<?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-29999213</id><updated>2011-08-31T16:25:16.809+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden at Crocker Croft</title><subtitle type='html'>The Bluegrass Region of Kentucky, U.S.A., is not the easiest place to garden, the climate being better for bluegrass and horses than gardeners.  Still, that is where this stubbornly determined person keeps trying.  Mostly about gardening, The Garden at Crocker Croft is a family oriented sharing, with kindred spirits, of thoughts, hopes, memories, and dreams; where critters, butterflies, and birds cross pages of flowers in scenic views,</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115108697513620354</id><published>2008-12-31T02:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:47:34.707+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><summary type='text'> In case you missed it, my interest is ...GARDENINGTalking about gardening Reading about gardening Writing about gardening Thinking about gardening Planning more gardens Dreaming about gardens Looking at gardens of others' Sharing information and ideas about the same. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115108697513620354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115108697513620354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-135502872760392000</id><published>2008-12-31T01:30:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:20:18.273+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,and his punishment isthat he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”(Oscar Wilde)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/135502872760392000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/135502872760392000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-6570676374830166013</id><published>2008-12-31T01:00:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:39:05.298+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life may not be the party we hoped for,but while we're here we should dance!"Author Unknown</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/6570676374830166013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/6570676374830166013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-may-not-be-party-we-hoped-for-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115258444852536393</id><published>2008-12-30T23:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:33:57.833+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Dance?</title><summary type='text'>Tony Cochran, creator of the comic strip "Agnes", on the subject of literacy: "Reading is like a dance with minds. It is sometimes an artful ballet, sometimes a passionate clutching, and sometimes it is piloting your barrel shaped balding Aunt Francis through a spirited toe crunching hokey-pokey. Don't go home without dancing. Read."  Shall we dance? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115258444852536393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115258444852536393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall We Dance?'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115379821294058431</id><published>2008-12-30T23:15:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:05:04.817+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Garden</title><summary type='text'>THE Lord God planted a gardenIn the first white days of the world,And He set there an angel wardenIn a garment of light enfurled.So near to the peace of Heaven,That the hawk might nest with the wren,For there in the cool of the evenGod walked with the first of men.And I dream that these garden-closesWith their shade and their sun-flecked sodAnd their lilies and bowers of roses,Were laid by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115379821294058431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115379821294058431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/gods-garden.html' title='God&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-116218659612344318</id><published>2008-12-30T23:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:04:10.659+05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Earth laughs in flowers."(Ralph Waldo Emerson)</title><summary type='text'>If you were to ask me what style is my garden, I would be very, very tempted to reply, "willy-nilly". To be honest I would need to say, no one style, but rather, an attempt for a mixture of 'cottage' and 'naturalized' - depending on which direction you are looking. And, further, it is primarily a spring garden. We are gradually adding more plants that flower in summer and autumn, but spring is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116218659612344318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116218659612344318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/earth-laughs-in-flowersralph-waldo.html' title='&quot;Earth laughs in flowers.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;(Ralph Waldo Emerson)'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115229788206913901</id><published>2008-12-30T23:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:03:20.434+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeeeee!</title><summary type='text'>Bis for ---BarbaraB...............BobbieB...............blossoms - - -butterfly - - - and bee.What about me! - Barbee'........I know where she hides the flowers!------       -------------Follow Me!                  -----------------------------------------------zz--zzz-----------(whisper!--------click bee!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115229788206913901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115229788206913901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/beeeeee.html' title='Beeeeee!'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115230926762116063</id><published>2007-12-30T00:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:49:03.860+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Path</title><summary type='text'> "If you'd have a mind at peace A heart that cannot harden Go find a door that opens wide Upon a beautiful garden." Author UnknownHello There! How nice of you to drop by.Life is busy here, but there is always time to stop, and stroll in the garden with a friend. Be alert, there is a cheeky little bee around here someplace.---------------------------------------------zz--zzz---zzzz----zzzzz-------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115230926762116063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115230926762116063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/garden-path.html' title='Garden Path'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115204760596691614</id><published>2007-12-29T23:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:17:36.026+05:00</updated><title type='text'>History Of the Garden</title><summary type='text'>My friends thought I was crazy for buying this property in 1989. But you see, I grew up on a farm and I wanted a farm. Husband/Best Friend/Main Photographer mostly lived in towns – he wanted no part of a farm! Crocker Croft was a compromise.I named our newly acquired home-place “Crocker Croft”, because it is a smallish property enclosed by the fences, trees and shrubbery of five other properties,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115204760596691614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115204760596691614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/history-of-garden.html' title='History Of the Garden'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115889488140236002</id><published>2007-12-29T10:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:18.745+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilac Cottage</title><summary type='text'>Lilac Cottage at Crocker CroftI usually write about the garden; this time, I think I will write about Lilac Cottage - the Cottage at Crocker Croft which I am happy to say has a long, large attached garage which is the center of my gardening operation.  There are no ancillary structures to store all the gardening tools and supplies, everything is right here in the large attached garage.  What I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115889488140236002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115889488140236002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/cottage.html' title='Lilac Cottage'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RgQ7O6Ui_iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ByFFjrGwps8/s72-c/HOUSE+THREE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115896181647077277</id><published>2007-12-28T23:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:19:21.750+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pet mullein plant</title><summary type='text'>I had never met Mullein up close until we moved to Crocker Croft. I’d seen it from afar as we drove along highways; it was quite noticeable. I remember seeing many plants of it one December as we traveled in Arizona. Near Flagstaff the tall dead plants were topped with deep caps of fresh snow; as we drew nearer to Tucson there was no more snow and they stood sere in the wintertime landscape - a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115896181647077277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115896181647077277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/12/pet-mullein-plant.html' title='The pet mullein plant'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-171293214014296861</id><published>2007-09-08T07:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:47:26.524+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm Saga An adventure I could have done without.</title><summary type='text'>Part One:What is that strange sound?!… (Answer) SilenceWhen we moved here there was dense shade from numerous large trees. Over the years the winter storms took their toll, but the worst was yet to come.It is 93 degrees F outside so it seems incongruous to write about this.  Let's hope remembering, writing and reading about the ice storm will have a cooling effect.It was Sunday, February 16, 2003</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/171293214014296861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/171293214014296861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/09/ice-storm-saga-adventure-i-could-have_08.html' title='Ice Storm Saga &lt;br /&gt;An adventure I could have done without.'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-5045523689578730801</id><published>2007-09-08T07:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:20.525+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm Saga An adventure I could have done without.</title><summary type='text'>Part Two of Three:What was happening…For a while people were dependent on battery-powered radios and the news was:  Everyone please stay put.  Don’t get out.  Churches are canceled. Couldn’t get there anyway – don’t try! All public gatherings were canceled.  News reporters were hoarse with the constant reading of long lists of cancellations.  If you are not an emergency worker, stay home!  I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5045523689578730801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5045523689578730801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/09/ice-storm-saga-adventure-i-could-have_6806.html' title='Ice Storm Saga &lt;br /&gt;An adventure I could have done without.'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RutQ4PprX1I/AAAAAAAAAig/-3C_qOPscTc/s72-c/023_19A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-7025442994339934378</id><published>2007-09-08T06:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:35:36.601+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm Saga An adventure I could have done without.</title><summary type='text'>Part Three of Three:The clean up…When we bought and moved to this property (October 1989) I knew it would be expensive to maintain, but I had no idea how expensive!Tree work for the thirteen years we had lived here already had cost me thousands of dollars, I have lost track of how many.  That is not even counting the garden expenses and supplies - plus: tools, 2 chipper machines, four lawn mowers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7025442994339934378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7025442994339934378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/09/ice-storm-saga-adventure-i-could-have_8324.html' title='Ice Storm Saga &lt;br /&gt;An adventure I could have done without.'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-116227456259302549</id><published>2006-06-27T23:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:25.770+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daffodils</title><summary type='text'>I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never- ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116227456259302549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116227456259302549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/daffodils.html' title='Daffodils'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RZ2xXoy_UdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8gO37jaFaS8/s72-c/Daffodil+hill+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-5825914796874268816</id><published>2006-06-26T10:35:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:09:24.628+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered Friends------Index------</title><summary type='text'>**Journaling About Birds**Birding - How It BeganCardinalis cardinalisHouse SparrowsBreakfast With a HawkOwlsMourning DovesFeathers and FurSoft SoundsFunny FeederPeople Making a Difference,  the San Francisco oil spill**Bird Sightings**Bird Sightings A - FBird Sightings G - RBird Sightings S - W, Plus: Hummer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5825914796874268816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5825914796874268816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/11/feathered-friends-index.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;------Index------'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-4486381495716937040</id><published>2006-06-26T10:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:27.099+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered FriendsCardinals</title><summary type='text'>Cardinalis cardinalisIn the U.S.A. the different states choose a state flower, a state bird, etc. to be representative of that state. For example: our Kentucky state flower is golden rod, state butterfly is the Viceroy, and state bird is the Northern Cardinal with the musical sounding scientific name Cardinalis cardinalis.More states have chosen the Cardinal for their own than any other bird </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4486381495716937040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4486381495716937040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/feathered-friends-1.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;Cardinals'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/Rjqcyqj5MdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vhqhBkE_i_k/s72-c/cardinal+male.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115086960818295034</id><published>2006-06-26T10:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:12:10.635+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered FriendsHouse Sparrows</title><summary type='text'>Journaling About Birds:November 9, 2005 - This morning I was in our local home-and-building-supply store, inside the store, not outdoors in the garden supply area. In the not too distant houseplants section, I could see a large flock of House Sparrows. Something was spilled on the floor and they were eating and flying about and perching up on the merchandise on the shelves, just chattering away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115086960818295034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115086960818295034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/feathered-friends.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;House Sparrows'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-7210943182420172753</id><published>2006-06-26T10:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:13:02.956+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered FriendsBreakfast With a Hawk</title><summary type='text'>Friday, September 01, 2006This morning during breakfast I sat at my usual place facing the window.   Suddenly I realized the light tan blob I was staring at over my coffee cup was a hawk sitting on the utility wires strung across the meadow and the bank down in the dell.  I was staring at a hawk and hadn't even realized it.  I focused.   I'd never seen one sitting there before.  Husband/Best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7210943182420172753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7210943182420172753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/05/feathered-friends-3-journaling-about.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast With a Hawk'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-5317858606257833615</id><published>2006-06-26T10:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:28.321+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered FriendsMourning Doves</title><summary type='text'>When we lived in our previous house, I used to watch birds from my kitchen-sink-window, which was second level up.  Utility lines ran through the pine trees at the foot of our back yard and mourning doves would line up along the wires as many as twenty at a time. Mourning doves are supposedly named for their “mournful sound”, but to me it is a soft, sweet, cooing sound.  They are softly colored, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5317858606257833615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5317858606257833615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/05/feathered-friends-4-journaling-about.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;Mourning Doves'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RktvPv6fwVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X4MOdbV5iH0/s72-c/dove+wings+part+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-1729431221211178667</id><published>2006-06-26T10:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:14:13.478+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered FriendsFeathers &amp; Fur</title><summary type='text'>Feathers and FurWe enjoyed visiting in the home of relatives several months ago.  Adding to the fun were their very entertaining pets: a parrot, a little lovebird, and a German Shorthaired Pointer named Harper.The lovebird is a sweet little thing.  When it is ready to go to sleep, it gets on top of the parrot and they snuggle together as they sleep.Harper reminds me of a human child in a dog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1729431221211178667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1729431221211178667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/feathered-friends-5-journaling-about.html' title='Feathered Friends&lt;br /&gt;Feathers &amp; Fur'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-5849496545886576280</id><published>2006-06-26T10:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:15:56.647+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathered Friends Another Oil Spill</title><summary type='text'>People Making a DifferenceThe San Francisco Oil Spill (November 2007)I am having difficulty reining in my thoughts and emotions and trying to stay off my soap box.  I will just post a link to another blog about people who are doing what they can to save innocent victims and mop up other people's mess.http://intbirdrescue.blogspot.com/ ____________ Back to Feathered Friends Index ____________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5849496545886576280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5849496545886576280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/10/feathered-friends-6-journaling-about.html' title='Feathered Friends &lt;br /&gt;Another Oil Spill'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115405263909311149</id><published>2006-06-26T10:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:18:28.788+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birding</title><summary type='text'>Birding Birding Birding Birding Birding Birding It all happened so quickly it took my breath! My resident flock of fat, well-fed mourning doves was minding its own business when suddenly out of nowhere, it seemed, struck a small hawk. Feathers flew.I never counted birds until that day - when I saw the very small hawk take a nice plump dove and strain to fly away with it. The hawk was so small and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115405263909311149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115405263909311149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/birding.html' title='Birding'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-8267210283476366460</id><published>2006-06-25T10:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:24:13.173+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owls</title><summary type='text'>November 2006I didn't sleep well last night. The owls kept me awake. I am so attuned to the sounds of nature, I doubt if I could sleep in a screened sleeping porch for the sounds would excite me and keep me awake, but I surely would like a chance to try. Always wanted a sleeping porch. Once air-conditioning arrived for houses, sleeping porches went out of style, went the way of the horse and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8267210283476366460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8267210283476366460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/owls.html' title='Owls'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-7895301967882792705</id><published>2006-06-25T09:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:28.581+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Sounds</title><summary type='text'>It is November 3, 2007.  Last night owls kept me awake awhile - again.  That soft cooing sound penetrated my dreams.  I drifted in and out.  Dreaming, I explained to someone that they were Great Horned Owls making that sound - calling.  It went on and on, with me drifting back to sleep between calls.  Then there it was again; I was hearing it again:  who, who-who, who, who.  It was the low </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7895301967882792705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/7895301967882792705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/11/soft-sounds.html' title='Soft Sounds'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/Ry9YV6z7HoI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qV6bNBm80Oc/s72-c/2007-03-13+pictures,+Crocker+Croft,+Lexington,+Kentucky,+trees+-+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-251581386679448297</id><published>2006-06-25T09:40:00.007+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:31.537+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Feeder</title><summary type='text'>We always wait until after the holidays to start feeding the birds.  By then everyone is settled down to stay awhile and the birds have eaten what they could find in the natural landscape.  Last year we had such a bad spring with yo-yoing temperatures and killing frosts there wasn't much food for wildlife.  Then come summertime, we had weeks of drought which did further destruction; there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/251581386679448297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/251581386679448297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-feeder.html' title='Funny Feeder'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/R9sAyceHQWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/2F99rOgPmqE/s72-c/junco+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115465250266434139</id><published>2006-06-24T10:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:03:55.578+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Sightings: S- W,   Plus: Hummer</title><summary type='text'>Sparrows:38. Chipping sparrow39. Field sparrow - 4/24/07 near to Garden Door40. House sparrow&lt;--41. Song sparrow42. White throat sparrow43. White crowned sparrow - 2/11/94 at squirrel feeder during an ice storm.44. Fox sparrow - 4/7/94 scratching in azalea's mulch outside bathroom window.45. Starling46. Swift: chimney swifts: A family with four young ones sat in a row on the utility service line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115465250266434139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115465250266434139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/bird-sightings-s-w-plus-hummer.html' title='Bird Sightings: S- W,   Plus: Hummer'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115465487614700850</id><published>2006-06-24T10:40:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:31.805+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Sightings G - R</title><summary type='text'>16. Geese: Jan. 22'90, 9 a.m.: Canada geese flew honking across the back yard past my bedroom window as I was waking. Noisy neighbors!17. Gnatcatcher- bluegray gnatcatcher 4/16/94, 6:30 p.m.: Going through the bushy branches of hackberry tree at kitchen window.18. Grackle &lt;&lt;--- 19. Grosbeak - Rose-breasted Grosbeak, male, 5/3/91: This morning as I first entered the kitchen I spied a male </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115465487614700850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115465487614700850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/bird-sightings-g-r.html' title='Bird Sightings G - R'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/SG5X1xeI4rI/AAAAAAAABO0/yM2toWzMMfE/s72-c/FEMALE+GROSBEAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115405813584235428</id><published>2006-06-24T10:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:56:46.805+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Sightings A - F</title><summary type='text'>(alphabetical, more or less)1. Blue jay Below2. Brown creeper3. Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis ... I love that name!) Cardinals: Male above Female to the Right4. Catbird 5/5/905. Cedar Waxwing, Below6. Chickadee (Carolina Chickadee)Above: Chickadee7. Cow bird: brown-headed cow bird 1/4/908. Crow9. Dove: mourning dove10. Ducks: Feb. 21,'90: Two mallards flew through trees over the dell.Apr. '92: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115405813584235428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115405813584235428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/bird-sightings-f.html' title='Bird Sightings A - F'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115280959444371234</id><published>2006-06-24T10:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:54:41.351+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeats' Complete Poem</title><summary type='text'>Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams. William Butler Yeats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115280959444371234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115280959444371234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeats-complete-poem.html' title='Yeats&apos; Complete Poem'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115102713017020494</id><published>2005-07-01T06:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:05:59.976+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand-doggies</title><summary type='text'>First there was beautiful Lady.And, handsome Murphy. They are both in doggie heaven now after being much loved.Then along came Gracey the home protector and four legged alarm.   And Jake, the fun guy.Guess who the newest member is.....Mia!Oh, yes, we also have six of thetwo legged type of grandchildren - all ages.Hello! My name is Sparkle!Feed me a treat.And look in my More box for my toy.Let's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115102713017020494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115102713017020494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/07/grand-doggies.html' title='Grand-doggies'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-4826745272850963304</id><published>2005-01-05T09:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:54:33.750+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Armonica, a Musical Instrument</title><summary type='text'>January 2007Armonica,a Musical InstrumentOne of our granddaughters sent me the following link to a delightful web site. I enjoyed learning about this historic musical instrument and playing with it on the interactive web page. Give it a look; you might enjoy it, too. Angelic sounds are created by Cecilia Gniewek Brauer on this instrument.Her home pagehttp://www.gigmasters.com/armonica/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4826745272850963304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4826745272850963304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/armonica-musical-instrument.html' title='Armonica, a Musical Instrument'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-5926924219594364872</id><published>2005-01-05T08:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:51:40.321+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts About Gifts</title><summary type='text'>January 2007THOUGHTS ABOUT GIFTSHow sweet the memory of a gift. Sweeter still the memory of the giver.Having just passed through a season of gift giving, my thoughts still linger on the subject. Whether it is fun and thoughtful gifts given and received among us, or another kind, they are all precious, and they are all blessings.What fun we all had in the spirit of Christmas with the planning, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5926924219594364872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/5926924219594364872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/thoughts-about-gifts.html' title='Thoughts About Gifts'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-8533754397012849101</id><published>2005-01-05T08:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:32.046+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!!!</title><summary type='text'>January 2007Celebration!!!Thank you for all your recent sweet, thoughtful messages. And, Holiday Greetings to all of you who celebrate at this time of year! I have been away for a while enjoying our holidays, holiday travel, and a BIG Celebration! We celebrate Thanksgiving Day in November; Christmas in December; then right on its heels comes the New Year Celebration. Extra busy, this time of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8533754397012849101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8533754397012849101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/celebration.html' title='Celebration!!!'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/Rb0Zu-oRyRI/AAAAAAAAADA/PYWtriOpdK0/s72-c/ANNIVERSARY+PARTY+FOR+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-1696048190692217397</id><published>2005-01-05T08:15:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:47:55.910+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><summary type='text'>January 2005Phantom of the OperaEveryone else has been back to work and school. What has Barbee' been doing? By the time we arrived home from all our Christmas travels, Younger Son and I were sick of flu-like viruses. (We're still coughing.) He soon continued to New York. I was glad I had reached the end of my trip for all I could do was sit with a box of tissues, sniff, sneeze, cough, blow, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1696048190692217397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1696048190692217397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115090568471844192</id><published>2005-01-05T08:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:42:02.783+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Subject</title><summary type='text'>-----INDEX------Phantom of the OperaCelebration!!!Thoughts About GiftsArmonica, a Musical InstrumentDeep In Books</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115090568471844192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115090568471844192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/off-subject_05.html' title='Off the Subject'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115361223375762986</id><published>2005-01-05T07:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:05:01.167+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><summary type='text'>By Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth's flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.Alfred </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115361223375762986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115361223375762986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-8358794781048196938</id><published>2005-01-04T17:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:39:04.483+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep In Books</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I have been away awhile, physically part of the time, mentally most of the time.As usual we spent the holidays with our grandchildren - oh, and, yes, their parents, too.  I am fortunate to have Younger Son and Husband/Best Friend/Chief Photographer who do all the driving when we travel.  That way I get to read all the way.I travel with a book bag supplied with plenty of reading material</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8358794781048196938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8358794781048196938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2005/01/deep-in-books.html' title='Deep In Books'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115086615074487026</id><published>2004-04-24T09:00:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:32.463+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><summary type='text'>"All that mankind has done, thought, gained or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books."Thomas Carlyle Journaling About BooksApril 9, 2007I am going to "fudge" (cheat) a little today; instead of writing about a book, I am writing about my favorite magazine:Those of you who know me well already know I treasure “Horticulture" magazine.   Several years ago a friend gave me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115086615074487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115086615074487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RhpZWFPkCYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XjZWoOmLtjo/s72-c/HORTMAG++CLOSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-4788724373953348251</id><published>2004-04-23T02:05:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:43:03.617+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips Index</title><summary type='text'>Tulips Part One - Springs of YoreTulips Part Two - My InspirationTulips Part Three - Letters of Two GardenersTulips Part Four - We Have Tulips!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4788724373953348251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4788724373953348251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/index-of-tulip-posts.html' title='Tulips Index'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-3804881437670772674</id><published>2004-04-23T02:00:00.010+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:32.657+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips Part One - Springs of Yore</title><summary type='text'>Occasionally someone will ask me what is my favorite flower.  I used to be uncomfortable with that and say I did not have a favorite.  It was too much like asking me which was my favorite child – there is no such thing!  Before my gardening days when our children were small and still sat with me in church, I remember the feeling, during those rare relatively quiet, relaxing minutes, that I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/3804881437670772674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/3804881437670772674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/springs-of-yore.html' title='Tulips Part One - Springs of Yore'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/R-FrOcCRruI/AAAAAAAAA_4/MA3tV3-Ld2g/s72-c/100-0072_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-4085883994168588831</id><published>2004-04-23T01:45:00.018+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:33.527+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips Part Two - My Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>I would like to talk to you about tulips.In my hometown when I was young (the 1940’s and 50’s) there was a family of adult brothers and sisters named Freed who lived in a large, two-story, white, clapboard, late 19th-century Victorian home that was built after the Civil War by Julius Freed, a dry goods storeowner.  The family store was still in business and run by the Freed family.  The Freed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4085883994168588831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4085883994168588831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/tulips-part-two.html' title='Tulips Part Two - &lt;br /&gt;My Inspiration'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/R-fQpsCRrxI/AAAAAAAABAU/J9liYKmgenE/s72-c/WHITE+ROWPLUS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-1273278646188546191</id><published>2004-04-23T01:30:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:44:13.026+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips Part Three - Letters of Two Gardeners</title><summary type='text'>I write this in hopes that this information and my experiences with planting bulbs will be of some help to others.Summer, 2005, I decided I wanted - no needed - more tulips. I knew they needed to be planted in late summertime or in autumn before the fall rains began – late September or early October is usually best for me - but that is the driest period here. Besides, we had drought that summer, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1273278646188546191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1273278646188546191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/tulips-part-three-letters-of-two.html' title='Tulips Part Three - &lt;br /&gt;Letters of Two Gardeners'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-197030585261794213</id><published>2004-04-23T01:00:00.017+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:35.744+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips Part Four - We Have Tulips!</title><summary type='text'>Spring 2006Our retired neighborhood curmudgeon, who lives across the street, is also the neighborhood watch person.  He sits out in a comfortable spot where neighbors tend to gravitate to visit with him.  He hears about what is going on.  He drives through the neighborhood once a day and keeps an eye on everything.Sitting out-of-doors across the street he has a clear view of what is going on over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/197030585261794213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/197030585261794213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/tulips-part-four-we-have-tulips.html' title='Tulips Part Four - &lt;br /&gt;We Have Tulips!'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/R-5XzsCRr0I/AAAAAAAABAs/bni3vISIZeM/s72-c/FOG+NOFOG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-116193283643648356</id><published>1990-10-27T11:30:00.008+05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:00:14.833+05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Links/Blog Roll</title><summary type='text'>More Links/Blog RollNew in 2008 *These are links to web sites I visitfrequently and would like to share with you.General Interest sites have links coveringvarious subjects such as travel, recipes,technical assistance with blogs,senior bloggers, and more.Blogger status for realCharlotte's StoriesGoodness and GraciousnessOnce Upon Forever (The Blog)Once Upon Forever (The Web Site)Roberto's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116193283643648356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/116193283643648356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1990/10/more-linksblog-roll.html' title='More Links/Blog Roll'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-4197105336773023415</id><published>1987-09-26T20:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:43:54.815+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reading Mother</title><summary type='text'>by Strickland GillilanI HAD A MOTHER who read to meSagas of pirates who scoured the sea,Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.I had a Mother who read me laysOf ancient and gallant and golden days;Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,Which every boy has a right to know.I had a Mother who read me talesOf Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,True to his trust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4197105336773023415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/4197105336773023415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1987/09/reading-mother.html' title='The Reading Mother'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-8522562239463888855</id><published>1987-09-25T03:47:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:38.894+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrace + Rockery</title><summary type='text'> Headed to the RockeryWe have to go around the curve and down.There used to be a downhill footpath into the dell. Abouthalf way down and on the right-hand side there is a stone outcrop, a reminder, this used to be a limestone quarry.On top of it is a flat area with a very thin layer of soil. Flat enough that we could put a bench there for anyone with time enough to sit and enjoy the view. (The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8522562239463888855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/8522562239463888855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2007/08/terrace-rockery.html' title='Terrace + Rockery'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RspHx7ZmI4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xE8L1xzeL3c/s72-c/Headed+for+the+Rockery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-2881166283046683876</id><published>1987-09-24T12:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:39.505+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses</title><summary type='text'>If you have read my posts in “History of the Garden”, you know that when we moved here horses used to look at me over the fence.   There were horses on one side, and on the other, up the street a few properties away there were, and still are, more horses.  I occasionally hear them whinny.  Several streets in Lexington are named for famous horses, right in there along with those named for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/2881166283046683876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/2881166283046683876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1987/09/horses.html' title='Horses'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j9qkcWnmGs/RwaxBj44wnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ePjbnjJJN-8/s72-c/horse+dim+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-3387541315373355593</id><published>1987-09-23T22:33:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:36:09.977+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blotanical</title><summary type='text'>Hello spring, the time for digging is finally here!  Still too wet out there?  Do as I do, plow through the Internet watching for blogs and web sites about gardens, gardening, and other gardeners.  That is the greatest time evaporator I have ever seen.During my recent digging explorations I hit pay dirt: gold in the form of the web site Blotanical.  I will never have to search for gardening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/3387541315373355593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/3387541315373355593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1987/09/blotanical.html' title='Blotanical'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-6219681824623171398</id><published>1987-09-23T03:45:00.008+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:19:41.327+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of the Dogwood Tree</title><summary type='text'>      Legend of the Dogwood TreeJesus was crucified on a cross of dogwood timbers.God said from that day forever the dogwood trees would never again grow large enough to make timbers that could be used for that purpose.  The dogwoods became small trees growing in the understory.The flower of the dogwood has four petals in the shape of a cross.At the tip of each petal is a stain where the spike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/6219681824623171398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/6219681824623171398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1987/09/legend-of-dogwood-tree.html' title='Legend of the Dogwood Tree'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEsiws_g_8s/SBoofltNZCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gHy7k_eF4bQ/s72-c/TWELVE+DOGWOOD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-1474935159515947295</id><published>1987-09-22T03:57:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:02:09.787+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Crawlies</title><summary type='text'>  Just a short entry to document some critters that I had never seen before, and to share the names and addresses of two very good web sites about such things.These fellows are enjoying our wild goldenrod.  I have seen black wasp looking things before, but what is that pretty insect on the left!Ailanthus Webworm Moth (Atteva punctella)I identified it by going to this great web site: Bug Guide.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1474935159515947295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/1474935159515947295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/1987/09/creepy-crawlies.html' title='Creepy Crawlies'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEsiws_g_8s/SLB8mGJBfbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/g9NsGK3Ikqw/s72-c/COLORFUL+BUG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29999213.post-115696879125371834</id><published>1986-04-24T08:00:00.040+05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:14:11.590+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New This Week</title><summary type='text'>JAPANESE TOMATO RING is a popular topic: click here to read instructions for how to build one.If you arrived here by search engine such as Google or Yahoo!, your topic may be farther down on this page. Scroll down and click on the link to your search topic.NEW POSTS...Most new posts will now be found on Barbee's Blog.Feel free to visit there:http://barbeeslog.blogspot.com-------------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115696879125371834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29999213/posts/default/115696879125371834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardenat.blogspot.com/2004/04/whats-new-this-week.html' title='What&apos;s New This Week'/><author><name>Barbee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369121682874102420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7348/3201/1600/100-0036xxx_IMG.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
