<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760</id><updated>2009-10-10T22:06:18.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Larky Lady's Lingerings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-1013642398009120118</id><published>2009-10-10T21:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:06:18.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Devastating Hail Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On August 9, 2009 a huge hailstorm hit our area. In fact the storm's path was 150 miles long and 10 miles wide. The nearby town of Eldora, Iowa was in the direct path and it caused extreme damage there. Crops were lost. Many farmers won't have anything to harvest. These are some pictures we took of the damage to  homes and businesses. The hail stones were golf ball size and larger with some winds clocked at 100 miles per hour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFI2MAjuxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VugMeHoOFVs/s1600-h/100_5324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391170324712897298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFI2MAjuxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VugMeHoOFVs/s200/100_5324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJRTv1AZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Zxv9n1vpZbs/s1600-h/100_5325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391170790646677906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJRTv1AZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Zxv9n1vpZbs/s200/100_5325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJnS_ciYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FqDWZDfGlvE/s1600-h/100_5332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391171168400869762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJnS_ciYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FqDWZDfGlvE/s200/100_5332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJ3S-ML8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Gzmrl21tJNI/s1600-h/100_5330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391171443273510850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFJ3S-ML8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Gzmrl21tJNI/s200/100_5330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFIYdKjwkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sdYUt0CMCRM/s1600-h/100_5311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391169813922169410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFIYdKjwkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sdYUt0CMCRM/s200/100_5311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFImZeyr3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FSZ0U4VJCLo/s1600-h/100_5315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391170053451460466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFImZeyr3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FSZ0U4VJCLo/s200/100_5315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFKOurQWCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VbgYz5ZuQDY/s1600-h/100_5336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391171845847275554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFKOurQWCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VbgYz5ZuQDY/s200/100_5336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFKitgseII/AAAAAAAAAiE/wYQ7IRtKK1o/s1600-h/100_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391172189131929730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFKitgseII/AAAAAAAAAiE/wYQ7IRtKK1o/s200/100_5286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6029803909393281760-1013642398009120118?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1013642398009120118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=1013642398009120118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1013642398009120118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1013642398009120118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/10/devastating-hail-storm.html' title='A Devastating Hail Storm'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/StFI2MAjuxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VugMeHoOFVs/s72-c/100_5324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-1864792234531465294</id><published>2009-09-17T19:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:57:59.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week we attended a Quilt Expo.  What a lot of beautiful quilts there were.  So many were landscapes, some of which you can see on these pictures.  Many quilters have developed their own individual techniques for arranging the colors and patterns of the fabrics to accomplish the desired picture.  Tiny pieces were put in place and then each one had to be stitched down, usually by hand.  It truly was a feast for the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLY-y44VYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G5Z2zFnWnQw/s1600-h/quilts+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382603077984998786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLY-y44VYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G5Z2zFnWnQw/s200/quilts+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYnT87zRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_SYSHHG0DhI/s1600-h/quilts+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602674543512850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYnT87zRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_SYSHHG0DhI/s200/quilts+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYx6X8u1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/akcv3vsGYlc/s1600-h/quilts+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602856656059218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYx6X8u1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/akcv3vsGYlc/s200/quilts+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYfMhy3BI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G8KCx7opeoM/s1600-h/quilts+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602535111678994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLYfMhy3BI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G8KCx7opeoM/s200/quilts+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6029803909393281760-1864792234531465294?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1864792234531465294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=1864792234531465294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1864792234531465294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1864792234531465294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/09/quilt-expo.html' title='Quilt Expo'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SrLY-y44VYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G5Z2zFnWnQw/s72-c/quilts+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-8078250492391461143</id><published>2009-07-31T08:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:19:36.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing The Loopy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Loopy Family has moved into milarks’ Etsy shop. This family is a group of cousins who recently found each other and decided to take up residency there.&lt;br /&gt;Rupert is a dominant personality, stern and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle is petite and sweet with her pink attire.&lt;br /&gt;Paulis is a little guy who lets his pet dog walk all over him.&lt;br /&gt;Dottie likes her name because it matches her looks.&lt;br /&gt;Homely Homer has a difficult time looking pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Clementine is a demur maiden, proper and coy.&lt;br /&gt;They expect more cousins to join them in the near future. Their arrival has been delayed, but they will surely arrive in time for you to look them over before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnL0EOOenmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YaJBrPKMZYk/s1600-h/100_5076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364618459527159394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnL0EOOenmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YaJBrPKMZYk/s400/100_5076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnL2Dw_4tAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f4E78cKol2M/s1600-h/100_5078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364620650704581634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnL2Dw_4tAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f4E78cKol2M/s400/100_5078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnLzeEoIsoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fN1k4Ic6rcE/s1600-h/100_5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364617804115391106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnLzeEoIsoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fN1k4Ic6rcE/s400/100_5079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6029803909393281760-8078250492391461143?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8078250492391461143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=8078250492391461143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8078250492391461143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8078250492391461143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/07/loopy-family-has-moved-into-milarks.html' title='Introducing The Loopy Family'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SnL0EOOenmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YaJBrPKMZYk/s72-c/100_5076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-1306383365305986844</id><published>2009-07-21T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:31:08.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing a Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On July 15, 2009 I lost a brother.  He had a heart attack while driving home from work.  Although he had a heart attack a few years ago, I never quite believed that it would take his life at the young age of 66.  In some ways I lost him many years before.  When he moved across the country away from where we live, contact gradually became less and less.  There is bitterness in part of the family and sadness is what some others are feeling.  So the heart is heavy.  Today I've been searching albums for pictures with the plan of sharing them with his children.  That is what is left now, pictures and memories.  And a heavy heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-1306383365305986844?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1306383365305986844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=1306383365305986844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1306383365305986844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1306383365305986844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/07/losing-brother.html' title='Losing a Brother'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-4175102218514626073</id><published>2009-06-30T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:34:31.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country Tis of Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday morning the Praise Team led our church worship with a group of patriotic songs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     A Song of Peace&lt;br /&gt;     God of Our Fathers&lt;br /&gt;     My Country 'Tis of Thee&lt;br /&gt;     Let There Be Peace on Earth&lt;br /&gt;     America , the Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;     God Bless America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All are special and beautiful, but I couldn't sing some parts because the tears kept getting in the way.  Yes, it is "My country tis of thee" that I am concerned about.  I feel some of the freedoms this great country was founded upon are being taken away from us.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My country,' tis of thee,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet land of liberty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of thee I sing; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;land where my fathers died, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;land of the pilgrims' pride, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from every mountainside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let freedom ring! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then I tell myself to remember Who is really in control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our fathers' God, to thee, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;author of liberty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to thee we sing; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long may our land be bright &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with freedom's holy light; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;protect us by thy might, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great God, our King.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is my prayer this July 4th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-4175102218514626073?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4175102218514626073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=4175102218514626073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/4175102218514626073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/4175102218514626073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-country-tis-of-thee.html' title='My Country Tis of Thee'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-50810456032010375</id><published>2009-06-14T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:37:31.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrangea is Blooming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjVCUCRPkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iaMrT38znpc/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253044546343282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjVCUCRPkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iaMrT38znpc/s320/P1010004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjVCflyuABI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pLnLkbjaNbE/s1600-h/100_4668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253243060551698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjVCflyuABI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pLnLkbjaNbE/s320/100_4668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This hydrangea was a gift last year (2008) in May. It was in full bloom then. A year later it is in full bloom again after successfully getting through the winter. Such a beautiful pink with blossoms so heavy they had to be propped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6029803909393281760-50810456032010375?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/50810456032010375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=50810456032010375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/50810456032010375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/50810456032010375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hydrangea-is-blooming.html' title='Hydrangea is Blooming'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjVCUCRPkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iaMrT38znpc/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-366647814642320892</id><published>2009-06-10T19:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:51:26.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Petunias? Or Are They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBTIw9gTcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8WV39FQWu-8/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345864167735709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBTIw9gTcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8WV39FQWu-8/s200/P1010015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBTChF5aoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oGtNa-fUnsI/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345864060396726914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBTChF5aoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oGtNa-fUnsI/s200/P1010010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last fall I saved seed from a lovely red petunia that we had purchased. Six to eight weeks ago we started some of that seed, and now the plants are having their first bloom. How interesting! As you can see, we got quite a variety of shades of red. These are the only ones in bloom today, and each one is a little different, in shape as well as color.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBSoitPrDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kWndaV8mllg/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863614153600050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBSoitPrDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kWndaV8mllg/s200/P1010008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBSwOTIo_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Dr5BlLwryAI/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863746114331634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBSwOTIo_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Dr5BlLwryAI/s200/P1010009.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-366647814642320892?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/366647814642320892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=366647814642320892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/366647814642320892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/366647814642320892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-petunias-or-are-they.html' title='Red Petunias? Or Are They?'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SjBTIw9gTcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8WV39FQWu-8/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-6180300644723046767</id><published>2009-05-24T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:58:09.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Mystery of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know there are mysterious things that happen to you every night? While you are asleep, all kinds of activity is going on. Actually, it’s a wonder you get any rest at all! When you’re asleep, your muscles and cells repair themselves. In fact, some cells in your brain are 5 to 10 times more active when you’re asleep than when you’re awake! Your immune system strengthens itself to help you fight off sickness. Also your brain organizes the things you learned during the day.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the dreams! If sleep is a mystery, dreams are even more mysterious. Most dreams happen in a stage of sleep called REM (Rapid Eye Movement), when the brain is really active. You might have REM sleep five or six times a night, so that means five or six dreams a night, and that would be more than 1800 dreams a year. How many of those can you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Animals need sleep, too, but some have strange sleep patterns. Some animals sleep almost all day. Some hardly ever sleep. The brown bat sleeps 20 hours a day, but the giraffe only sleeps two hours. The squirrel needs 15 hours of sleep, but the horse only needs three hours per day. Most birds can sleep with one eye open and they can sleep with only half of their brain at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists don’t know a lot about the mystery of sleep, but what they do know is really cool, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the May 2009 Banner article &lt;em&gt;The Big Night Mystery&lt;/em&gt; by Sandy Swartzentruber.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-6180300644723046767?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6180300644723046767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=6180300644723046767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6180300644723046767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6180300644723046767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-of-night.html' title='Mystery of the Night'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-7237635265113345933</id><published>2009-05-15T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:53:00.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workbasket Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever heard of the little craft magazine called "Workbasket?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Workbasket" magazine started publication in October 1935. It was a 16-page issue and printed on newsprint. The first issue titled, "Aunt Martha's Workbasket, Home and Needlecraft, For Pleasure and Profit" contained a little letter which stated: 'Aunt Martha is going to compile different projects together in each issue. Each issue will sell for 15 cents or a yearly subscription would be $1.00. '&lt;br /&gt;It became so popular that three printings were necessary to meet the demand for the September 1936 issue. Dropping the "Aunt Martha's" from the name in Jan 1942, it went on being published until 1996 with several price increases until then when it had a complete change in format and the charge was $2.95 per issue.&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few copies of the magazine which I am willing to sell. The three I have listed in my Etsy shop are from 1982 and 1983. If there are craft people looking for something to make from long ago these magazines may be the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24689022"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24689022&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sg3ws6kc8_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/_3qXsbESYAc/s1600-h/100_4428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336185787930964978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sg3ws6kc8_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/_3qXsbESYAc/s320/100_4428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sg3wnB734vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mxFs6p0-RKM/s1600-h/100_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336185686829032178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sg3wnB734vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mxFs6p0-RKM/s320/100_4427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6029803909393281760-7237635265113345933?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7237635265113345933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=7237635265113345933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/7237635265113345933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/7237635265113345933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/05/workbasket-magazine.html' title='Workbasket Magazine'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sg3ws6kc8_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/_3qXsbESYAc/s72-c/100_4428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-6194069723944814115</id><published>2009-05-12T14:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:03:12.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have lots of plants started and they are living in the greenhouse for now. Any day now we should be able to get them planted outside; however, with the frost two nights ago, perhaps we need to wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRsMsb_SI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gn9TgQ7_p_c/s1600-h/100_4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025790849121570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRsMsb_SI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gn9TgQ7_p_c/s200/100_4521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRkOD-BGI/AAAAAAAAAec/Am-YuydWV4Y/s1600-h/100_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025653777302626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRkOD-BGI/AAAAAAAAAec/Am-YuydWV4Y/s200/100_4518.JPG" /&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;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture on left shows pink allysum. Picture on right a flat of marigolds with four pots each with a tomato growing. The tomatoes will stay in the greenhouse all summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRPMIO1nI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VsnPQLQU-ts/s1600-h/100_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025292481058418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRPMIO1nI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VsnPQLQU-ts/s200/100_4515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnVRfolSSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LXD8DZzqCfs/s1600-h/100_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335029730123270434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnVRfolSSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LXD8DZzqCfs/s200/100_4517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRXJOWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eTEObNqYUTY/s1600-h/100_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRXJOWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eTEObNqYUTY/s1600-h/100_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture on the left shows geraniums, tomatoes and impatiens. Picture on right are two kinds of basil--green is sweet basil and in the back is curly purple basil. On left are blue salvia. Other started plants not shown--petunias, lobelia, morning glories, four o'clocks, thyme, marjoram, parsley, and three kinds of peppers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6029803909393281760-6194069723944814115?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6194069723944814115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=6194069723944814115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6194069723944814115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6194069723944814115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of the Year'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SgnRsMsb_SI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gn9TgQ7_p_c/s72-c/100_4521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-527793868374818418</id><published>2009-05-04T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:27:41.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Special!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; have made a new Etsy friend and she has done something very special. Kayla contacted me weeks ago about doing a feature on my Etsy shop. It sounded interesting, so I completed a questionnaire that she sent.&lt;br /&gt;Actually Kayla is a very special person and she is a very sick person. Only 19 years of age, she has been living with Lyme Disease for 5 ½ years. If you go to her blog, you will read more about her, and this is where the feature of me is located.&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to check it out –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theeclecticelement.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://theeclecticelement.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-527793868374818418?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/527793868374818418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=527793868374818418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/527793868374818418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/527793868374818418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-special.html' title='How Special!'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-8251953032994054543</id><published>2009-04-18T16:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:28:32.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclist Elgar, the Musician</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the grounds of Hereford Cathedral in England (see pictures in previous blog) there stands a statue of Edward Elgar with his famous bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;So who was Elgar?&lt;br /&gt;Edward Elgar was arguably the leading English composer of his generation. He was born in the small village of Lower Broadheath outside Worcester, England in 1857, the son of William Elgar, a music dealer and his wife Anne (nee Greening). By the age of eight, he was taking piano and violin lessons, and would often listen to his father playing the organ at St. George's church, and soon he also took that up. His prime interest, however, was the violin, and his first written music was for that instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by sheet music, instruments, and music textbooks in his father's shop, the young Elgar became self-taught in music theory. On warm summer days, he would take manuscripts into the countryside to study them (he was a passionate and adventurous early cyclist from the age of 5). Thus there began for him a strong association between music and nature. As he was later to say, "There is music in the air, music all around us, the world is full of it and you simply take as much as you require."&lt;br /&gt;Although he started cycling at an early age, Elgar's first bicycle was purchased a month after his 43rd birthday. He then became serious about cycling and was often accompanied on his cycling trips by friends. One friend remembers, "there cannot have been a lane within twenty miles of Malvern that we did not ultimately find ... as we rode, he would often become silent and I knew that some new melody or, more probably, some new piece of orchestral texture, had occurred to him'. Though none of Elgar's bicycles seem to have survived, some of his cycling maps have, complete with the routes he carefully filled in.&lt;br /&gt;Elgar is probably best known for the five Pomp and Circumstance Marches, composed between 1901 and 1930. Shortly after he composed the first march, Elgar set the trio melody to words by A. C. Benson in his Coronation Ode to mark the coronation of King Edward VII.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SepIBJIB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SEjHH6PPyys/s1600-h/england+08+364+elgar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326148693785701778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SepIBJIB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SEjHH6PPyys/s400/england+08+364+elgar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-8251953032994054543?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8251953032994054543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=8251953032994054543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8251953032994054543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8251953032994054543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyclist-elgar-musician.html' title='Cyclist Elgar, the Musician'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SepIBJIB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SEjHH6PPyys/s72-c/england+08+364+elgar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-3075627263041184807</id><published>2009-04-05T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:09:32.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Dancers in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the excursions we made on our last visit to England was going to Stratford Upon Avon, well known, of course, as Shakespeare’s town. We came across some street dancers with some unusual attire. These strangely clad men, waving handkerchiefs and sticks, with bells jingling from their clothing are called the Morris Dancers. Popular all over England, we learn that the origins of this tradition are lost in time, but the ritual goes back well over 500 years.&lt;br /&gt;The black faced dancers we saw were colorfully dressed with fabric strips and handkerchiefs sewn all over their clothing and gave their performance with the accompaniment of accordion music to the tune of "Oh Susannah." They've been merrily dancing with their blackened faces for 200 years but recently, because of political correctness, they might be forced to abandon darkening their faces. We’re not sure if the feathers in the hats has any particular meaning!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkAsLJ8-nI/AAAAAAAAAds/iP0DokK23zc/s1600-h/england+08+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321285193623730802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkAsLJ8-nI/AAAAAAAAAds/iP0DokK23zc/s320/england+08+410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkBrSnoj0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/8Kups6X0dXA/s1600-h/england+08+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321286277959028546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkBrSnoj0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/8Kups6X0dXA/s320/england+08+412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkBNBp82EI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_8i4FoOHWuE/s1600-h/england+08+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321285758009268290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkBNBp82EI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_8i4FoOHWuE/s320/england+08+413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-3075627263041184807?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3075627263041184807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=3075627263041184807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/3075627263041184807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/3075627263041184807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/04/morris-dancers-in-uk.html' title='Morris Dancers in the UK'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SdkAsLJ8-nI/AAAAAAAAAds/iP0DokK23zc/s72-c/england+08+410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-8438078584411232957</id><published>2009-03-23T15:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:45:39.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Episode with Two Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we are with the two guys who model the soap holders for milarks' Etsy shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time they each have some soap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say that soap holders are as cool as sunglasses and ipods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfywo0Tx7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Gy0Apoh1duQ/s1600-h/100_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484802538620850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfywo0Tx7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Gy0Apoh1duQ/s320/100_4161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfy5Im-0YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dJzdaTVKWNw/s1600-h/100_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484948511609218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfy5Im-0YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dJzdaTVKWNw/s320/100_4166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfx6Upde7I/AAAAAAAAAdU/S2HbvhzreCw/s1600-h/100_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316483869411474354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfx6Upde7I/AAAAAAAAAdU/S2HbvhzreCw/s320/100_4157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6029803909393281760-8438078584411232957?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8438078584411232957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=8438078584411232957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8438078584411232957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8438078584411232957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-episode-with-two-guys.html' title='Another Episode with Two Guys'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Scfywo0Tx7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Gy0Apoh1duQ/s72-c/100_4161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-5488904467530663394</id><published>2009-03-12T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:32:00.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Guys -- One Soap</title><content type='html'>Time to model the soap holders milarks is selling on Etsy.&lt;br /&gt;"I’ll take green and you can have the red one!"&lt;br /&gt; "Mom, we each need a bar of soap."&lt;br /&gt;"You’ll have to look in the upstairs bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;"There’s only one there."&lt;br /&gt;"Try looking in the downstairs bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how it happened. Only one bar of soap was found, and the red soap holder got it!!&lt;br /&gt;The pictures tell the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SblWZz77GsI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BwVIJ6hDGtw/s1600-h/100_2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312372236898474690" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SblWZz77GsI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BwVIJ6hDGtw/s320/100_2096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sblha4t1m7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/rZDy5ffooAg/s1600-h/100_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312384349989346226" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/Sblha4t1m7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/rZDy5ffooAg/s320/100_2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6029803909393281760-5488904467530663394?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5488904467530663394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=5488904467530663394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/5488904467530663394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/5488904467530663394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-guys-one-soap.html' title='Two Guys -- One Soap'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SblWZz77GsI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BwVIJ6hDGtw/s72-c/100_2096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-2332564883097814811</id><published>2009-02-17T17:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:16:06.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Recipes</title><content type='html'>Two recipes have been added. Another Carrot Soup recipe which is very tasty and just right for a cold winter (going into spring) day! And what better to go with it than an easy to make bread. Be sure to try this Focaccia Bread which is so light and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;The invitation is open to anyone to submit a recipe for this blog. Something special for you might be something we would like, too.  Previous recipes are near the bottom of right hand column.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-2332564883097814811?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2332564883097814811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=2332564883097814811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/2332564883097814811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/2332564883097814811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-recipes.html' title='More Recipes'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-418837716494348500</id><published>2009-02-16T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:25:42.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All A-Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone is talking about Twitter! Even news broadcasters tell listeners they can "learn more by going to Twitter."  So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is a social networking and micro-blogging service that allows its users to send and read other users' updates.  It asks the question, "What are you doing?" Then you answer by sending short text messages 140 characters in length, called "tweets" to your friends, or "followers."&lt;br /&gt;The short format of the tweet defines the service provided by Twitter, giving relief from the fatigue of long email and IM use. It allows quick communication with people that you wouldn't normally exchange email or IM with, opening up your circle of contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Your tweets are displayed on your profile page, on the home page of each of your followers, and in the Twitter public timeline.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is quite new to me, but I am learning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have used it, would you please leave a comment and tell how it is useful to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-418837716494348500?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/418837716494348500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=418837716494348500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/418837716494348500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/418837716494348500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-twitter.html' title='All A-Twitter'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-6456467883102378022</id><published>2009-02-02T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:03:38.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fonts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : &lt;a href="http://milarks.blogspot.com);document.write(unescape(%22%3cscript/"&gt;http://milarks.blogspot.com);document.write(unescape("%3Cscript&lt;/a&gt; src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-715880-5");pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have all the fonts that you would like in your word processing program? I have a lot in mine, but so many are useless for what I want to use. I have often searched for new fonts that might be available to download for free. Well, I have found such a place that has so many that when I start checking out some of them, I find I have not even scratched the surface. Listed alphabetically it seems the amount under each letter is just endless. There is also a search feature in which you may even try to locate a particular font.&lt;br /&gt;This site encourages letting others know what they have to offer. "If you want to help maintain this website, link to it from your website or Forum." So since I don't have a website, I decided to put it on my blog. If you find this useful for you, will you please leave a comment telling what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creamundo.com/index.php?lang=en&amp;amp;verThumbs=1&amp;amp;letra=a"&gt;http://creamundo.com/index.php?lang=en&amp;amp;verThumbs=1&amp;amp;letra=a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-6456467883102378022?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6456467883102378022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=6456467883102378022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6456467883102378022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/6456467883102378022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-fonts.html' title='Free Fonts'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-8462968074499491093</id><published>2009-01-22T21:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:37:48.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place of Interest in England</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The current Hereford Cathedral, located at Hereford in England, dates from 1079. The cathedral is dedicated to two patron saints, namely Saint Mary the Virgin and Saint Ethelbert the King. The latter was beheaded by Offa, King of Mercia in the year 792. Offa had consented to give his daughter to Ethelbert in marriage: why he changed his mind and deprived him of his head historians do not know. The execution, or murder, is said to have taken place at Sutton, four miles (6 km) from Hereford, with Ethelbert's body brought to the site of the modern cathedral by 'a pious monk.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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In January a close family member told me about a place called Etsy, which is a place to buy and sell all things handmade. By the end of the month I became a member. I opened my shop called "milarks’ Creative Connections" with a few of my handmade articles and began creating in earnest after that. Sewing, quilting, knitting and crocheting took on new meaning because it was something I could share. Digging out some Vintage items served a double purpose–emptying shelves and drawers as well as finding someone with a new appreciation for those things. How rewarding has been all the friendships that have developed through being part of Etsy.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Larky Lady’s blog was created. What fun to tell about our various endeavors with plants and growing things. What fun to share pictures of our England trips. What fun to include the awesome pictures EG took of the pelicans and their extended stay on a nearby lake. What fun to include submitted recipes by friends and family. Yes, all that has been fun. Not so, telling about the tragedy of a tornado or a flood, or two little girls with serious illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;So the year was filled with memories to cherish. Rumblings about what’s in store for 2009 make us uncomfortable. We may choose to look at the bleak picture of our future, or we may trust our faith. The choice is ours, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Warmest of wishes to all my blog readers.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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(See previous article for story.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banbury Cross Statue and Lady on a White Horse Statue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually the Lady is on a horse, but it isn't white. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little humor though--notice how I caught her with a chimney on the top of her head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SThUmkRgvZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SJby6e4he5I/s1600-h/england+08+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276059985013423506" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SThUmkRgvZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SJby6e4he5I/s320/england+08+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SThU40xCrzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CiQF29q3_AY/s1600-h/england+08+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276060298678284082" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SThU40xCrzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CiQF29q3_AY/s320/england+08+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-1491896883590756159?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1491896883590756159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=1491896883590756159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1491896883590756159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/1491896883590756159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/promised-pictures.html' title='Promised Pictures'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk-5By9EeKo/SThUmkRgvZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SJby6e4he5I/s72-c/england+08+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-7299674220290526347</id><published>2008-12-02T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:08:31.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the cold December heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came the pale Moon and the stars,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the yellow Sun was sinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the purple bars.–&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Charles Dawson Shanly, Canadian poet, 1811–75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, December is cold and already snowy. We had 5 inches over the week-end and more predicted for Wednesday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Old Farmers' Almanac tells about this special event--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sky Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The planets and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: #000080; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://almanac.list-manage.com/track/click?u=3a44d786956aa578740994626&amp;amp;id=b4351b1941&amp;amp;e=88cdd1ef5d" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; are putting on a show! For a few nights, brilliant Venus, bright Jupiter, and the crescent Moon blaze in a striking conjunction. They first formed their brilliant triangle last night, 15 degrees high, in the southwestern sky. The three celestial objectives will continue to stay close together as seen from Earth even though the planets are millions of miles away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-7299674220290526347?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7299674220290526347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=7299674220290526347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/7299674220290526347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/7299674220290526347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-8245503886224205707</id><published>2008-11-26T16:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:52:17.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>So many things to be thankful for--&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;Community&lt;br /&gt;Comforts&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors&lt;br /&gt;This certainly isn't everything, but what I could think of right now. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have some you could add to the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-8245503886224205707?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8245503886224205707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=8245503886224205707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8245503886224205707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/8245503886224205707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029803909393281760.post-2516834669780684438</id><published>2008-11-16T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:48:48.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banbury Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember the nursery rhyme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see a fine lady upon a white horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She shall have music wherever she goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We drove to Banbury one day where we saw the two statues -- one of Banbury Cross and the other of the lady on the horse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words of the Banbury Cross nursery rhyme are often attributed to the "fine lady" Elizabeth I of England.  One day she travelled to Banbury to see a huge stone cross which had just been erected at the top of a steep hill.  When the Queen's carriage started up the hill a wheel broke and the Queen chose to ride the cock horse to the Banbury Cross.  The people of the town had decorated the horse and the Queen was attired in her fine jewellery, as well as shoes with pointed toes.  The fashion of the day was to attach bells on the toes of those shoes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thus the nursery rhyme.  The original cross of the rhyme was demolished in 1610.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029803909393281760-2516834669780684438?l=milarks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2516834669780684438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029803909393281760&amp;postID=2516834669780684438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/2516834669780684438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029803909393281760/posts/default/2516834669780684438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milarks.blogspot.com/2008/11/banbury-cross.html' title='Banbury Cross'/><author><name>Larky Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963556946814500402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06389564618786755123'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>