, and the favorite calico named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Evinrude&lt;/span&gt; (named after the "purring" of an outboard motor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plant Lady &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3076258890413906071?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3076258890413906071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3076258890413906071' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3076258890413906071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3076258890413906071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-about-me.html' title='A Little About Me'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3623214263138252948</id><published>2008-07-10T20:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:27.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From My Kitchen Window Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHbFIv6D2iI/AAAAAAAAAXE/b_QYaVuaD20/s1600-h/Pacific+Garden+Mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221577572072282658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHbFIv6D2iI/AAAAAAAAAXE/b_QYaVuaD20/s200/Pacific+Garden+Mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago! Today's view from my kitchen window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having traveled there once, I was amazed at how small it seemed. Small? Chicago - one of the largest cities in the Midwest! Yes, too me it seemed small compared to my expectations. I was even disappointed a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging along with Mr. Plant Lady, who was attending a conference, I had nothing but shopping, sightseeing, and dining on my schedule. Two other ladies who were tagging along with their husbands, had the same schedule as mine. We did some shopping along the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Magnificent&lt;/span&gt; Mile" - well, mainly window shopping - as my budget allowed. I went on a tour bus with a group of strangers to the Chicago Botanic Garden that included a nice boxed lunch in the garden. It was wonderful! A totally unexpected surprise in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suburbs&lt;/span&gt; of Chicago! A complete "prairie" all within the confines of the Botanic Garden. I had not even considered there would be "rural" areas anywhere near the great metropolis. I felt right at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at the Chicago Hilton, we were right across from Grant Park. The week that we were there, they had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lollapalooza&lt;/span&gt; (I guess I spelled it right). I am not very familiar with it, but I have heard about it. I think it is some kind of concert. If anyone knows exactly what it is please let me know! (I don't get out much!) I do know that the masses of people that I expected to be in Chicago showed up there! We heard music all hours of the night! Not at all like the restful nights in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two other ladies wanted me to go with them on a tour of great architectural sites around the city. I like architectural design, but this did not appeal to me. I thought about going to the Egyptian exhibit that was at the Field Museum. (I like anything historical!) Tickets were sold out for all the times I had free. How could I occupy myself? I can't believe I ventured out by myself in a big city (it was becoming much larger) with only a cell phone for protection! I made it back to the hotel without any trouble. (I wouldn't try it at night) Again, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lollapalooza&lt;/span&gt; - how long does this go on? Tomorrow was Sunday. My one request was that we attend service at the historic Moody Church. I listen to the Moody broadcasts on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady and I got dressed and caught a taxi. "Moody Church." The taxi driver took off! Literally. I do believe we went airborne! Those taxi cab rides you see in the movies are accurately depicted! There was a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prayin&lt;/span&gt;' going on, let me tell you! Finally our destination- all in one piece! Before us stood a very simple church, not the elaborate "cathedral-type" church I had expected. We went in to the reception desk. A nice lady welcomed us and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;directed&lt;/span&gt; us to the available Sunday School classes we might attend. We decided on one and were directed to a small room that was undergoing construction. We were greeted and offered donuts and juice or coffee. The lesson was very thought provoking and we felt the Love of God in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the small room for the sanctuary. The service included some wonderful singing and a focus that day on Missions. A group of three couples stood before the congregation receiving their "commission" - to "go into all the world." If I remember correctly, two of the people were young doctors who felt the "call" to the mission field. It was a wonderful service and we were uplifted and encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, short tours and a little history of the Moody Church was given. It was very informative and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returning to that hotel after the service, we passed it! The place I have wanted to visit. One of the reasons for coming to Chicago, hoping that I would be able to visit! The Pacific Garden Mission! The place where the broadcast of the radio program, "Unshackled" is taped.&lt;br /&gt;If you have never heard the real-life stories of those whose lives were broken and torn who come to know Jesus as their Saviour, you are missing out on a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific Garden Mission was only about two blocks from the hotel, but a world apart!&lt;br /&gt;The "rough side" of Chicago was only two blocks away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Magnificent&lt;/span&gt; Mile, a upper-income area comprised of exclusive shops and boutiques including Tiffany's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nieman&lt;/span&gt;-Marcus. Just a few blocks was the stomping ground of the likes of Alphonse "Al" Capone and his gangster buddies. Two different worlds within a few blocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go there! We called and asked if we could stop by. We were greeted by a man, kind of scruffy-looking, but very clean, dressed in a shirt and tie. He said he would give us a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tour of&lt;/span&gt; the facility. It was a small building, with a few desks and tables, a computer and some photos of the facility. We were led back to another small room with lines of chairs set up as a worship area. There was a podium and if I remember correctly, a piano. Along the walls were pictures of those who founded the mission and their successors. A lady's photo was prominently displayed and I asked about her. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the call to leave the "East" and come to the Midwest to start a mission. There is much more of the history of the Mission I would love to tell you, but my post is becoming too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the Sears Tower, the Chicago Botanic Garden, shopped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Magnificent&lt;/span&gt; Mile, visited the Navy Pier and saw the very best Chicago had to offer. No, not these I just mentioned!&lt;br /&gt;The very best Chicago has to offer in my "view from my kitchen window" is the Moody Church and its focus on our Saviour the Lord Jesus Christ, sending out missionaries to the "ends of the earth" and the Pacific Garden Mission - providing, food, shelter, medical attention and compassion to those who are the "least of these!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the view from my kitchen window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3623214263138252948?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3623214263138252948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3623214263138252948' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3623214263138252948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3623214263138252948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-everyone-chicago-todays-view-from.html' title='The View From My Kitchen Window Pt. 2'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHbFIv6D2iI/AAAAAAAAAXE/b_QYaVuaD20/s72-c/Pacific+Garden+Mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1691110826196393829</id><published>2008-07-09T07:35:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:28.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHSzcPDLxCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WOEsLNorO-A/s1600-h/The+View+from+my+Kithen+Window+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220995165686842402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHSzcPDLxCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WOEsLNorO-A/s200/The+View+from+my+Kithen+Window+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will begin a short series of posts that I'm going to call, "The View From My Kitchen Window." Not all of the photos and stories came "from the view through my kitchen window," but I am using that term to describe the "world" around me, as seen through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, I have been thinking about this series of posts, but was unsure as to whether or not I should do them. Each time I thought of another type of post, I kept coming back to this. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around me is so great and vast! There are sights and sounds that make me dizzy. So much clamoring for attention - always somewhere to go, some chore to do, bills to pay, "needy people" who really aren't needy at all, etc. How can anyone be expected to accomplish all that is demanded? By now, I guess you think I am talking about myself! Yes, myself and millions of other people as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, if put under a microscope, has no problems at all! I am healthy, many are not. I have a roof over my head, many do not. I am able to walk around, many have no legs or are confined to a wheelchair or bed. I have a loving husband, many are abused by the person who vowed to "love and cherish." I have a little savings, many do not have two coins to rub together. I complain about being a little "chubby," while many are starving. I wonder what outfit in my closet best fits my mood today, many have only those on their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sights around me abound - crime, hatred, perversion, evil of all sorts! All clamoring for my attention. . . . . . .&lt;strong&gt;YET.&lt;/strong&gt; . . . . . other sights also abound - compassion, love, morality, good of all sorts! There is a &lt;strong&gt;choice!&lt;/strong&gt; It is all in your perspective! You can &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to focus on&lt;strong&gt; "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Philippians 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has placed delightful sights and sounds around us if we can get our minds focused on them! Look out your kitchen window while you are doing the never-ending chore of dish washing. Ask God to help you focus on the delights of His creation, right outside your window. He will reveal His world! A world that the enemy does not want you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world that He reveals to me when I&lt;strong&gt; FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt; on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS0QsKLQzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fIJvjzMLYd0/s1600-h/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220996066853995314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS0QsKLQzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fIJvjzMLYd0/s200/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS0oif0BgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m9Ze8cX_Ank/s1600-h/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220996476577252866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS0oif0BgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m9Ze8cX_Ank/s200/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS1HuPxdkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/r8Y1e9iBhtQ/s1600-h/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997012307146306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHS1HuPxdkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/r8Y1e9iBhtQ/s200/The+View+from+my+Kitchen+Window+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1691110826196393829?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1691110826196393829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1691110826196393829' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1691110826196393829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1691110826196393829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/view-from-my-kitchen-window-pt-1.html' title='The View From My Kitchen Window - Pt. 1'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SHSzcPDLxCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WOEsLNorO-A/s72-c/The+View+from+my+Kithen+Window+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8394498637350400664</id><published>2008-07-07T16:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:35:30.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Event-filled Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today's post finds everyone relaxed and rested from a busy 4th of July weekend! If your weekend was like mine, it was full of exciting events and special times with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Who did not eat hot dogs or hamburgers at least one meal this weekend? I had plenty of those!&lt;br /&gt;I also had a nice seafood dinner-shrimp, flounder, and oysters on Friday night before we went to the fireworks at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks at the beach were great this year! Mr. Plant Lady and I did not get to take our walk on the strand- it was high tide and there were so many people crammed into the space that was accessible. We eventually found a spot for our chairs in the sea grass on the dunes. I picked the highest spot possible so we could get a clear view. My choice of spots worked out well-an unobstructed view of the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady mentioned something about walking over "coral snakes," which are not this far north, I'm told! This comment was overheard by a lady who stopped dead in her tracks! I had to convince her that he was just joking, but she must not have believed me because she did not continue on the trek through the sea grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks began and were enjoyed by the whole crowd packed on the strand and in the sea grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday brought another celebration of our church's Centennial Anniversary. The choir did a spectacular performance of a patriotic musical and in the finale, a giant American flag magically unfurled down from the choir loft. After the musical the pastor said a few words concerning "True Freedom", that which Christ gives. Our State Representative came and presented our church with a "Certificate of Recognition" for our Centennial Anniversary that was signed by the Speaker of the North Carolina House of Representatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday evening service was a time of fellowship with our church family and our annual Fourth of July Ice Cream Social. I made a churn of blueberry ice cream. Others made churns of peach, pineapple, vanilla, and strawberry along with assorted cakes, cookies, chips, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Not being a craver of sweets, I munched on the pimento cheese and crackers, and I did eat some of the homemade peach ice cream, my favorite. I know you would have liked to share in the "goodies" we had, so I have included the recipe for the blueberry ice cream. It is very easy to make. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summertime Peach Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Southern Living Magazine (July 2002)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 c. peeled, diced fresh peaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 (12 oz.) can evaporated milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 small pkg. vanilla instant pudding mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 cups half-and-half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Combine peaches and sugar, let stand 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Process peach mixture in a food processor or blender until smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stir together evaporated milk and pudding mix in a large bowl, stir in peach puree, condensed milk, and half-and-half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour mixture into freezer container of a 4-qt freezer; freeze according to instructions. Spoon into an airtight container and freeze until firmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Other fruits such as blueberries, strawberries, pineapple, etc. can be substituted for peaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8394498637350400664?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8394498637350400664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8394498637350400664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8394498637350400664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8394498637350400664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-everyone-i-hope-todays-post-finds.html' title='Event-filled Weekend'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8386551448374781427</id><published>2008-07-04T11:17:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:28.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SG5MUR5kj9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tGTbZxZyqTk/s1600-h/Jesse+Helms+Center+Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192929454952402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SG5MUR5kj9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tGTbZxZyqTk/s200/Jesse+Helms+Center+Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Independence Day! We thought we would celebrate the day by going down to the beach to take in a little shopping, dinner and then a moonlight walk on the strand. Nothing fancy, just relaxing. Last year we went out for dinner, played putt-putt and then went down to the strand for our moonlight walk. To our surprise, they had a fireworks show and we sat on the strand and watched. It was fantastic! I'm hoping they will have the fireworks again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we have been invited over for a cook-out and swimming in a friend's pool. It has been quite a while since I had on my swimsuit. When I tried it on - you guessed it - it would not fit! Today while we are at the beach, I have to try to find a new swimsuit. I assure you all that it will not be one with a "coconut bra"! Ha ! Ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is going to be an extra special day at church. I don't remember whether or not I have told you, but we are celebrating our church's 100th Anniversary. We will have a patriotic cantata as well as a presentation in which the church will receive special recognition from our state legislature. It is all so exciting! Afterwards, in the evening service, we will have have our annual 4th of July Ice Cream Social! Everyone brings some type of item for making sundaes, or a churn of homemade ice cream. I always take a churn of blueberry ice cream. It seems to be a favorite! I like the peach, strawberry, and pineapple. We usually have a churn of each, along with the vanilla. Hopefully, someone will bring bananas for banana splits! Lynn, I'm sorry, but I can't resist! I'll diet another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night our hometown had the annual fireworks display. They were great! We meet at a local high school football field where the town sponsors a "pre-fireworks" show - the usual salute to veterans, beauty queens singing, dancing and cheering , etc. Around 9:30 p.m. the FIREWORKS started! Mr. Plant Lady and I watched from the bleachers while recordings of Toby Keith and others' songs were played. We can't forget Lee Greenwood's "I'm Proud to be an American," which is a favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to live in a country where we have the freedoms that we do. Freedom to assemble ourselves together, freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedoms that we often take for granted. This 4th of July, let's remember the sacrifice of those who fought and died for our freedom. Let's remember the sacrifice that our Saviour made for our greatest freedom - the ULTIMATE FREEDOM! Freedom from the consequences of sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and Happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8386551448374781427?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8386551448374781427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8386551448374781427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8386551448374781427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8386551448374781427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SG5MUR5kj9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tGTbZxZyqTk/s72-c/Jesse+Helms+Center+Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7865463710535214411</id><published>2008-07-02T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:10:30.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hour of Bliss</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I splurged!  I made an appointment for a little pampering in the form of a pedicure.  Gardening can wreak havoc on your tootsies, especially when you wear flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last "professional" pedicure was just before Christmas -  a gift from my hubby.  He surprised me with an appointment at the Spa in Pinehurst.  He was attending a conference in Pinehurst, NC, and I went along.  In his packet, they included a brochure that extended a discount for spa services and he told me that was part of my Christmas present.  Wow! Was I surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pedicure was less than half the price of one in Pinehurst,- (they go all out for you!) but it was very nice just the same.   It lasted one hour - one hour of bliss!  Warm water foot bath, foot exfoliation, massage, nail treatments, polish-the works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I could get use to it!  But alas, I have to return to earth.  I'll have to save up my spare change for the next one -probably at Christmas!  I know what's on the top of my Christmas Wish List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to pamper yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7865463710535214411?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7865463710535214411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7865463710535214411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7865463710535214411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7865463710535214411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hour-of-bliss.html' title='One Hour of Bliss'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2481571041043498614</id><published>2008-06-30T16:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:29.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SGlUmCJz0uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/E7NZTvm8vQk/s1600-h/704329-R1-10-16_011_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217794655675208418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SGlUmCJz0uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/E7NZTvm8vQk/s200/704329-R1-10-16_011_edited.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNFLOWERS! I have finally been able to grow them in my garden. I planted five packs this time, hoping and believing some would come up and grow. Not just come up, wilt, and then die - my usual results. Even with the extremely dry weather, they came up and GREW! I am so excited! (see photo above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, I mentioned that I adore sunflowers. They are so cheery and bright! I likened the way they turned their "faces" to the sun, to the way we should turn our faces toward the "Son" - Jesus Christ. He has rewarded my efforts of hoping and believing that I would triumph in my attempt to plant them once again! I have a row of bright, cheery "faces" in my garden to remind me of His love and faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you triumphed over a seemingly impossible task? How has He rewarded you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little" things, such as sunflowers, are all around you! Take a break today and see what rewards the "Son" has given you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2481571041043498614?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2481571041043498614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2481571041043498614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2481571041043498614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2481571041043498614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunflower-rewards.html' title='Sunflower Rewards'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SGlUmCJz0uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/E7NZTvm8vQk/s72-c/704329-R1-10-16_011_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-573208747986979648</id><published>2008-06-25T12:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:29.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SGL1KW6g4rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NkRLDBr4HXU/s1600-h/tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked the first tomatoes of the season from the garden! I'm so excited because I usually don't have good luck with them because of all the heat and humidity and the diseases that affect them. This year is really no better than last, but I have recently started planting the "heirloom" varieties and I believe they are more suitable to the growing conditions in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I planted three heirloom varieties, "Cherokee Purple," "Brandywine," and "Oxheart." The "Cherokee Purple" was a great success! It has large fruits that were "smoky" in color and made an excellent slicing tomato with a great old-fashioned taste. It made great tomato juice that I "canned" and used throughout the fall and winter in soups! The "Brandywine" is an old Amish variety that has large, somewhat irregular shaped fruit, but its taste makes up for what it lacks in looks. The "Oxheart" is a pink tomato that has low acid content. It is shaped like, you guessed it-the heart of an ox! It was my mama's favorite tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heirlooms are excellent if you are looking for an "old-timey, tomatoey tasting" tomato. They might not be the prettiest, most symmetrical tomato, but they have "character" and do not taste like "cardboard," the predominate taste of grocery store tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heirlooms are flawed in their appearance, just like me! Beauty, after all is only skin deep! It's the content of the wrapper that is the test of a "great" tomato or person. Life's little blemishes and irregularities are what refines us and makes our "taste" sought after. Many can be comforted by the knowledge that "she has been there," or "she has had difficulties of her own." I think that our blemishes and irregularities are the way that God uses us to draw the attentions of those who are hurting and uses our "taste" to minister to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is not the best illustration and you probably think I am a "nut" case, but this came to me today and I am "pondering" it now, as I type. My thoughts are scattered, and my ability to collect them has not been enabled as of yet, so I will continue to ponder and hope that I am able to better convey the message I want to leave with you. I hope I haven't thoroughly confused any of you with this rambling - one more of my blemishes and irregularities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, this year I planted the "German Johnson" variety- my favorite for slicing and making sandwiches. If you ever run into some "heirlooms" - try them! When you taste them, you'll never look for perfectly shaped, "cardboard" tomatoes again! Remember - they have "character," blemishes and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and God bless our blemishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-573208747986979648?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/573208747986979648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=573208747986979648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/573208747986979648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/573208747986979648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomatoes.html' title='Tomatoes!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4728055157397056112</id><published>2008-06-23T12:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:30.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SF_Xh1Y3M9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/az0pIE-MiAc/s1600-h/Wedding+Communion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215123869785338834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SF_Xh1Y3M9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/az0pIE-MiAc/s200/Wedding+Communion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at church, our pastor announced that during the evening service we would be having Communion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, we had Vacation Bible School and 13 children asked Jesus to come into their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor met with each of the children and their parents and 11 of them really seemed to understand just what they were doing by this "profession."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the 11 asked the pastor, after he made the announcement about the Communion, if she could take "The Lord's Supper." Having talked with her, he told her that she could indeed take Communion with the rest of her "Christian Family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night as we started the service, he told everyone this story and that this was to be her "First Communion." As he was talking about her, I noticed the smile - a BIG SMILE - on her precious little face! It was the smile that could only come from knowing that she was a "Child of God," and that she was about to have her "first experience" being a part of the "Bride of Christ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminded me of the first Communion that Mr. Plant Lady and I took together at our wedding. Most couples go through the ceremony of lighting a unity candle, but we decided we wanted to take Communion together, as man and wife along with our Lord, showing that we would be establishing a "household of faith," with God as the Cornerstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our pastor's wife played and sang the song, "Household of Faith," after we had received Communion. It was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words to this song describe the intentions that we have in our marriage. Intentions to always be a "Household of Faith!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have included some photos from our wedding album showing the Communion Service we had as a part of the wedding ceremony. You'll get a glimpse of Mr. and Mrs. Plant Lady and notice I still remain illusive! For now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for those children that got saved during VBS and especially for the little girl who took her "first" Communion yesterday. May we all show the Love of God on our faces that the little girl does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Household of Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we are at the start committing to each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By His word and from our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will be a family in a house that will be a home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with faith we'll build it strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus: We'll build a household of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That together we can make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the strong winds blow it won't fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As one in Him we'll grow and the whole world will know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are a household of faith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now to be a family we've got to love each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any cost unselfishly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our home must be a place that fully abounds with grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reflection of His face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words and Music by Brent Lamb and John Rososco Copyright 1983 Straightway Music (ASCAP). Admin by Gaither copyright management. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215126886790315922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SF_aRcm5v5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/nU8EdMS4xoo/s200/Wedding+Communion3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215128039341274306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SF_bUiMdtMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xUxLpiPPFBA/s200/Wedding+Communion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4728055157397056112?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4728055157397056112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4728055157397056112' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4728055157397056112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4728055157397056112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/communion_23.html' title='Communion'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SF_Xh1Y3M9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/az0pIE-MiAc/s72-c/Wedding+Communion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3211934099175538528</id><published>2008-06-20T18:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:38:12.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart and the Bandits</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart (the strange bird) has been protective this week.  She had been overly eager to "patrol" Daddy's back yard in the hopes of catching some "trespasser" that has been coming around at night.  Daddy says she sits on the back porch, constantly looking back and forth, scanning for any movement in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times during the night, he will get up and check to see if she is ready to come in.  When he turns the door knob, she takes off like greased lightning, growling all the way.  He has gone out, flashlight in hand, stumbling over tree roots and probably Copperheads, to find what is disturbing her so much, but to no avail.  That is until last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandits!  Masked Bandits!  A whole family of them in the back yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young raccoons lay dead.  She must have caught them in the act of daring to come onto "HER" turf!  Wait!  She is innocent until proven guilty!  But I must admit the "evidence" is stacked against her.  CSI (Crime Scene Investigators) found her DNA in the saliva that was left on the bodies.  Could she have been "framed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know of a good attorney?  She needs one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We had rain today!!!!!!  Yeah!!!!!!!  It has been extremely dry.  We are going to re-plant some of the garden this coming week.  If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3211934099175538528?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3211934099175538528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3211934099175538528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3211934099175538528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3211934099175538528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweetheart-and-bandits.html' title='Sweetheart and the Bandits'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1666390633931272566</id><published>2008-06-18T23:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:30.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coconut Bra - Explained!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a quick post of explanation about "The Tuxedo." Mary asked the question, "What is a coconut bra?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In "The Tuxedo," I was telling of some souvenirs that we brought back from our honeymoon that I used as decorations for the table at a fundraiser for summer youth programs that Mr. Plant Lady and I were asked to help with as "celebrity waiters." I mentioned the coconut bra I had bought and that I "would not mention it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She, in her comments, asked the question, "What is a coconut bra?" I responded to her and then added that I would find a picture from our honeymoon and post it later on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is! No, it is not a picture of me! I wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436554922748178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFnY7Ls06RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ST_bs_9Z3tw/s200/coconut+bra.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1666390633931272566?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1666390633931272566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1666390633931272566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1666390633931272566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1666390633931272566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/coconut-bra-explained.html' title='The Coconut Bra - Explained!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFnY7Ls06RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ST_bs_9Z3tw/s72-c/coconut+bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-943739719348430348</id><published>2008-06-18T06:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:05:04.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tuxedo</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mr. Plant Lady came in from a monthly church board meeting and announced that he has been asked to help with a "Ladies Appreciation" banquet that our ladies missionary group is sponsoring this weekend. He is going to be one of several men who will seat the ladies as they arrive and then be a waiter for the evening. He jokingly asked them if he needed to wear his tuxedo. "You have a tuxedo?," another of the men asked. "Why sure, don't you?," he replied. Another man spoke up, "I have a t-shirt that looks like a tuxedo!" Our pastor said, "I'm going to wear what I have on tonight - shorts and a t-shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the story of how Mr. Plant Lady came to be the proud owner of a tuxedo.  Let me share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, we were asked to host a table as "celebrity waiters" at a fundraiser in our area that would benefit summer children's programs. He agreed that we would and then told me about it. The theme that year was "Tropical Vacations" or something like that.  This happened in the "dead" of winter - February - and it was very difficult to find decorations locally without going to a party shop about 45 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured down to the beach where the shop was located. The "decorations" were so expensive for this cheap-skate Plant Lady that I decided to make my own! I bought a large bundle of raffia and made a table skirt. We stopped by a store that "sells sea shells,"- try saying that five times fast - and picked up a few to add to those I already had. Next on the list was sand - no problem - plenty of that available for free! I thought about the "souvenirs" (I won't mention the coconut bra!) we had brought back from our honeymoon on Maui - another story inspiration for a later post! We had taken a lot of "tropical" photos - double prints, in fact! I could use some of them to decorate our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady wanted to stop by Wal-mart, so I went in and looked around while he went his separate way in the store. When we finally "found each other," he had purchased a white formal wear shirt that included a "black bow tie," all for about $12! Great! But we were supposed to be waiters on a tropical isle, not waiters in a fashionable New York restaurant! We needed shorts, flip-flops and an Hawaiian-print shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had gotten away from us, so that would have to do. We were the only table that night that had a "tropical waitress" in a grass skirt, and a waiter in a white shirt and black tie! Needless to say, since then, I have never again agreed to be a "celebrity" waiter at the annual fundraiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I were out "loafing" one Saturday and decided to peruse thrift stores in the area. After having visited a couple, we went into the Salvation Army Thrift Store. She found several items of interest, but I had not. As I was going through a small box of items &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; leaped out at me! A cummerbund! Just the perfect accessory to add to Mr. Plant Lady's "one-piece-at-a-time" tuxedo. I snapped up the treasure before I had to fight off other bandits and took it to the register! Fifty cents! What a deal for such a find! I couldn't believe my good fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it home and hung it proudly in the closet with his Wal-mart shirt and bow tie! Now, I'm scouring the area for the tuxedo pants and jacket! In the meantime, he just wears his black suit with his "tuxedo accessories" when the invitation says "formal attire!" To quote a line in a movie I once saw, "The difference between a woman and an animal is the ability to accessorize!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessorize away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-943739719348430348?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/943739719348430348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=943739719348430348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/943739719348430348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/943739719348430348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuxedo.html' title='The Tuxedo'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4847837692784913991</id><published>2008-06-13T20:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:31.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Day Salute to Our Dads</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very special day is coming this Sunday - Father's Day. God has blessed both me and my husband with godly dads. Both have set great examples before their children, on the way that God expects a family to function. They both love God, their wife and their children and it was evident in the way in which they interacted with the family. We have such a great debt of gratitude to them for being faithful to the Master's Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mr. Plant Lady and I were married, we were going through some old photographs that each of us had brought into the marriage. As we were looking at the photos, I noticed one of a man standing next to a car with a small child standing on the car. It was a photo of my husband and his dad. Attached to the photo was a photocopy of an old newspaper clipping from the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on June 18, 1990 that was written by nationally syndicated columnist, Cal Thomas, entitled&lt;em&gt; "Returns on father's investment."&lt;/em&gt; I immediately thought of a similar photo and clipping I had in my collection of photos that my husband had never seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After searching through the box of photos, I finally found mine. It was a photo of my daddy sitting next to a sleeping, little Plant Lady. I have always loved this photo of me and Daddy because it reminds me of how loved and safe I felt, sheltered in my daddy's watchful care, not unlike the way I feel under my Heavenly Father's watchful care. I also had saved a newspaper clipping from our local newspaper, but do not remember the date. It is entitled &lt;em&gt;"First Love."&lt;/em&gt; I could not believe that both my husband and I had a "special" picture of our dads and had also attached such clippings with essentially like messages. But then I realized that this was a piece of the puzzle that God had crafted long before we were formed in our mothers' womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have included the photos and the clippings with this post. Mr. Plant Lady's dad has gone on to be with the Lord, and my dad is 82 years old and still doing well. I thank God for allowing him to have his health and get around as well as he does. We both are truly blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are glad our dads "lived" the example of Christ before us and gave us a pattern with which to build our lives as a family. A Godly heritage is one of the most important things that can be passed on from generation to generation. Both Mr. Plant Lady and I hope you have a Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMLtlpWwdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eN3Riihpmd0/s1600-h/Mr.+Plant+Lady+%26+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211522071625384402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMLtlpWwdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eN3Riihpmd0/s200/Mr.+Plant+Lady+%26+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMMqmlKWcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Tg-ZvtA8hP0/s1600-h/Returns+on+father%27s+investment+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211523119848249794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMMqmlKWcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Tg-ZvtA8hP0/s200/Returns+on+father%27s+investment+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click to enlarge the images)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMM1nuFjJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MPKCjeMrfyg/s1600-h/Plant+Lady+%26+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211523309132680338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMM1nuFjJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MPKCjeMrfyg/s200/Plant+Lady+%26+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMNCA-XG9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/wFq1XU8YdVo/s1600-h/First+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211523522070256594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMNCA-XG9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/wFq1XU8YdVo/s200/First+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4847837692784913991?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4847837692784913991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4847837692784913991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4847837692784913991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4847837692784913991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-salute-to-our-dads.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day Salute to Our Dads'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SFMLtlpWwdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eN3Riihpmd0/s72-c/Mr.+Plant+Lady+%26+Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8216926054600993521</id><published>2008-06-10T19:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:31.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Lady - Unmasked!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katrina (SKY4KAT) has received the apple gourd birdhouse (see her blog, &lt;a href="http://katscove.blogspot.com/"&gt;katscove&lt;/a&gt;)! She commented on how "mysterious and illusive" I have been throughout my short blogging career. Little did she know that I have been planning to "unmask" just like the mysterious "bird" in the birdbath. She, unknowingly, has "set the stage" for today's post. Perhaps this was all in God's Master Plan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blueberry season is winding down. The extremely hot, dry weather has taken its toll on our blueberry production this year. In previous posts, I have mentioned the extreme weather conditions we have been facing here in North Carolina - temperatures in excess of 95 degrees F and little rainfall have decreased the size and quality of the blueberries. We have decided to stop harvesting because we are unwilling to sell a product that is not up to standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I should have more time to catch up on my neglected housework as well as to visit my blogger friends more often! I have a pile of clean, unfolded laundry in a chair in my living room. I have been "searching" the pile for about three or four weeks, selecting an outfit each day, consisting of a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which is my usual summer attire! Did I mention the flip-flops, my footwear of choice? I can't imagine going through the summer with any other kind of shoe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SE8dhnZCE1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/7cb2zVEztDQ/s1600-h/Young+Plant+Lady+Pondering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415757237818194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SE8dhnZCE1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/7cb2zVEztDQ/s200/Young+Plant+Lady+Pondering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BIG moment has now arrived! Drum roll, please! The unmasking of Plant Lady . . . a photo of my "early days" of pondering! Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8216926054600993521?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8216926054600993521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8216926054600993521' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8216926054600993521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8216926054600993521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/plant-lady-unmasked.html' title='Plant Lady - Unmasked!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SE8dhnZCE1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/7cb2zVEztDQ/s72-c/Young+Plant+Lady+Pondering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7685403803753698854</id><published>2008-06-07T14:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:31.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Bird - Unmasked!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hot, dry month here in North Carolina. It has been in the upper 90's, and yesterday I noticed the time and temperature sign at our local electric cooperative read 104 degrees F. There have been heat advisories issued during the past week and we have had to limit our workday in the blueberry field to early mornings - 6:00 a.m. until 11:00 a.m., which is safer for the workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packing is done at my dad's pack house (where I work), and I have the benefit of fans. Hooray! It is still very hot and humid, even with fans. The lack of rain has already started to affect the blueberry production - smaller berries, but very sweet. I've always heard that dry seasons produce the most flavorful berries. If this is true, they should be GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are doing well. It seems as though it has been such a long time since I have talked with you. I am still going to the Farmer's Market on Saturdays and having a ball! There was a tremendous crowd there today - I would estimate around 400. Today was Berry Day! We celebrated the strawberry and blueberry with FREE homemade ice cream for everyone! We made five churns and it was enjoyed by all! Some visitors who were passing through from Missouri, were so excited to get some homemade ice cream - fresh strawberry, blueberry and peach! Blueberry still remains the favorite of the patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a new vendor - a local, family-owned nursery that carries tropical Hibiscus as well as hanging baskets and other plants. A returning vendor from last year brought pomegranate plants and they were "POPULAR!" He sold quite a few in just a short time. One of the ladies who joined the market to "share the excess" of her garden, came to tell me she had "SOLD OUT!" She was so excited and I was glad because I had encouraged her to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has arrived! The "bird" is no longer a mystery! It was described in a previous post as being black and white with grayish spots under it's throat and having long legs. It was also described as being able to "masquerade" itself and as having "appeared" from time to time on "Plant Lady's Ponderings." It has shown up in the post, "She is Faithful" and is seen "from time to time" in the pictures on the Garden Photos Slideshow where she is "hiding" in the corn patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SErqY1mSAsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RJ5sB84tEFs/s1600-h/664088-R1-20-5_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209233631432803010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SErqY1mSAsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RJ5sB84tEFs/s200/664088-R1-20-5_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "bird" is Daddy's dog. The day I first noticed her in the birdbath was especially hot. I guess she smelled the water and just decided to masquerade as a bird in hopes that no one would notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so much fun seeing all your comments about this "strange bird." She is REALLY a "bird!" I hope you have enjoyed playing along with my "feeble" attempt at humor. I love each of you and hope I have brought a BIG smile to your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7685403803753698854?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7685403803753698854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7685403803753698854' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7685403803753698854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7685403803753698854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/strange-bird-unmasked.html' title='A Strange Bird - Unmasked!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SErqY1mSAsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RJ5sB84tEFs/s72-c/664088-R1-20-5_021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-32821941311040838</id><published>2008-06-01T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:08:53.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the pictures of that strange bird! I knew if I was persistent, I would eventually be able to capture it on film. I just have to wait to finish up the roll of film before I can post. I have to take about 20 more photos before I can get the film transferred to a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well. I have been a "busy beaver" with all the blueberries and the blessings from the garden. I have been trying to do about four to five gourd bird houses each week to keep up with the demand at the farmer's market. They have been very popular, as have the herb plants. We have three new vendors at the market that has really brought a lot of variety in the items available. One is a lady that has bees and offers fresh honey along with the beeswax and honey natural soaps, lip balm and some other products that she makes from those items on her farm. I've tried the soaps and lip balm and they are great! The soaps are all- natural and can be made from just regular household items you could find at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;They are not as drying to the skin as soaps (detergent based) that you find in the stores. She takes great pride in the fact that they are "all-natural" and produced by "eco-friendly" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady makes and sells jams and jellies as well as bakes the most wonderful breads and sticky buns. She has asked me to supply several flats of blueberries for her jams/jellies as well as for her baking needs. The vendors at the market are eager to support each other by buying "local" from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most unique items that another vendor has is Cypress "knees." Cypress "knees" are the growth on the root of Cypress trees that are found in swamps here in North Carolina and other places. She "harvests" the ones that have died, and then "peels" the outer bark from it and sands and "hand-rubs" it to a very smooth patina. The wood is very beautiful and has the most interesting shapes. She plants shallow-rooted creeping plants in the crevices and they make beautiful additions to "gardens" as sculpture. If I can get a picture if one of them, I will post it so you can see. They are very "unique!" She had quite a brisk business in this unique "sculpture garden art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to get ready for church, so I'd better go now. Have a great day and a great week. I'll try to post in a couple of days to show you the photos of that "strange" bird. Keep checking back to hear more from "Plant Lady's Ponderings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-32821941311040838?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/32821941311040838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=32821941311040838' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/32821941311040838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/32821941311040838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-pictures.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Pictures!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4890839750270389042</id><published>2008-05-25T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:12:29.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Bird</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a new species of&lt;em&gt; bird&lt;/em&gt; in the birdbath located in my aunt's side yard under the big pecan tree! It is  very unusual - black and white with grayish spots under its throat, extending down its breast. It has long legs and was enjoying the nice cool water my cousin had added to the birdbath only an hour before. What a sight to see! I wonder if the Audubon Society would believe me if reported my findings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you recognize this&lt;em&gt; bird&lt;/em&gt;? I tried to capture it on film so I would be believed, but have yet to be successful. I'll keep trying! It was such a delight to see it standing in the birdbath, drinking the fresh, cool water on such a warm day! It reminds me of how God provides that which we need at just the right time. I've been in the garden gathering and just about the time I think I can't do one more thing, a nice cool breeze will come and revitalize me for the rest of my task. Such is the grace of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flows over us like that nice, cool breeze that revitalizes us on a hot day. We are able to handle those unexpected obstacles that pop up in our lives each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the new&lt;em&gt; bird&lt;/em&gt; in the birdbath, we can enjoy the nice refreshment of the Living Water and the cool breeze of the Grace of God as we face each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if anyone recognizes this "&lt;em&gt;bird&lt;/em&gt;," post and identify it. Here's a clue, it may be able to masquerade itself! It appears from time to time on "Plant Lady's Ponderings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4890839750270389042?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4890839750270389042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4890839750270389042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4890839750270389042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4890839750270389042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-bird.html' title='A Strange Bird'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-840571958094117540</id><published>2008-05-18T05:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:31.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SDAK_y35iJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EqpxGSSCTbE/s1600-h/Apple+Gourd+Birdhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201669660717189266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SDAK_y35iJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EqpxGSSCTbE/s200/Apple+Gourd+Birdhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;. . . SKY4KAT (Katrina)!&lt;/strong&gt; Congratulations to Katrina from Colorado for being the winner of the apple gourd birdhouse drawing. There were a total of sixteen entries. Everyone's name was placed in a gourd and Mr. Plant Lady did the honor of randomly drawing the winner's name. Thank you all for entering - this was so much fun! Would you be interested in a drawing like this again later this year? If so, please post and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple gourd birdhouses are becoming my most popular item at the Farmer's Market! Yesterday, I sold five after having spent most of Friday night putting on the "finishing touches." Plenty of herb plants were available too - another popular thing yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I made a gourd bird feeder. The vendor in the space next to mine suggested I put some herb plants in it for a display. She thought it would make a great "hanging herb garden." It did! Within 20 minutes, it was SOLD! I guess I'll have to make more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the Market since its opening on Mother's Day weekend! It gives me a chance to renew old acquaintances and make some new ones! A customer from last season came by to tell me that her sister had passed away. She purchased an apple gourd around Christmas as a gift for someone else, but had given it to her sister instead, to brighten her day. She said that the gourd was her sister's "prized posession!" It had given her many "bright, cheery hours" there within the confines of the nursing home. I am glad God uses me and the talents He has given me to brighten someone's day and bring encouragement their way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina (SKY4KAT), please e-mail me with your name and physical address so I can send your birdhouse via UPS. My e-mail address is &lt;a href="mailto:carolinadesigns@embarqmail.com"&gt;carolinadesigns@embarqmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, CONGRATULATIONS! I hope you will enjoy the birdhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-840571958094117540?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/840571958094117540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=840571958094117540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/840571958094117540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/840571958094117540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is . . .'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SDAK_y35iJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EqpxGSSCTbE/s72-c/Apple+Gourd+Birdhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-35217336615312778</id><published>2008-05-14T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:07:47.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's Market News and Reminder</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is drawing near for the gourd birdhouse giveaway on "Plant Lady's Ponderings." It will be held on Saturday, May 17 and the winner will be announced here on Sunday, May 18, 2008. Be sure to stop by to see if you're the WINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, there are fourteen entries and I hope to get a few more. If you have not entered, just post your name and say "Enter me" and that all there is to it! I'm looking forward to hearing from all of you and if you know of someone who hasn't signed up, please let them know to stop by and enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy painting birdhouses for our local Farmer's Market. Last Saturday was our opening for the season and we had a great crowd! We estimated about 400 patrons and had lots of offerings- vegetables, herb plants, hanging baskets made from recycled materials, jam/jellies, baked goods, and one lady who makes homemade soaps using beeswax and honey from her bees. We had a great time of fellowship as we renewed friendships from seasons past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed the free homemade ice cream that was churned right there at the Market using our fresh fruit. Of course, I provided a churn of blueberry ice cream, which seems to be everyone's favorite! One of the other farmers made three churns of strawberry and peach ice cream. I enjoyed the peach ice cream- it is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a local elementary school chorus open the Market with a concert and they were great!&lt;br /&gt;We probably will invite groups like that to perform at the market more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'd better go now because it's almost time to get ready for Wednesday night service at church. I hope you have a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-35217336615312778?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/35217336615312778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=35217336615312778' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/35217336615312778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/35217336615312778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/farmers-market-news-and-reminder.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Market News and Reminder'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-662358476169352732</id><published>2008-05-11T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:16:24.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Note from Plant Lady</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!  I trust God will be especially close to you today as you spend time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to let you know that I will be posting sporadically for the next few weeks.  This begins my busy season as I will be helping my daddy with his blueberry farm.  The crop looks great this year!  Plenty of fresh, juicy blueberries are just about ready for harvest.  It also is a time of perpetual exhaustion for us as we carry on the jobs of about five people!  There are always unforeseen challenges to overcome and I ask that you keep me and my daddy in your prayers.  We both are not as young as we once were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to post on Saturday evenings or Sundays and will be checking in on all my friends' blogs.  If you have time, just drop me a line of encouragement as it will make my weeks go by much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-662358476169352732?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/662358476169352732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=662358476169352732' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/662358476169352732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/662358476169352732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-note-from-plant-lady.html' title='A Short Note from Plant Lady'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3263798872154349207</id><published>2008-05-07T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:59:02.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've invaded! Roaming around, seeking what they can devour! I know this sounds like Satan or a "bad" science fiction movie plot, but it is happening in my garden! My Irish potatoes plants are in shreds, nothing but stems left! The broadleaf mustard greens are full of holes! At last glance a couple of days ago, they were fine, then suddenly - destruction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potatoes were developed enough that I don't think it will hurt the production, but I can't stand the thoughts of all those beetles lurking around. I guess they have to eat too, but I do wish they would find somewhere else to have the buffet! As for the culprits that have attacked the mustard greens, well, they've gone into hiding! I have something in store for them and it's not going to be pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode has made me aware of how, when we let our guard down, our thoughts and minds can be invaded with the most destructive messages from the enemy and his "buffet buddies." Just a few days of "not being alert," caused the destruction of a whole season's harvest! How much destruction can be caused when we let our thoughts and minds be "diverted" from the purpose to which God has called us. Are we contributing to the "shreds and holes," and ultimately affecting the harvest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ephesians, Paul talks about being alert to the schemes of the devil and how we are to use the armor of God as our weapon against his schemes. It is much more effective than that which I have in store for those "culprits" that are in hiding, somewhere in my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3263798872154349207?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3263798872154349207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3263798872154349207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3263798872154349207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3263798872154349207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-everyone-theyve-invaded-roaming.html' title='Invasion!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8875345055107919885</id><published>2008-05-05T21:29:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:23:18.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Proverbs 31 Wife (by Mr. Plant Lady)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Plant Lady had an early morning start today and a full day of work. So she asked me if I would post something on her blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to begin with a remembrance of one of our early conversations about marriage in which I told her, "I'm looking for a woman who will be the kind of wife described in Proverbs 31." Because she came from a strong Christian family and a background of faithful church attendance, I knew she must have read that scripture many times, heard it preached and taught. She impressed me as the type of woman described in Proverbs 31:10-31, NLT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Wife of Noble Character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds wool and flax and busily spins it. She is like a merchant’s ship, bringing her food from afar. She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day’s work for her servant girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to inspect a field and buys it; with her earnings she plants a vineyard. She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She makes sure her dealings are profitable; her lamp burns late into the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands are busy spinning thread, her fingers twisting fiber. She extends a helping hand to the poor and opens her arms to the needy. She has no fear of winter for her household, for everyone has warm clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes her own bedspreads. She dresses in fine linen and purple gowns. Her husband is well known at the city gates, where he sits with the other civic leaders. She makes belted linen garments and sashes to sell to the merchants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her: “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for writing this today is to say just how blessed I feel to have Plant Lady in my life. I trust her and my life is enriched because of her. As you all have seen, she is multi-talented, crafty, strong in her faith, full of dignity, wise, kind, and beautiful in so many ways! I honor, praise and reward her for all she is to me and I thank God that He brought her into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she continue to be a blessing to each of you as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Mr. Plant Lady)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8875345055107919885?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8875345055107919885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8875345055107919885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8875345055107919885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8875345055107919885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-proverbs-31-wife-by-mr-plant-lady.html' title='My Proverbs 31 Wife (by Mr. Plant Lady)'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2877602868212469150</id><published>2008-05-05T06:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:09:58.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unusual Mother's Day Request</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bucket full of crickets! That's what a friend of mine told her husband she wanted for Mother's Day! Now, I don't think that has ever been on anyone's "Top Ten List" for Mother's Day gifts until now! Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a special love for God's creatures, especially ducks. She has four ducks, two of them are Rouens, one is a White Pekin and one is a Mallard. They are her "babies!" She has even named them - the two females are named Little Bit and Peanut and the two males are Rouen Deux and Rouen Martin. She is known as the "Duck Duck Mama!" She will let them out of their pen and accompany them on scavenger hunts for the finest, juiciest bugs and such. I ask for weekly updates on their antics because, quite frankly, they cheer me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her request would be a special treat for them because, after all, it will be their birthday and the crickets will be their "cake," of sorts! She has her party dress ready, and of course, party hat, which is a cap with a "duck's bill!" She is still looking for party hats for the ducks and I'm sure she will find some. If not, I'm sure she will make them, she is very crafty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband told her that he, "was not buying crickets for those ducks!" She replied, "No, you are buying them for me!" Well, I guess Duck Duck Mama has spoken! I'm sure Little Bit, Peanut, Rouen Deux and Rouen Martin will have the very best birthday party ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all sing "Happy Birthday" to the ducks! I'll lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2877602868212469150?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2877602868212469150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2877602868212469150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2877602868212469150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2877602868212469150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-party.html' title='An Unusual Mother&apos;s Day Request'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-6723624737931483399</id><published>2008-05-03T07:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:12:40.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day yesterday! I had intended to do a new post, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong! I was supposed to be at a club meeting, to set-up for a food judging event at a local festival in our area, and I showed up at 10:00 a.m. just like planned. No one else was there! I couldn't figure out what was wrong! At our last meeting, the agenda said Friday, May 2, 2008 @ 10:00 a.m. in big bold letters. What I didn't remember was that at our last meeting, we changed it to Thursday 1, 2008, and I had written it down right next to the original date! I went on the wrong day! Totally missed the meeting! I was so aggravated with myself, how could I have overlooked the change in plans? Well, I guess it was "Providential" hinderance, because Wednesday night at church, the pastor asked me if I could take his wife to a doctor's appointment on Thursday and I agreed. She had been hospitalized several days earlier, then released, and on her first day back at work, they had to call 911. She has migranes really bad, but that was not why she was hospitalized. I think she has colitis. I guess I spelled that right.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I could be of assistance to her. Maybe that was in the plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run a few errands yesterday after my "wild goose chase", and I stopped at a local farm to get some strawberries. They were beautiful! Large, red and juicy-full of flavor! I took some over to my dad's and ate lunch with him. On my return trip home, I needed some bows for a wreath on my front door. I stopped at a shop near my home and waited for the lady to make them. I left and turned into the road by my house and a lady flagged me down. I don't usually stop like that because of all the "crime" and such, but for some reason, I did this time. She asked if I could take her to her grandmother's house about three miles away. I reluctantly agreed, but said I had to make a quick stop first, then I would come back to pick her up. I let my husband know what had happened and he said to go ahead, but keep my phone with me. He came out on the porch to "make his presence known", and asked her a few questions. Then we left. I dropped her off at her grandmother's, but she told me to wait and carry her back to where I picked her up! Now that was too much for me! Something did not "feel" right. Another lady came out of the house and started searching for something in the back seat of her car. I asked if the lady was coming out and she said she didn't know. "How do you know her?," she asked. "I don't, I was just giving her a ride," I said. The whole thing was not "feeling right", so I told the lady outside to tell her I had to go and I left. I figured her grandmother or the other lady could give her a ride back. I want to be of help to people, but I need to listen to that "little voice" that tells me it may be a bad situation. Anyway, I know that God will bless my intentions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got home, the house was a wreck! My husband said that his brother and wife were coming over for supper. We had invited them a day earlier, and they had declined, saying they had to work late. Now, they were coming after all and I had not prepared anything! I took out some chicken I had in the freezer and thawed it for the grill. We had a no-frills supper. Barbecued chicken on the grill, mashed potatoes and green lima beans. Fortunately, I had some of the strawberries left from earlier that day, so we were able to have dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired after supper, I could hardly hold my eyes open. I know I must have dozed off a time or two while I was watching TV with my sister-in-law. I hope she did not notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally went home and I went straight to bed! I hope today is less eventful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-6723624737931483399?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6723624737931483399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=6723624737931483399' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6723624737931483399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/6723624737931483399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-day.html' title='A Busy Day'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2812463863217724908</id><published>2008-05-01T15:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:32.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know about our blind date, our courtship, and the proposal. The saga continues! Now to our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the date! Saturday, September 18, 1999 would be the happiest day of our lives together to this point. Many months went into the planning of our "day to remember." No stone was left unturned, so to speak, and we were ready! Ready for anything! Anything? Well, not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live on the East Coast in the Mid-Atlantic states, or on the Gulf Coast, you know what can happen during the months of June through November! That's right! Hurricanes! Leave it to me to pick a date during which we would have the worst hurricane in decades! Hurricane Floyd came as an uninvited guest to our wedding, and he didn't even bring a wedding gift to congratulate us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Floyd made landfall on Wednesday evening, September, 15, near Wilmington, NC. It was a Category 2 hurricane with peak gusts up to 138 mph. As hurricanes go, it seemed relatively tame, compared to others I have experienced, but what was extraordinary, was the amount of rainfall. Here is the overview of Hurricane Floyd from the National Weather Service in Raleigh, North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195547619161163362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="113" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SBpLCE26RmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MRtKfm-7BOY/s200/small_floyd_ir.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;Hurricane Floyd impacted the East Coast of the United States from September 14 to 18, 1999. The greatest damages were along the eastern Carolinas northeast into New Jersey, and adjacent areas northeastward along the east coast into Maine. Hurricane Floyd produced more human misery and environmental impact in North Carolina than any disaster in memory. The 15-20 inches of rain that fell across the eastern half of the state caused every river and stream to flood. There were 57 deaths in the United States directly attributed to Floyd, and flood damage estimates range near $6 billion. Many rivers set new flood records. Whole communities were underwater for days, even weeks in some areas. Thousand's of homes were lost. Crop damage was extensive. The infrastructure of the eastern counties, mainly roads, bridges, water plants, etc., was heavily damaged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spared us the flooding misery that affected other areas of North Carolina. Our county had some flooding in the eastern part, but the main damage was from high winds. There were trees down and some minor damage to structures, consisting mainly, of roofing shingles being blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reception was planned for the front lawn of my family "homeplace." My grandparents lived there until their death and then the house was inherited by my mother's youngest sister, who then sold it to her oldest sister, who moved from Asheville, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front lawn was huge with large pecan trees that were planted by my granddaddy. It was a picture perfect spot for a wedding reception! Until the hurricane! Tree limbs and leaves covered the ground. Not much time for clean-up! But we began. My dad took his tractor and trailer with rakes and pitchforks and others came to help. When we finished with the clean-up with the front lawn, we had to go across the road to the church and begin again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church yard did not have as many trees, but one huge sycamore tree was blown completely down and uprooted. How were we going to clean it up in such short time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan was to ride in a horse-drawn carriage (like the one in "The Proposal") from the church's front driveway around to the reception just across the road. Great plan, but the flooding was so bad in the area where we rented the horse-drawn carriage, the owners could not get out! They kindly apologized and refunded our money! So there went a part of the "dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several men from the church just "happened" to show up with large tractors, chains, saws and other equipment for cleaning up the tree. I couldn't believe they were doing this for us, without even being asked! God's hands and feet were at work, showing His love for us and the marriage He ordained! How humbled we felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was operating on adrenalin. I was so tired and I think my "nerves" were frazzled. My cousin's husband tried to lift my spirits. He has always been somewhat of a joker, so he was in rare form. While my cousin and I were finishing up with the folding of our wedding program booklet, he asked for K-'s cell phone number. I didn't know what he was up to or I would not have given it to him. He called K- and told him I left upset and crying, had run away and wasn't coming back, or something to that effect! I was right there and realized what he had done! Immediately after he hung up with K-, my cell phone rang. It was K-, crying, asking what was wrong! I had to laugh, but it was not funny to K-! I soon calmed him down and let him know that it was my cousin's husband's way of cheering me up, although I don't think he thought of how it might affect K_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way he tried to cheer me was by putting a wooden cut-out of a frog, sitting holding a fishing pole, right next to my wedding portrait, that was to be displayed at the reception. I ignored it, but I gave my matron-of-honor strict instructions to have it gone by the time the reception started. It did cheer me, so he was successful in his attempt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal was set for 6:00 p.m. We wanted to get a "feel" for how the service would go, because it was also set for 6:00 p.m. the next day, but we didn't anticipate we would have to rehearse by "flashlight." We had no electricity at the church! The high winds had knocked out all power at the church, as well as at my aunt's house, where the reception was to be! We had electricity (never lost it) at my house just next door! Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG DAY had arrived! Last minute preparations were being done. Still no power at the church! What were we going to do? I was like a "walking zombie!" I was trying to think of a contingency plan if we did not receive power. I remembered a friend of the family who did contract work for the power company, cutting rights-of-way. I tried to reach him to see if there was any way he could find out when the power would be restored. He said he would see what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock was ticking. Still no power. I had come to terms with the fact that we probably wouldn't have any electricity in the church and we would have to get married by candlelight. Not so bad, I reasoned. Then I saw them! The power company trucks! They pulled into the church yard, then went down the road. Then back into the church yard. They were trying to locate the problem! In a matter of a few minutes, the power was back on, with about an hour to spare before the start of the ceremony! God does answer prayers! I often wonder if the friend of the family, who did contract work for the power company, called in a favor or two. I don't know, but I know God was ultimately in control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other disappointments came our way. Two of the groomsmen were unable to get to the wedding. One could not get a flight into North Carolina from the Dallas/Ft.Worth airport and the other could not get out of his own driveway, except by boat! He and his family weren't harmed in the hurricane, which was a blessing. He lives in eastern North Carolina, where the majority of the flooding occurred. One of my bridesmaids could not get a flight from Washington, DC. either. We were able to carry on in their absence. I'm just glad everyone was safe from the storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- gave me a wedding gift after the ceremony. It was a book by Joanna Weaver, entitled&lt;em&gt; "With&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;This Ring, Promises to Keep&lt;/em&gt;. K- wrote a note in the front of the book that included this, in part,&lt;br /&gt;"I know there will be tough times ahead, but if we can withstand a storm like Hurricane Floyd and still "pull off" a wedding, I believe, with God's help, we can do anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged,&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2812463863217724908?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2812463863217724908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2812463863217724908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2812463863217724908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2812463863217724908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SBpLCE26RmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MRtKfm-7BOY/s72-c/small_floyd_ir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8608296795662060346</id><published>2008-04-30T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:46:45.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Post from Mr. Plant Lady</title><content type='html'>This is K- "Mr. Plant Lady"!  She has asked me to share a couple of short, funny things about our engagement in Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do so, I want to say just how much she has enjoyed getting to know each of you.  A real highlight of her day is to post her blog entry and read your responses and to visit your blogspots as well.  We both appreciate your prayers and I am thankful for the way you encourage her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, two funny things that happened on our engagement trip to Washington, DC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she explained, this was a trip with a schoolmate and friend of mine, his wife and three children.  Of course, when you pack 7 people in a single vehicle (even though it was a large SUV), there is very little room for luggage.  I had one of the larger, hard side suitcases so my friend and I decided we would strap it and a couple of other pieces of luggage to the roof of the Ford Expedition.  Seemed like a great idea at the time.  But, after about 2 hours on the road, I realized I had packed the engagement ring inside my suitcase.  I remember a feeling of panic come over me as I realized that if the suitcase blew off, my whole life savings would be gone - well, not really, but it was a major investment!  I could not wait for our next "pit stop" to make sure the suitcase was still there.  I was on the edge of my seat the remaining five hours of the trip - until I finally had the suitcase and its valuable contents back in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that happened may have been related to the first, but I am not sure.   It may have been the stress of the whole situation!  Once my friend, his son and I settled down in our hotel room for the evening, I could not get to sleep.  I could feel and hear my heart beating in my temples.  The longer I lay there the louder it seemed to get.  At that point, I believe fear was the culprit.  I decided to get dressed and go to the front desk and ask if there was a hospital nearby.  Well, when I asked that, the young front desk clerk started to panic.  He called 9-1-1 and very soon some of Northern Virginia's finest first-responders showed up.  They hooked me to an EKG heart monitor that showed everything to be fine - just my overactive imagination.  Needless to say when I told my friend and Plant Lady about the ordeal, they got a big laugh.  To this day, she still has the printout of the EKG report in her scrapbook as reminder of my "nervous gitters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough from me!  I am going to leave the storytelling to the "professionals."  Thanks for allowing me to share a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8608296795662060346?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8608296795662060346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8608296795662060346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8608296795662060346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8608296795662060346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-post-from-mr-plant-lady.html' title='A Short Post from Mr. Plant Lady'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3417504519759763048</id><published>2008-04-29T00:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:08:47.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling you of the courtship between me and my husband, so Christi requested I tell the story of the "proposal." I guess after the proposal, I'll just have to tell about our wedding also. Now, that's a "story!" Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomin&lt;/span&gt;' Onion story, I mentioned K-'s friend from high school. He was talking to K- about wanting to take a trip up to Washington, DC to show his three children the Nation's capital and take them to the many historical places and museums located there. K- mentioned to him that he lived and worked up there for three years and that he would be glad to show them around anytime they wanted to go. A trip was planned for December, while the children were on Christmas vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out for dinner with them one night when K- asked the children if they could persuade me to go with them on the trip to DC. Well, they were very persuasive and I said that I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on December 18 and planned to return on December 23. K- booked our hotel rooms at a hotel where he had planned meetings with his job in DC. We arrived around 11:00 pm and were very tired - imagine traveling with three children for 7 hours! The fellows shared a room and we girls shared a suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took in all the sights and sounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt;, DC at Christmastime. We went to church service at Washington National Cathedral. It was a wonderful service and I enjoyed seeing the architecture and reading about the history of the church. We also took a tour of the many chapels located within it. The Smithsonian Museum was next on our list. There are too many to cover in just a few days, so we just went to the Air and Space museum and the Natural History museum. We visited the National Archives and saw the Declaration of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; and the other founding documents for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see the Holocaust Museum, but the others didn't. I was so disappointed, so K- suggested we break away from them for a while. He and I went to the museum and it was the most moving and emotional experience I had ever had! The artifacts and pictures were unbelievable in their effect. It was as if you were experiencing the tragedy yourself. Tears could not be contained as I walked through. The most moving display for me was a pile of shoes - hundreds of pairs of shoes - that had been recovered from the concentration camps upon liberation. Men's shoes, ladies' shoes, and the shoes of the children! Millions of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can there be so much evil in the world? How could six million people be exterminated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did not feel like sightseeing the rest of the day. Too much sadness! I wasn't quite as cheerful as I had been earlier. How could one be, after experiencing only a minute piece of history and realizing just how horrible it must have been for the Jews and others who dared go against Hitler and the Nazi Party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to dinner and quite frankly, I did not enjoy the company. I was still affected, emotionally, from the visit to the museum. I had to restrain myself from breaking up, because I just did not feel "happy and cheerful" like the others. When we got back to the hotel, I was ready to turn in. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a better day! God gave me a good night's rest and I was able to sort out my feelings. I forget the order of the day's events, but they included the Capitol building tour, the tour of the White House that our Congressman arranged for us and the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts and others. We had a great time! That evening, we had tickets for a dinner theater. My Fair Lady was being performed and it was great! We all enjoyed the performance and the meal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the National Cemetery and saw the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was a very solemn event also. We also went to the shops located at Pentagon City. You would know we had to get some shopping in! We found out that the other couple had their anniversary that day, so K- and I decided we would keep the children back at the hotel so they could spend some time together without the children. We took them back and ordered pizza and watched TV. Thank goodness we had two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; in our suite. Too many cartoons for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a horrible day for me, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unused&lt;/span&gt; to all the noise that three children could make and the "threats" of "certain" punishment for those who "didn't straighten up." Each time K- and I would suggest somewhere to go, they were uninterested. There's more, but you get the point, don't you? I wasn't a happy camper. Every time, K- and I thought we could find a moment alone, here came the children. We were their "playmates" and I had "played out!" K- realized that I was not having fun, so he said we would make some time together that night. We went out to dinner and looked around for a while and then returned to the hotel. K- told his friend that he was taking me out to see the Lincoln Memorial and that we would return later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took his friend's Expedition and drove around DC. We visited the Lincoln Memorial, and then the Vietnam Memorial - all of which was spectacular at night! As we walked on the Mall, we went to the annual display of Christmas trees representing each state. They were beautiful all lit up and decorated! On our way back to the Expedition, K- noticed a horse and carriage that was taking people for rides around the Mall. He took me to the carriage stop and we got the last tour of the night! We got into the carriage and began the tour. He was pointing out the different monuments as we passed and was telling me a little history about them. When we rounded the end next to the White House, he directed my attention to an UGLY blue wreath that hung on the White House and said, "The Clinton's are having a blue Christmas!" (This was the time when the impeachment proceedings were going on.) Of course, I thought that was hilarious and I started laughing. When I looked back at him, he held in his hand, a 1-carat diamond engagement ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless! He said, "You and I have talked about marriage before, and I didn't feel the time was right for me to ask you, but I do now. Will you marry me?" Without any doubt in my mind, I said "Yes!" The very worst day of the trip was suddenly transformed into the very best day of our trip. We talked a little about setting the date, and continued on the ride. The driver realized what was happening and gave us a little extra time and when the carriage ride was over, congratulated us! My husband now tells everyone, he had to promise me that someday we would live in the White House in order for me to marry him!  I have NO DESIRE for that house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the story of "The Proposal." I will tell you a little more about our trip to DC from my husband's viewpoint. I think it is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3417504519759763048?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3417504519759763048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3417504519759763048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3417504519759763048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3417504519759763048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7314239419099813564</id><published>2008-04-28T08:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:52:43.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloomin' Onions</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! Our trip was very good and we had a great time in the mountains of North Carolina. On Thursday, I ventured out by myself since my husband was in meetings all day. I found a mall near our hotel and spent most of the day in the beauty salon. I decided I needed a new hair-do, nothing shocking, mind you! I had a very relaxed lunch at a nice restaurant and did a little shopping. I found a great sale on pillows, buy one at regular price, get one for 88 cents! I found a twin pack, so I got 4 pillows total for around $11! They are plump and fluffy and I just love them! There was also a wonderful Christian bookstore down the street and I spent a great deal of time there browsing! I had my name engraved on a new compact Bible I had purchased elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all and I'm glad to be back. I've been wanting to finish the stories of courtship between me and my husband and I will finish up with this one, which is very special. God revealed that I was to be his "help meet" in a very unusual way, which was crystal clear to me, more clearer that I had ever had anything revealed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third date almost didn't happen! I was terribly disappointed. K- called and invited me to a ballgame and cookout some friends from high school were having. Their children were on the team and this was their last game of the season, so they wanted to do a cookout. I agreed to go, but a few days later, I found out that I had to help my dad on his blueberry farm. With a crop like blueberries, you have to keep them picked, so it was something I could not postpone. I had to call and back out of the date. I was afraid he would think I was just making an excuse and that I really did not want to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an amazing thing happened! The co-op that my dad ships his berries with, called and said they were going to be closed on the very day of the ballgame and cookout, and asked us not to pick that day! Now, I could go on the date! I was so excited, but how could I call and then invite myself back? Do you see my dilemma? What should I do? I finally called, although I could hardly speak I was so nervous about the whole thing. I asked him if the invitation was still open and he said "yes!" So the date was on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ball field&lt;/span&gt;, we saw the game and then we went by his house to pick up some things he was taking to the cookout. Onions! He has agreed to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloomin&lt;/span&gt;' onions for everyone at the cookout! He told me that he had fixed some at an earlier get-together and they were requested at this cookout as well. So we got the onions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;breader&lt;/span&gt; mix, and the cooking utensils and headed out for his friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I was introduced to everyone, about twenty people, and then we went into the "cookhouse," which was near the pool, and began the task of breading the onions. A cooker was set up and the oil was hot enough to start the frying. He put three huge onions into the large pot and the cooking began. I continued breading the other onions as he tended the ones in the pot. He asked me to hand him a platter with paper towels so he could take up and drain the onions that were ready. I got the platter, placed paper towels on it and stood beside him holding it as he placed the hot onions on it to drain. God spoke to me while I was standing there! It was not an audible voice, but it was God! I could feel Him speaking to my heart saying. "This is the man I have prepared for you! You will be his 'help-meet!'  Just as you are standing by his side, holding the platter for the onions, you will stand beside him helping him all the days of your life!" As I am typing this, tears fill my eyes. God had a plan for my life.   Not five months earlier, I had submitted my life to God in that I had resolved that if it was His will for me to remain single, I would! Up until the point I realized I was lonely, five months previous, I had never envisioned myself marrying. Now, God was telling me that I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never recognized that marriage was a "desire" of my heart, but I think of the scripture in Psalms that says to &lt;em&gt;"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God put that desire in my heart and awakened it when I submitted to His will! I'm so glad He did! I am so thankful He made a good Christian man for me and that I chose not to go out in search for companionship and just "waited on the Lord!"  He is faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had many trials in our almost nine years of married life, but we both agreed from the beginning that, &lt;em&gt;"Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain." Psalm 127:1  &lt;/em&gt;The enemy has thrown all kinds of obstacles in our path, but we know Who built this home. God did! And His purpose will be fulfilled, whatever that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for each of you is to be submissive to the will of God, whatever that is in your life, as it is different for everyone. For me, that awakened God's plan for my life and gave me the "desires" of my heart of which I had been totally unaware. God is truly wonderful and awesome! I love Him and the wonderful man he made for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged,&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7314239419099813564?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7314239419099813564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7314239419099813564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7314239419099813564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7314239419099813564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloomin-onions.html' title='Bloomin&apos; Onions'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3602701632729351644</id><published>2008-04-22T11:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:17:15.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a rodeo? Well, I must admit we don't get many rodeos in North Carolina and I had never been to one, but now was my chance! The fellow I told you about in my last post, "Blind Date," called and invited me to a rodeo they were having in our area. "Great, I would love to go," I said, as we made plans for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Saturday evening arrived, I had changed clothes about three times. What does one wear to a rodeo? Jeans and a t-shirt? That was what I finally decided. He arrived and came up on the front porch, he wasn't a "back door friend" yet. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was the "pointy-toed" cowboy boots! Yes! That's right cowboy boots! Almost anyone who knows me, knows that I cannot stand "pointy-toed" cowboy boots! It is a pet peeve of mine. I don't know why I have such an aversion to them, but I do. Yet, there they were, standing right in front of me! In my post, "Blind Date," I mentioned a "laugh", my friend and I got from my previous blind date experience. Guess What! That fellow had "pointy-toed" cowboy boots also!&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be my "lot" in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into his Explorer and were off! I did not realize, but he also had a big white cowboy hat in the back seat, which I found out about later! I was able to "convince" him, he did not need to wear it. As we were finding a seat in the arena, he heard someone calling his name. We looked around and sitting two rows up, was his entire family - mother, sister, brother and sister-in-law! I felt I was on "display" for the family, - not a good feeling for me! He was unaware they were also going to the rodeo, although I've always suspected they knew where he was taking me. Too great a coincidence, in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rodeo was great, and I enjoyed myself. I got to meet the whole family and got that out of the way. When he took me home later that night, he asked to see me again. I said, "Call me," and that ended our second date. I told him later in our courtship, that if he had come to my house on our first date wearing those "pointy-toed" cowboy boots, there wouldn't have been a second date! Would there have been!? What do you think? Post and let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third date story is for another day! It is a most special story to me, because it was the time I realized that I would eventually marry this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;F Y I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -I am going out of town for the next couple of days and will be unable to post until I return on Friday. Please pray for traveling mercies for me and my husband as we travel on Wednesday and then again returning on Friday. I will try to check in if I can find computer access on our trip. I'm going to miss you all for the next two days. You have become great friends and have encouraged me so much. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3602701632729351644?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3602701632729351644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3602701632729351644' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3602701632729351644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3602701632729351644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/rodeo.html' title='Rodeo'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-535134056092841262</id><published>2008-04-21T13:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:46:57.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Date</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my very first post on "Plant Lady's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ponderings&lt;/span&gt;," I told you that I am a "happily married lady who enjoys gardening." Here's the story of how that came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 1998, a dear friend called me and said, "Has a man called you?" Taken off guard, I replied, "No, if a man had called me, I'm sure I would have remembered!" I had not "dated" anyone and I had resolved myself to being single for the rest of my life. I was 33 years old and had never really found anyone I would date. People began to tell me that I was too "picky," and some "friends" had taken matters into their own hands by trying to arrange a "match" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in particular, was a "blind date," that I found out about at the last minute. The "friend" neglected to tell me about what she had done! I felt obligated to go, so I did. Needless to say, it was a disaster! So, you can probably tell, I am leery of blind dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was saying, my dear friend called to inquire if a "man" had called. When my reply was "no," she told me what she had done. "I NEVER set anyone up on blind dates, BUT, I ran into a friend of mine from college and we talked about old times and all of a sudden you popped into my mind," she said. "I asked him if he was dating anyone and he said he wasn't so I gave him your phone number and told him to call." She then asked me if I remembered him from high school. We had gone to different high schools, but were from the same county. I was familiar with who he was, because of his involvement in various school and community activities within our county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she told me of what she had done, we got a big laugh from my other "blind date" story and our conversation ended. About five minutes later, the phone rang. It was him! He said, "This is K__, my friend M_____ told me she thinks we should meet. Would you like to go out on Saturday, May 23?" We talked for a while, then I agreed. The "blind date" was set, although it wasn't exactly blind since I knew a little about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date went well. He came by to pick me up. I invited him in to meet my parents, then we were off! We went to dinner and a movie. On the way to the restaurant, we talked about our families, our churches, and other things we had in common. It was as if I had known him all my life. I was very relaxed with him, not at all nervous like with the other "blind date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the date was over, he said, "I'd like to see you again." I said, "Okay, just call me." That was our first date! By our third date, I knew in my heart, that we would marry! I'll save that story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to share stories of our courtship and marriage in future posts if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;It gets more exciting as our courtship continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know by posting your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-535134056092841262?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/535134056092841262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=535134056092841262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/535134056092841262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/535134056092841262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/blind-date.html' title='Blind Date'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3722827471697395871</id><published>2008-04-18T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:10:45.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shiniest Angel</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! What a day this has been!  I was called to do some substitute work for one of the teachers at a child care facility and I have spent the entire day with ten rambunctious toddlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being with the children, has reminded me of how Jesus loves them and gathered them all around.  Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;"Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven."&lt;/em&gt;  Matthew 19:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall a church play from my childhood, that told the Christmas story.  The parts were being cast and everyone got a part.  Everyone except me.  I was devastated!  Why didn't I get picked for the play?  All of my little friends were going to be angels with white robes and a shiny tinsel halo.  My heart was broken and I was in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt championed my cause!  She asked the director to find a spot for me!  While no speaking parts were available, she agreed that I could be a "silent" angel, standing with the group.  But there was a problem!  There were no more robes and halos!  My aunt swung into action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through her linen closet, she picked out the very best white bed sheet she had.  She cut out and sewed the very best angel robe in the whole wide world!  She then found some wire around the house and covered it with the most beautiful silver tinsel off her Christmas tree, and fashioned the shiniest halo ever!&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying on the costume for the final fitting.  It was glorious!  I was all shiny in my halo and I can remember the feeling of excitement that I had.  I was going to be an angel in the Christmas play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play begins!  The angels proclaim the good news to the shepherds!  I stood among the heavenly host with my head bowed and my hands together, as if praying, and my pearly, white robe aglow, and don't forget my shiny, silver halo sparkling for everyone to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was proud of me that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3722827471697395871?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3722827471697395871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3722827471697395871' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3722827471697395871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3722827471697395871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/shiniest-angel.html' title='The Shiniest Angel'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3866093185371802164</id><published>2008-04-17T14:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:40:25.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's Your Definition of Love?"</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been visiting other blogspots that have sprung up from the Bible study on Rachel Olsen's blog. On one of them, a favorite verse was posted and it reminded me of something that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running errands in town and had a "gnawing" in my stomach (for those who don't know this expression, it is a hunger pang)! I was going home to cook, but I just had to have a "snack" before I got home. I decided to run through the drive-thru at Burger King. As I approached the restaurant, I thought about how the burger might "spoil my supper." I said to myself, "A small burger will not spoil my supper," and then the thought, "Yes it will!" As you can probably tell, the indecisiveness, I believe, was a battle in my mind for obedience. God was directing me to go to Burger King and Satan was telling me not to go! I finally did and here's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled up to the window after having placed my order, the girl at the window handed my order to me and asked this question I will never forget. "What's your definition of love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking about the question (I was in shock!), I instinctively quoted John 3:16, &lt;em&gt;"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life."&lt;/em&gt; The girl smiled and said "thank you," and closed the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled back onto the highway, the magnitude of what happened hit me and my eyes filled with tears! I believe God sent me to this girl at the drive-thru window at Burger King with a message for her. I don't know her circumstances, but I believe God directed her to ask the question and receive the answer for her life. Only God knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away rejoicing that He used me and that I was obedient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be obedient and be used by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3866093185371802164?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3866093185371802164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3866093185371802164' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3866093185371802164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3866093185371802164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-your-definition-of-love.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Your Definition of Love?&quot;'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-8376260735335320067</id><published>2008-04-16T22:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:24:26.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zucchini Marmalade</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I enjoy gardening and I "share" the blessings of the garden with others.  Two years ago, I had a bumper crop of squash - zucchini, yellow and the patty-pan (a scalloped, white squash, which is my favorite.)  I had plenty for sale at our local farmer's market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday, at the market, I struck up a conversation with one of my customers about the prolific production of my squash plants and how I might use the ones that did not sell.  "I can't eat that much zucchini bread," I told her!  We discussed my dilemma and she had an answer for me.  "I have a recipe for Zucchini Marmalade," she said, "I'll give it to you!"  "Great," I said, "I've never heard of it!"  She finished her shopping and left the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, she reappeared with a recipe card for Zucchini Marmalade.  She had driven home, found the recipe (she must be extremely organized, I would have taken days to find where I put it) and returned to the market to give it to me!  It is amazing how zucchini can bring people together!  She is now a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the prolific production of my zucchini plants, another friend of mine came over and helped me make the marmalade for the shut-ins of our church and community!  It's like Jesus feeding the five thousand!  Baskets full of  leftover zucchini!  I planted and He gave the increase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share the recipe with all of you.  Enjoy!  It's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zucchini Marmalade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 cups peeled and shredded zucchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 cup lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup crushed pineapple, drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 pkg. Sure-Jell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 oz. orange Jell-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cook zucchini for one hour on low heat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add lemon juice, pineapple, Sure-Jell and stir well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add sugar and cook six minutes, then stir in Jell-o while hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour into jars which have been sterilized, then seal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-8376260735335320067?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8376260735335320067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=8376260735335320067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8376260735335320067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/8376260735335320067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/zucchini-marmalade.html' title='Zucchini Marmalade'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1870820458145486579</id><published>2008-04-15T14:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:28:16.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer - Let Me Show Love</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in my quite time with God, I put on Steve Amerson's CD "Sacred Spaces."  As I was listening, one of the songs, &lt;em&gt;"Let Me Show Love,"&lt;/em&gt; spoke to my heart. I want to share the words of that song, written by Paul Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I speak with the words of an angel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But have not love, but have not love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be nothing. I'd be nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love, I am nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I give away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my posessions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But have not love, but have not love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be nothing, I'd be nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love, I am nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When callous words are spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And angry voices pierce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right through the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me bring hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where people are despairing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And frantic prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ascend to heaven above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my life be measured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by compassion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judging myself, before I cast blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my heart be enlarged by mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing that mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bears God's holy name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me feel love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toward unfamiliar faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the world's races&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;torn by tragedy and war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who long for so much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my faith reveal what grace is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show that God embraces the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;least of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one's too small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me bring hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me give voice to the voiceless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And music to the ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who have no song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who suffer and don't belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But most of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1870820458145486579?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1870820458145486579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1870820458145486579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1870820458145486579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1870820458145486579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-prayer-let-me-show-love.html' title='My Prayer - Let Me Show Love'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5391867105932423921</id><published>2008-04-14T15:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:08:12.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourd Birdhouse Give-away</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy day! I've been planting gourd seeds for my crafting projects. Last year's crop consisted of about 150 gourds (loofah, apple, and birdhouse gourds). I'll have plenty to paint and sell at our local farmer's market. I've done this for about 2 years now and have quite a "following". I've had invitations to show them at some local craft shows in our area and even had one "auctioned" off at a fundraiser for our District Extension Club last year. The "Rooster in the Barnyard" gourd sold for $45 and I was very excited that someone would pay that for one of my creations! I have sold quite a few, (not that expensive) and am always thinking of a new design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine does basket weaving as a hobby and she has talked me into trying to incorporate some basketweaving techniques into my "gourd art". I have done some already by weaving reed around the entrance hole of a birdhouse gourd and also created a bird feeder from a martin gourd and did some basket weaving on it. She said she was impressed and that she had to have the first one, so I gave my first birdhouse to her! She is such an encouragement to me. I'm still learning and I guess with practice, I'll get better at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have drilled entrance holes and cleaned 10 apple gourds that will make the cutest birdhouses. I will paint some and leave some natural. I put a polyurethane varnish on them to protect from the elements when hanging outside. When I can find my cd copy of my gourd photos, I will post them for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about having a drawing to give away one of my apple gourd birdhouses. It is shaped like an apple and painted red with a green leaf on top near the stem. It has a clear coat polyurethane varnish to protect from the weather and includes drainage holes underneath. If you would be interested, post your name only (I want to respect your privacy).  The winner will be announced on my blog, Plant Lady's Ponderings, on Sunday, May 18, 2008 and we will make arrangements for shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post and tell all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5391867105932423921?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5391867105932423921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5391867105932423921' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5391867105932423921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5391867105932423921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/gourd-birdhouse-give-away.html' title='Gourd Birdhouse Give-away'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-2289296421551343378</id><published>2008-04-11T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:11:53.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Me!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me!  I know this because he brings me little gifts ever so often - things he would NEVER buy for himself.  Things like brussels sprouts - he says they taste like dirt, the "highly seasoned" party mix -  he says gives me "zoo breath,"  and recently 4 pounds - yes, that's right - 4 pounds of dry roasted pistachios, my all-time favorite nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy all the "gifts" he showers on me, especially the one he gave me for our second anniversary - a box of  animal crackers!  I had mentioned to him that I really loved them when I was younger.  No diamond or pearl could ever compare to that box of animal crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him with all my heart and have always believed that God put us together!  He is my best friend - and a wonderful husband!  I thank God for bringing us together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else loves me too!  I know this because He also gives me gifts.  Things like love, joy, peace,  and comfort.  I especially enjoy the gift He gave me on my (new) birthday - Eternal Life!  No other gift could ever compare, not even animal crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him with all my heart.  He is a Wonderful Saviour!  My Wonderful Saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be  Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-2289296421551343378?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2289296421551343378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=2289296421551343378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2289296421551343378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/2289296421551343378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-loves-me.html' title='He Loves Me!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5770808123555653007</id><published>2008-04-10T06:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Drought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_2DZL6bzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eDthzebR6_w/s1600-h/blueberry.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187446814518529442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_2DZL6bzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eDthzebR6_w/s200/blueberry.jpg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is a blueberry farmer. Every year, he replaces some of the older, dead plants with new plants he has rooted. To do this, he takes cuttings of 3-4 inches and inserts them into a template placed on the soil in a propagation bed to create even spacing allowing the roots room to form and grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the cuttings are in the bed, a constant mist of water is applied for about 12 hours a day for the first few weeks and then decreased gradually. After a few months, when the cuttings have begun to form roots, the water is turned off. In essence, they are forced into a drought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drought conditions force the plant's roots to spread out in search of moisture, creating a stronger root system that is more vigorous and able to absorb nutrients that sustain the plant when transplanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lives are like a blueberry plant. When we are in a "dry season" or drought, our search for the moisture of the "Living Water" will allow our lives, or "root system" to grow more vigorous and be able to withstand the elements we face from day to day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you in a drought or "dry season"? Allow your "roots" to spread out into God's Word and search for the refreshing moisture of "Living Water".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 63:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God, You are my God; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early will I seek You;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a dry and thirsty land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is no water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5770808123555653007?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5770808123555653007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5770808123555653007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5770808123555653007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5770808123555653007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/season-of-drought.html' title='A Season of Drought'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_2DZL6bzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eDthzebR6_w/s72-c/blueberry.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7300110235103475077</id><published>2008-04-09T12:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:55:47.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy, Barbara, and Sally</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is a "fairy tale" Mama told me as a child, and she even let me throw in some of the more "creative" details. This was my favorite bedtime story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were three little goats named, Billy, Barbara, and Sally. They lived with their mother in a little cottage in the field. Their home was beautiful! They had red and white checked curtains on the windows, white enamel pots and pans with red trim, on the stove. &lt;em&gt;(My details)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Mama Goat had to go visit a sick neighbor. She told Billy, Barbara, and Sally she would return in just a short time, and warned them to be cautious if anyone came to the door. So they agreed they would be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short while after she had left, their playing was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. &lt;em&gt;(My&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mama would knock on the headboard to illustrate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran to the door and lifted the curtain from over the "peephole" and saw that it was the big bad wolf! "Go away Big Bad Wolf", they said, "You can't come in!" The wolf turned around and left. Billy, Barbara, and Sally went on with their playing until they heard another knock at the door. They ran to the door and lifted the curtain from over the "peephole " and saw their friend, Mr. Sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mr Sheep had visited them before when their mama was home, so they decided it would be alright to let him in. Just as soon as they did, they realized their mistake! It wasn't Mr. Sheep at all! It was the Big Bad Wolf dressed like a sheep! He had gone to his flour sack and dusted himself in flour, from head to toe, so he would appear white, like a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf chased the children all over the house, catching and eating Barbara and Sally! Little Billy escaped by hiding in the grandfather clock! He was so afraid the wolf would hear his little heart pounding as he hid in he clock. After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf left, giving up on his chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Goat came home about an hour later to find her precious children gone, and her home in disarray! Billy heard her cries from up in the grandfather clock and flung the door open and said, "Here, Mama! Here, Mama! I'm up here in the grandfather clock! Mrs. Goat was thrilled as little Billy jumped into her arms. He told her the whole story about how the wolf had come and they turned him away, and how he had returned as Mr. Sheep. Mama knew what she had to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She figured the wolf would probably have a nap after his big meal, so she went down to the stream where she thought he would be. Sure enough, he was laying by the stream, asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she happened to have her sewing kit with her in her purse (my detail), and she took her scissors and cut the wolf's stomach open and got Barbara and Sally out, unharmed, because the wolf was so greedy, he did not even take time to chew them up! She found two rocks by the stream that were about the size of Barbara and Sally and placed them inside the wolf's stomach where they had been, then she took her needle and thread and sewed the wolf back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the wolf woke up from his nap very thirsty. He bent down to the stream to get a drink and those rocks inside him rushed forward and caused him to loose his balance and he toppled into the stream and drowned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Goat, Billy, Barbara, and Sally lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this story my mama told me! I would have her tell it each night before bed. I never got tired of it! Precious memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7300110235103475077?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7300110235103475077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7300110235103475077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7300110235103475077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7300110235103475077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/billy-barbara-and-sally.html' title='Billy, Barbara, and Sally'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5331640974485001852</id><published>2008-04-08T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:22:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Rows</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a busy day!  I've been in the garden setting tomato plants - 100 of them!  I also planted squash, zucchini, cucumbers, green beans, and butter beans.  I am so anxious for the harvest to begin, yet I must remain patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were drawn to a conversation I had some years ago with my aunt, while out in the garden.  She said, "I have never seen such straight rows.  How does your dad make rows so straight?"  I just laughed and said, he had been doing it a long time and has had a lot of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I remembered our conversation, I had the opportunity to ask Daddy about it.  He said, "I just look straight ahead and aim the tractor where I am looking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple holds the key to the "straight and narrow."  When traveling down this "Row of Life," simply look straight to Jesus and aim yourself toward Him.  You will be following the "straight and narrow," if you don't look away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lesson for me today!  Perhaps you also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5331640974485001852?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5331640974485001852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5331640974485001852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5331640974485001852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5331640974485001852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/straight-rows.html' title='Straight Rows'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-555596189464612778</id><published>2008-04-07T12:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:45:51.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Faithful!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been attending our church for three years. She is the first to show up on Sunday mornings, waiting to greet, as the "early arrivals" come up the church driveway. She is there, evening services also, each time there is an activity at church. How does she do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always welcomes with hugs and kisses! Everyone is drawn to her cheerfulness. Her dedication is evident and recognized by those who know her. Children love her, she takes up time with them. They are never overlooked. What is her secret? How can she be so cheerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be like her! She is always ready to show friendliness, always ready and eager to be a friend. Yesterday, two people remarked to me about her faithfulness to attend church, noting that we needed others as dedicated! Why is she so dedicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know exactly what motivates her. I can only guess it is the "purpose" that God put into her when He created her. I can learn from her! She is fulfilling her purpose by being a friend to all she meets, by cheering those who may be down, by taking time with those who, sometimes, are overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Jesus, Help me be like her! She is always ready to cheer someone, always ready to give a hug or kiss, always ready to be a friend, always faithful, always ready to spend time with others. Thank you for letting me see her example. Thank you for giving her to Daddy as a companion after Mama's passing. She is a good dog and so many people have been uplifted and encouraged by knowing her. I thank you for the way she loves, unconditionally. That is the way I should love too. Thank you for bringing us together that day at the pound. She is such a joy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: She lives just up the road from the church. We have not figured out how she is able to tell the time of the services, but she is always there to meet and greet. We have taken her home after Sunday morning services only to find her back when we return that evening for the Evening service. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in one of the photographs on this blog, standing in the edge of the corn patch near the tomatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-555596189464612778?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/555596189464612778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=555596189464612778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/555596189464612778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/555596189464612778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-is-faithful.html' title='She is Faithful!'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-1496939529111230630</id><published>2008-04-06T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:09:59.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Skills</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have some old fashioned heritage skills they would like to share? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama taught me how to can and preserve foods and make straw brooms.   She also made lye soap, but I did not write down the instructions.  I want to learn the old time skills our parents and grandparents knew and be able to have a record of them.  I am especially interested in any skill that has been passed down from generation to generation.   I'm afraid that if these skills are not recorded and used, they will be lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have these skills, or know about them, if you would like to share them with me, along with any family history or thoughts about them, please post and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to learn how to do these wonderful projects that were so much a necessity of life years ago.  What a wonderful thing to pass on to future generations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any craft, skill, recipe or anything else you would like to share would be appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-1496939529111230630?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1496939529111230630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=1496939529111230630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1496939529111230630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/1496939529111230630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/heritage-skills.html' title='Heritage Skills'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5982664540346668865</id><published>2008-04-04T08:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:01:43.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pig of Love</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy comes to us all!  Today's story is the recollection of a tragic event in the lives of my mama and her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up on a farm, they were exposed to the cycle of life - birth of pigs, calves, kittens, puppies, hatching of eggs, times when injury occurred, and the sorrow of death.  This sorrow manifested itself in the death of a little pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and her sisters found out about the "untimely passing" of one of their little pigs.  Her baby sister, knowing that it was proper to give a "loved one" a "decent" burial, suggested they have a nice funeral for the pig.  Plans were made and friends and relatives were alerted to the sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old shoe box was acquired for the "casket," flowers were gathered, and the final touches were put on the funeral service.  As the crowd of mourners (Mama's sisters and a cousin or two) gathered, their sorrow was "very" evident.  Everything from quiet tears, sobbing, crying, to the more flamboyant wailing, expressed their deep sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, hymns were sung, the pig was eulogized, and the preaching was done, all by these young "mourners!"  Now, it was the time for the burial!  A grave was dug and the "casket" was lowered.  This act unleashed all manner of sorrow, the sound of which could be heard in the nearby field where their daddy was plowing.  He thought, "something terrible must have happened for a crowd to be gathered," and came running to investigate.  As he got closer, he saw their sorrow!  A little grave with flowers spread on top, with a sign that read, "A little pig of love, to look at flowers above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this adventure my mama told me of her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5982664540346668865?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5982664540346668865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5982664540346668865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5982664540346668865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5982664540346668865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-pig-of-love.html' title='Little Pig of Love'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3324844850394208683</id><published>2008-04-03T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:36:45.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the 1920's in rural North Carolina, my mama and her sisters found the grandest excitement in the simplest things.  One of those excitements was being able to go with their daddy to town "in the mule and buggy."  The town was very small, but for these three little girls, it was the big city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of those rare trips, their daddy decided he had enough money left from buying the "necessities" to treat his girls to ice cream.  The ice cream back then came in little round cardboard cups and included a flat wooded spoon.  After the cardboard lid was taken off, the girls delighted in the cold, sweet taste of ice cream - a frozen treat that was rare in those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joy to hear Mama recall and relive the experience of one of those trips to town "in the mule and buggy."  But, better still, to hear her tell of her efforts to savor the frozen treat as long as she could by keeping the cardboard cup as a "souvenir" and savoring the lingering sweet fragrance after a few days had passed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such simple joys of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3324844850394208683?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3324844850394208683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3324844850394208683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3324844850394208683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3324844850394208683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-7818057420133024405</id><published>2008-04-02T16:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:08:01.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Encounter With The Devil</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting today! This is another story my mama told me of her childhood adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in rural North Carolina during the 1920's, my mama was the middle child of three girls. They lived right across the road from the church they attended all their life. I've heard many thrilling stories of the church services, activities and community "gatherings" she attended as a child. She told me they were at the church "every time the door was open." Now, that's dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents were devout and their children were raised to follow the ways of Christ. Mama said "I knew there was a devil, because I learned about him in church, but, I had never seen him." Now, for a child, other that what the Bible says, she had no idea of what he looked like. That is where that "little girl imagination" comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she and her sisters were playing outside, possible in their "pretend" playhouse under the grapevine arbor. As they were playing, they began to hear, in the distance - coming down the dirt road a loud roaring noise. As it got closer, they could see a huge, horrible looking creature which Mama, recognized immediately, as "the Devil." She grabbed her two sisters and went screaming into the house where their mama calmed their fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further investigation, "the Devil" was a huge road scraper machine that came by cleaning out the ditches along the dirt road. Mama's "little girl imagination" got the better of her that day, but she practiced, in her childlike way, what we are supposed to do when we encounter evil - run from it! "Resist the devil and he will flee" James 4:7 (my paraphrase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this story my Mama told me of her childhood. Stay tuned for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-7818057420133024405?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7818057420133024405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=7818057420133024405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7818057420133024405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/7818057420133024405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/mamas-encounter-with-devil.html' title='Mama&apos;s Encounter With The Devil'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3611417513492763393</id><published>2008-04-01T06:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:58:23.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine China</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first set of fine china? No, I 'm not talking about as an adult, newly married! I'm talking about your very first set as a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl, my mama told me wonderful stories about her childhood. She told of amazing adventures she and her sisters had in their playhouse. Their playhouse was a "pretend" house under a grapevine arbor located in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mama would let the girls have some of her old, broken dishes that would be "magically" transformed by their little girl imagination into the very finest china. They would have wonderful tea parties for their dolls, and sometimes, unexpected guests (cousins) would drop by, and of course, they were invited to Tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the stories Mama told me of her childhood! You may have some stories also. If you do, and haven't written them down, do so. I am sure they will be as magical to your children or grandchildren as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3611417513492763393?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3611417513492763393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3611417513492763393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3611417513492763393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3611417513492763393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/04/fine-china.html' title='Fine China'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-4046000978806184808</id><published>2008-03-31T06:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:18:33.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_DNGWjXazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T_CO-GihrI8/s1600-h/sunflower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183868680120265522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_DNGWjXazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T_CO-GihrI8/s200/sunflower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to see you again today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time of year, I start thinking about planting, everything from vegetables to flowers. One of my favorites is sunflowers. I adore sunflowers! They are so bright and cheery! Though I never have very good luck with them, I try again each year, hoping and believing. Today, I began thinking about the sunflowers and their requirements. One of the most essential requirements is the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, many of you that have grown sunflowers before, know of a particularly unique characteristic these wonderful creations possess. They "follow" the sun. They literally "turn their face" toward the sun and follow it as it make its way across the sky each day. They are "absorbing" all of its nourishing rays. There is a lesson here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, like sunflowers, must turn our face toward the "Son" and follow Him each day to be able to absorb all of His nourishing rays. When we do, we will become "bright and cheery" just like those wonderful creations - sunflowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Jesus, Help me turn my face toward You today. I want to absorb those marvelous Rays of Nourishment for my soul. I want to shine as bright as the sunflowers! Thanks for creating them to remind me of Your love!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-4046000978806184808?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4046000978806184808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=4046000978806184808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4046000978806184808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/4046000978806184808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunflowers.html' title='Sunflowers'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/R_DNGWjXazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T_CO-GihrI8/s72-c/sunflower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-5021495557600069983</id><published>2008-03-30T14:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:19:07.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Words From God's Word</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has had a wonderful Lord's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over my old prayer journal entries from back in 2002, I came across some scripture I had written down. I would like to share some of those with you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock." Psalm 27:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." John 14:27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all;" Psalms 34:18-19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Isaiah 65:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope these scriptures will bring you peace as they have me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some that have helped you, please post them to encourage others who may need to hear them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-5021495557600069983?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5021495557600069983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=5021495557600069983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5021495557600069983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/5021495557600069983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/03/word-from-gods-word.html' title='Some Words From God&apos;s Word'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-771265674813106671</id><published>2008-03-29T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:29:02.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is Laundry Day!  Let's celebrate!   Yea, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mountain of dirty clothes and towels lay stacked on the floor of my laundry room.  It is amazing just how much laundry two people can create in one week.  I have not done laundry this week and I must admit, letting it pile up can be very daunting.  As I am contemplating my task, I can see a lesson coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I taken the time to  do the washing daily?  Didn't I realize it would be such a challenge when it piled up?  Now, I will have to stress in order to accomplish my task, and today is Saturday, the perfect day to spend time with my husband just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are like my HUGE pile of laundry.  We let the cares of the week pile up on us and then by the weekend, when we should be relaxing, preparing for the Lord's Day, we are stressed in our monumental task to get everything done.  Let's just take our "laundry" to Jesus everyday so he can do it for us!  Then, we will have the weekends free to concentrate on spending time with Him and our families, just relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Plant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-771265674813106671?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/771265674813106671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=771265674813106671' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/771265674813106671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/771265674813106671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/03/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053792302362206434.post-3291647638597972202</id><published>2008-03-28T06:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:54:56.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place of Refuge</title><content type='html'>We all need a place of refuge! This particular day, it was the church hymnal.  I was feeling weak and I needed some encouragement. Armor-clad (Eph. 6:10-18), my weapon today would be PRAISE! I went, song by song, through the entire hymnal, singing each verse. The songs I did not know and the responsive readings, I read aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went deeper into the hymnal, something amazing happened! I began to hear, not just with my ears, but with my soul! As I continued, my understanding increased. The messages of the hymns were being absorbed by my heart. I had sung those songs since childhood and never really heard them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul was encouraged that day. I think I'll take out the hymnal and start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Mighty Fortress Is Our God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Martin Luther, 1529&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and pow'r great, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choosing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus-it is He; Lord Sabaoth, His name;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From age to age the same; And He must win the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tho' this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The prince of darkness grim-We tremble not for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His rage we can endure, For, lo, his doom is sure; One little word shall fell him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That word above all earthly pow'rs, No thanks to them, abideth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Spirit and the gifts are ours Thro' Him who with us sideth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let goods and kindred go-This mortal life also. The body they may kill;&lt;br /&gt;God's truth abideth still. His kingdom is forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time you are singing, listen to the words with your heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plant Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053792302362206434-3291647638597972202?l=plantladysponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3291647638597972202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053792302362206434&amp;postID=3291647638597972202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3291647638597972202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053792302362206434/posts/default/3291647638597972202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plantladysponderings.blogspot.com/2008/03/place-of-refuge.html' title='A Place of Refuge'/><author><name>Plant Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08568211345190806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uq-j7FFmaaY/SOU4VDpWTyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GCwT_BV9hps/S220/271024-R1-00-0_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
