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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRX47eip7ImA9WhRUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977</id><updated>2012-01-20T11:51:24.002-05:00</updated><category term="York" /><category term="Reading.Library" /><category term="Personal" /><category term="Summer" /><category term="Country" /><category term="Reading" /><category term="Wild Roses" /><category term="Celebrations" /><category term="Award" /><category term="New Year" /><category term="Remembrance" /><category term="Midwifery" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Gifts" /><category term="NaBloPoMo" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Memories" /><category term="Thanksgiving" /><category term="Fireworks" /><category term="Searching" /><category term="Drama" /><category term="Reflections" /><category term="Nostalgia" /><category term="Environment" /><category term="Gardens" /><category term="Nativity" /><category term="Days Out" /><category term="iPod" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Ontario" /><category term="Sailing" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Canada" /><category term="History" /><category term="Yorkshire" /><category term="Spring" /><category term="Neighbourhood" /><category term="Scents of Home" /><category term="News" /><category term="Sewing" /><category term="Chocolate" /><category term="Baking" /><category term="Nature" /><category term="Nova Scotia" /><category term="Cooking" /><category term="Coastal living" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Home-making" /><category term="Advent" /><category term="Winter" /><category term="Library" /><category term="Guy Fawkes" /><category term="Earth Day" /><category term="Cape Breton" /><category term="Autumn" /><category term="Cross-stitch" /><category term="Knitting" /><category term="Welcome" /><category term="Gratitude" /><category term="Flowers" /><category term="Hallowe'en" /><category term="Snow" /><category term="Candlemas" /><category term="gardening" /><category term="Journal" /><category term="Seasons" /><category term="Time" /><category term="Thrifting" /><category term="Easter" /><category term="Recipes" /><category term="Fairies" /><category term="North Yorkshire" /><category term="Giveaway" /><category term="Movies" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="Dreams" /><category term="Education" /><category term="Blog" /><category term="Books" /><title>Dreaming Of Wild Roses</title><subtitle type="html">Seasonal living ~ Crafting ~ Scents of home ~ Living the Dream</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>443</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DreamingOfWildRoses" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="dreamingofwildroses" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMFSH8-fyp7ImA9WhRVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-5383199196627788792</id><published>2012-01-08T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:26:59.157-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T05:26:59.157-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Winter</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4IacAgsShY/TwlpIEQLPnI/AAAAAAAAE0s/xxHW3ESXKmQ/s1600/DSCF0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4IacAgsShY/TwlpIEQLPnI/AAAAAAAAE0s/xxHW3ESXKmQ/s320/DSCF0727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A Winter walk when the landscape is blanketed in snow.&amp;nbsp; Nature sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3PjPDp0GIo/TwlpP6dmNoI/AAAAAAAAE00/YwIJ9fWkGUY/s1600/DSCF0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3PjPDp0GIo/TwlpP6dmNoI/AAAAAAAAE00/YwIJ9fWkGUY/s320/DSCF0728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The sky has that slightly leaden look, though on this day, the sun did put in a brief appearance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My apologies for not blogging in recent months.&amp;nbsp; I do appreciate your visits and comments, but life has been so busy, particularly at work that I have not had time to catch up with you all.&amp;nbsp; The coming weeks are going to be even more hectic as I study for an important course, which I take next month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy the quiet days of Winter and I will see you all soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year and may 2012 be filled with peace, joy and special moments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-5383199196627788792?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5383199196627788792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=5383199196627788792" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5383199196627788792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5383199196627788792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter.html" title="Winter" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4IacAgsShY/TwlpIEQLPnI/AAAAAAAAE0s/xxHW3ESXKmQ/s72-c/DSCF0727.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHQ3o8eCp7ImA9WhRWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-1491024411471348406</id><published>2011-12-31T07:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:28:52.470-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T06:28:52.470-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Country" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>White Christmas</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEEykfkZ4u0/TwBPx3i7XkI/AAAAAAAAEz8/_bs9QsNOcE4/s1600/DSCF0722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEEykfkZ4u0/TwBPx3i7XkI/AAAAAAAAEz8/_bs9QsNOcE4/s320/DSCF0722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The snow that started on 23rd December continued throughout Christmas Eve, so we awoke to a white Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We decided to get warmly dressed and go for a walk in the woods behind our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ20LshO2EE/TwBP9Z45PEI/AAAAAAAAE0E/4x58508aa64/s1600/DSCF0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ20LshO2EE/TwBP9Z45PEI/AAAAAAAAE0E/4x58508aa64/s320/DSCF0724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The branches of the trees were heavily laden with snow, which bent many of them to the ground.&amp;nbsp; There were no human footprints along the trail, though we did see some animal prints, possibly deer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The woods were silent and it was easy to imagine how people can wander off and get lost.&amp;nbsp; Although we were following a cleared trail in the daylight,&amp;nbsp; much of this&amp;nbsp;part of Nova Scotia is wilderness where there are no roads or trails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UhhI62QFJ4/TwBQnP6jW0I/AAAAAAAAE0k/Q0rNLy-RVHg/s1600/DSCF0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UhhI62QFJ4/TwBQnP6jW0I/AAAAAAAAE0k/Q0rNLy-RVHg/s320/DSCF0735.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We found some deep untouched snow and I made my first snow angel!!!&amp;nbsp; I've never done a snow angel before in my entire life.....better late than never!&amp;nbsp; The walk was exhilerating, mainly due to the fact that the outward part was all uphill, but it was lovely to&amp;nbsp;return to the warmth of home and put our feet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-1491024411471348406?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1491024411471348406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=1491024411471348406" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1491024411471348406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1491024411471348406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-christmas.html" title="White Christmas" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEEykfkZ4u0/TwBPx3i7XkI/AAAAAAAAEz8/_bs9QsNOcE4/s72-c/DSCF0722.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFRH49eyp7ImA9WhRWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-8017756898354264210</id><published>2011-12-29T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:30:15.063-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T15:30:15.063-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coastal living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Country" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>A Maritime Christmas</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZW1N2sMIiY/Tvh9SmWE6uI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/X10N5tN6UX8/s1600/DSCF0666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZW1N2sMIiY/Tvh9SmWE6uI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/X10N5tN6UX8/s320/DSCF0666.JPG" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas 2011 ~ our first Christmas in the Maritimes and also our first country Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The tree was much larger than&amp;nbsp;anticipated after I ordered one around 5-6 feet.&amp;nbsp; The one that was delivered actually measured 8 feet, so we had to shorten it to get it in our living room ~ we had branches and sawdust everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUmuylGBlJ0/Tvh9aJJZiBI/AAAAAAAAEyY/d4UeS3QMPJs/s1600/DSCF0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUmuylGBlJ0/Tvh9aJJZiBI/AAAAAAAAEyY/d4UeS3QMPJs/s320/DSCF0667.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought some new Christmas ornaments to adorn our tree during a visit to Halifax: Santa and Rudolph adorning a lighthouse with lights and Santa in a rowing boat full of gifts (sorry that the photo is a bit dark).&lt;br /&gt;
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This country Christmas bauble is another new addition.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyXZvO4AbCQ/Tvh9lg_iBkI/AAAAAAAAEyo/a5eIFMiV0OE/s1600/DSCF0669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyXZvO4AbCQ/Tvh9lg_iBkI/AAAAAAAAEyo/a5eIFMiV0OE/s320/DSCF0669.JPG" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And how could I resist this adorable snowman and his gingerbread companion?&amp;nbsp; Let It Snow is one saying that we didn't need this year ~ we had lots of it and I will share some photos next time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq5Mxt_rmVs/Tvh9uFelIyI/AAAAAAAAEyw/D5uEGmSosMw/s1600/DSCF0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq5Mxt_rmVs/Tvh9uFelIyI/AAAAAAAAEyw/D5uEGmSosMw/s320/DSCF0673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pykfpV3I1I/Tvh92nmY-bI/AAAAAAAAEy4/lxNICy32Urs/s1600/DSCF0674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pykfpV3I1I/Tvh92nmY-bI/AAAAAAAAEy4/lxNICy32Urs/s320/DSCF0674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally started my Christmas Memories book, which I've been saving for far too long.&amp;nbsp; I've always intended to save memories from our Christmases, but never seemed to find the time. &amp;nbsp;After unintentionally wiping the hard drive of our computer this summer, I realise the importance of saving digital photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-8017756898354264210?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8017756898354264210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=8017756898354264210" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8017756898354264210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8017756898354264210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/maritime-christmas.html" title="A Maritime Christmas" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZW1N2sMIiY/Tvh9SmWE6uI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/X10N5tN6UX8/s72-c/DSCF0666.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcESHo8fCp7ImA9WhRXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-3074439788096870295</id><published>2011-12-24T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:00:09.474-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T12:00:09.474-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Christmas Eve</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It started with light snowfall yesterday morning and continued throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; By late afternoon, there was a blanket of white and people were hurrying home.&amp;nbsp; This was the view from our window as night fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxTmWMNtzIA/TvX_VURVBxI/AAAAAAAAExU/zObDH2fiMCA/s1600/DSCF0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxTmWMNtzIA/TvX_VURVBxI/AAAAAAAAExU/zObDH2fiMCA/s320/DSCF0689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The snow continued overnight and Christmas Eve morning dawned a dull grey.&amp;nbsp; The garden had been transformed overnight and there was a hushed stillness to the landscape; what sounds there were being muffled by the winter blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNXbYxkA1Wg/TvX_vbVjobI/AAAAAAAAExs/x5PsS7DCN08/s1600/DSCF0698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNXbYxkA1Wg/TvX_vbVjobI/AAAAAAAAExs/x5PsS7DCN08/s320/DSCF0698.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the view of our house from the end of the driveway.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, we were able to get out without waiting for the plough to come and clear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVIst-l0Yo/TvX__Bf4qwI/AAAAAAAAEx8/1apYviAWhqM/s1600/DSCF0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVIst-l0Yo/TvX__Bf4qwI/AAAAAAAAEx8/1apYviAWhqM/s320/DSCF0705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trees are heavily laden with snow now and we are planning a walk this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; We are certainly having a white Christmas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuccTA1nYgI/TvYAHIRe-II/AAAAAAAAEyE/cV56gRxL1cc/s1600/DSCF0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuccTA1nYgI/TvYAHIRe-II/AAAAAAAAEyE/cV56gRxL1cc/s320/DSCF0711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that remains is to wish each one of my readers a very Merry Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May this season be filled with peace and joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/8228459937826366977-3074439788096870295?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3074439788096870295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=3074439788096870295" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/3074439788096870295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/3074439788096870295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html" title="Christmas Eve" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxTmWMNtzIA/TvX_VURVBxI/AAAAAAAAExU/zObDH2fiMCA/s72-c/DSCF0689.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQn05eip7ImA9WhRRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-6244728739279657076</id><published>2011-11-30T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:40:03.322-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T06:40:03.322-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Journal" /><title>NaBloPoMo 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fds2FBYATFU/TtYVmByjWAI/AAAAAAAAExA/5DHZQpFE_1s/s1600/DSCF0621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fds2FBYATFU/TtYVmByjWAI/AAAAAAAAExA/5DHZQpFE_1s/s320/DSCF0621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again this year, I set myself the NaBloPoMo Challenge to blog every day for a whole month.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At this time of the year, I often find myself wondering why I blog and what to write about, so this challenge gives my blog new impetus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I blog because I like to write and my blog is a visual journal which I can look back on from time to time and remind myself of some of my&amp;nbsp;achievements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those of you who shared this journey, thank you for being there and for making it all worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-6244728739279657076?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6244728739279657076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=6244728739279657076" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6244728739279657076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6244728739279657076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-2011_30.html" title="NaBloPoMo 2011" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fds2FBYATFU/TtYVmByjWAI/AAAAAAAAExA/5DHZQpFE_1s/s72-c/DSCF0621.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECRX46fip7ImA9WhRRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-373644825387501948</id><published>2011-11-29T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:14:24.016-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T05:14:24.016-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>A Little Celebration</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxrfvgVQXgI/TtQQBY5CuOI/AAAAAAAAEwk/ChA3jcW_kdM/s1600/DSCF0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxrfvgVQXgI/TtQQBY5CuOI/AAAAAAAAEwk/ChA3jcW_kdM/s320/DSCF0619.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Need I say more?&amp;nbsp; Yes, I passed the exam that I went all that way to Vancouver to write last month.&amp;nbsp; I got my results yesterday along with this card from my husband, a beautiful red rose and a chocolate cake!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLtXJoBTtLE/TtSv3JG0XuI/AAAAAAAAEw0/TovICix9nL8/s1600/DSCF0624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLtXJoBTtLE/TtSv3JG0XuI/AAAAAAAAEw0/TovICix9nL8/s320/DSCF0624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-373644825387501948?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/373644825387501948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=373644825387501948" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/373644825387501948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/373644825387501948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-celebration.html" title="A Little Celebration" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxrfvgVQXgI/TtQQBY5CuOI/AAAAAAAAEwk/ChA3jcW_kdM/s72-c/DSCF0619.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BRXwzfip7ImA9WhRRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-5387625059676554630</id><published>2011-11-28T05:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T05:07:34.286-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T05:07:34.286-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yorkshire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><title>Thought For The Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWEyy2WkbyQ/TtNdSjCiSAI/AAAAAAAAEwc/mC_sZpWHIc4/s1600/148175_1735408503061_1174027539_1932158_4061413_n-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWEyy2WkbyQ/TtNdSjCiSAI/AAAAAAAAEwc/mC_sZpWHIc4/s320/148175_1735408503061_1174027539_1932158_4061413_n-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'If home is the magnetic north of the heart, then all journeys eventually become a circle.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will Ferguson (1964 -)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Photo: Malhamdale, North Yorkshire in Winter, courtesy of my little sister.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-5387625059676554630?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5387625059676554630/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=5387625059676554630" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5387625059676554630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5387625059676554630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/thought-for-day_28.html" title="Thought For The Day" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWEyy2WkbyQ/TtNdSjCiSAI/AAAAAAAAEwc/mC_sZpWHIc4/s72-c/148175_1735408503061_1174027539_1932158_4061413_n-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABR3o8eip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-4420828733927646378</id><published>2011-11-27T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:15:56.472-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T18:15:56.472-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Advent ~ 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5A0-__bFno/TtLBstagrHI/AAAAAAAAEwE/l9Xqnrdhva4/s1600/DSCF0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5A0-__bFno/TtLBstagrHI/AAAAAAAAEwE/l9Xqnrdhva4/s320/DSCF0614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A single light shines in the darkness.&amp;nbsp; The first candle stands for hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-4420828733927646378?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4420828733927646378/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=4420828733927646378" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/4420828733927646378?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/4420828733927646378?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/advent-week-one.html" title="Advent ~ 1" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5A0-__bFno/TtLBstagrHI/AAAAAAAAEwE/l9Xqnrdhva4/s72-c/DSCF0614.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQX4yfSp7ImA9WhRRE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-6123612184651291343</id><published>2011-11-26T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:05:00.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T12:05:00.095-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baking" /><title>Anyone For Tea?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJKuLo6gs8/Tr6nY6AyKBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/074UfVXEfDs/s1600/019-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJKuLo6gs8/Tr6nY6AyKBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/074UfVXEfDs/s320/019-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon tea is one tradition that I would like to revive if I had the time to sit down in the afternoon and enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; Even as an occasional treat, I believe that there is little better than freshly baked scones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_HVAhRDsak/Tr6naAcAimI/AAAAAAAAEpk/40sWdqpK3Xo/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_HVAhRDsak/Tr6naAcAimI/AAAAAAAAEpk/40sWdqpK3Xo/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a foray into Halifax a month or so ago, my husband discovered clotted cream.&amp;nbsp; In all the years that I've lived in Canada, I had never seen real English Clotted Cream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In combination with his favourite Bonne Maman Strawberry Jam, these didn't last&amp;nbsp;long!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-6123612184651291343?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6123612184651291343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=6123612184651291343" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6123612184651291343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6123612184651291343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/anyone-for-tea.html" title="Anyone For Tea?" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJKuLo6gs8/Tr6nY6AyKBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/074UfVXEfDs/s72-c/019-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQXg-cSp7ImA9WhRREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-8600797106065510082</id><published>2011-11-25T07:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:48:00.659-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T07:48:00.659-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow" /><title>Falling Snow</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc7IrYYuiGQ/Ts6DZM7ePWI/AAAAAAAAEvc/3Qsgu5AxfY8/s1600/DSCF0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc7IrYYuiGQ/Ts6DZM7ePWI/AAAAAAAAEvc/3Qsgu5AxfY8/s320/DSCF0590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;See the pretty snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Falling from the sky;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;On the wall and housetops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Soft and thick they lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6KCi1PmJj0/Ts6DbMuehjI/AAAAAAAAEvk/5v4Wi-g0Zcg/s1600/DSCF0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6KCi1PmJj0/Ts6DbMuehjI/AAAAAAAAEvk/5v4Wi-g0Zcg/s320/DSCF0595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;On the window ledges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;On the branches bare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Now how fast they gather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Filling all the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Look into the garden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Where the grass was green;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Covered by the snowflakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Not a blade is seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Now the bare black bushes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;All look soft and white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Every twig is laden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;What a pretty sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-8600797106065510082?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8600797106065510082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=8600797106065510082" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8600797106065510082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8600797106065510082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-snow.html" title="Falling Snow" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc7IrYYuiGQ/Ts6DZM7ePWI/AAAAAAAAEvc/3Qsgu5AxfY8/s72-c/DSCF0590.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AR3kyfip7ImA9WhRREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-6280904973445881155</id><published>2011-11-24T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:47:26.796-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-24T12:47:26.796-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow" /><title>Digging Out</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvylVO8We6E/Ts5_KhwPeXI/AAAAAAAAEuM/i_Yd03vx-7o/s1600/DSCF0579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvylVO8We6E/Ts5_KhwPeXI/AAAAAAAAEuM/i_Yd03vx-7o/s320/DSCF0579.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The snow started yesterday lunchtime and by late afternoon, it was beginning to change the appearance of the landscape.&amp;nbsp; It was already getting dark by 4 p.m.&amp;nbsp; After the storm warnings began yesterday morning, most people were heading home early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg4O4OcUzbM/Ts5_MdJOnPI/AAAAAAAAEuU/wf0UXC-fejw/s1600/DSCF0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg4O4OcUzbM/Ts5_MdJOnPI/AAAAAAAAEuU/wf0UXC-fejw/s320/DSCF0584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;By evening, the blanket of snow was getting deeper.&amp;nbsp; The forecast was for up to 35 cm by morning.&amp;nbsp; I headed for bed and laid awake listening to the storm battering the windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No sun this morning, just a bleak winter dawn.&amp;nbsp; The photographs have a monochrome appearance due to the poor light.&amp;nbsp; Everywhere we looked, we saw snow ~ far more than would normally be expected at this time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The digging out began.&amp;nbsp; The first job was to actually get out of the door, which was easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; The problem with screen doors is that they open outwards, which is difficult when snow is piled up against them.&amp;nbsp; We resorted to using the normally unused door at the front and managed to force our way out through a crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to give my photographs some perspective, so I took this one of my foot and leg in the snow on the garden.&amp;nbsp; As you can imagine, walking in this is very difficult.&amp;nbsp; Also, it proved impossible to stay dry, as snow found its way inside my waterproof trousers and boots....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I found the other door and then it was a matter of digging a hole to access it.&amp;nbsp; We had a lot of digging to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the way along past our two cars and still the driveway is a long way from reach.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, that's the driveway and no, we didn't shovel our way down it.&amp;nbsp; At present, we are snowed in awaiting a plough.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure that we will even be able to get out by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6PYOIIsDnI/Ts5_bI-nZTI/AAAAAAAAEvM/R9KJZiD0gc4/s1600/DSCF0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6PYOIIsDnI/Ts5_bI-nZTI/AAAAAAAAEvM/R9KJZiD0gc4/s320/DSCF0601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At least we can now access our door and get in and out without wading through a snowdrift.&amp;nbsp; If we get any more snow, I'm not sure where we are going to put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It may not officially be winter, but try telling that to those of us living on the east coast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-6280904973445881155?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6280904973445881155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=6280904973445881155" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6280904973445881155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/6280904973445881155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/digging-out.html" title="Digging Out" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvylVO8We6E/Ts5_KhwPeXI/AAAAAAAAEuM/i_Yd03vx-7o/s72-c/DSCF0579.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNSX86eyp7ImA9WhRREE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-5209658806652842542</id><published>2011-11-23T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T03:34:58.113-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T03:34:58.113-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><title>Three Bears</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzFkDofC0nI/TsjDhSrvP1I/AAAAAAAAEsc/n1TVLH4XTMA/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzFkDofC0nI/TsjDhSrvP1I/AAAAAAAAEsc/n1TVLH4XTMA/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spotted outside the Christmas shop at the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-5209658806652842542?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5209658806652842542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=5209658806652842542" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5209658806652842542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5209658806652842542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-bears.html" title="Three Bears" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzFkDofC0nI/TsjDhSrvP1I/AAAAAAAAEsc/n1TVLH4XTMA/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNRng8fCp7ImA9WhRSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-517349641868451099</id><published>2011-11-22T05:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:03:17.674-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T05:03:17.674-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cooking" /><title>Lemon Curd</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought some beautiful Meyer lemons when I went grocery shopping and I decided to turn them into lemon curd.&amp;nbsp; As a child, I adored lemon curd and although I don't eat it often these days, I do still enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-dzLOSVddo/TslhUGApP3I/AAAAAAAAEtc/NLq78stNs1s/s1600/DSCF0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-dzLOSVddo/TslhUGApP3I/AAAAAAAAEtc/NLq78stNs1s/s320/DSCF0563.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't the lemons have the most wonderful colour?&amp;nbsp; Their scent as I grated and squeezed them was sweet and full of citrusy promise to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Beat the eggs in a pan and add butter cut into small chunks.&amp;nbsp; The recipe said to use a balloon whisk to combine, which I did, but it is a tiring process.&amp;nbsp; I learnt from past experience that an electric whisk does not work.&lt;br /&gt;
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The end result looked a little foamy and I was trying to flatten the bubbles with the back of a spoon, but eventually I left it like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I added the lids and heated the jars again to create a vacuum; not that they will be sealed for long!  I couldn't resist trying it on my toast this morning and it was delicious!&amp;nbsp; I have plans to make a more seasonal curd before Christmas, but I'll keep the details until later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-517349641868451099?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/517349641868451099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=517349641868451099" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/517349641868451099?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/517349641868451099?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/lemon-curd.html" title="Lemon Curd" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-dzLOSVddo/TslhUGApP3I/AAAAAAAAEtc/NLq78stNs1s/s72-c/DSCF0563.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CQHc5fSp7ImA9WhRSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-5476965360313477810</id><published>2011-11-21T11:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:11:01.925-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T11:11:01.925-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Days Out" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Christmas Open House</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm1l6U3vwrg/TsjDCqi2JbI/AAAAAAAAErs/txvLsns32oI/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm1l6U3vwrg/TsjDCqi2JbI/AAAAAAAAErs/txvLsns32oI/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday afternoon was bright and sunny after the snow overnight, so we decided to go out for a drive and headed up to Cape Breton.&amp;nbsp; We went on a road which is unfamiliar to me and came upon a delightful&amp;nbsp;Christmas shop where I made a couple of small purchases, which I will share with you in a later post.&amp;nbsp; It turned out that the owner of the shop opens her home for charity and she was having a Christmas Open House.&amp;nbsp; Not only is the house itself beautiful, but the way it was decorated was stunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zekDpYO8fys/TsjDFYYsTPI/AAAAAAAAEr0/d9H9eFW1k44/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zekDpYO8fys/TsjDFYYsTPI/AAAAAAAAEr0/d9H9eFW1k44/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a Christmas tree in each of the main rooms in addition to Christmas china on the dining table and lots of Christmas ornaments.&amp;nbsp; the bedrooms were cosy and inviting, with cosy quilts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odBT0Bhgg0E/TsjDHc9wkMI/AAAAAAAAEr8/JJ9mcAwgX_o/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odBT0Bhgg0E/TsjDHc9wkMI/AAAAAAAAEr8/JJ9mcAwgX_o/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who wouldn't adore a sleigh bed like this one?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3R1u9HLIEY/TsjDKogR-yI/AAAAAAAAEsE/n_4H6PdtLCI/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3R1u9HLIEY/TsjDKogR-yI/AAAAAAAAEsE/n_4H6PdtLCI/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And next to the bed was yet another Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; The attention to detail was staggering.&amp;nbsp; It takes the owner three weeks to set up for this event and she has opened her house for the past 17 years to raise money for charity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKRVUH6bhW8/TsjDN4tF6_I/AAAAAAAAEsM/ue21jNoHs6Y/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKRVUH6bhW8/TsjDN4tF6_I/AAAAAAAAEsM/ue21jNoHs6Y/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the last year that she intends to do this and I count myself fortunate to have seen this beautiful home.&amp;nbsp; What a magical start to the Christmas season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-5476965360313477810?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5476965360313477810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=5476965360313477810" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5476965360313477810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/5476965360313477810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-open-house.html" title="Christmas Open House" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm1l6U3vwrg/TsjDCqi2JbI/AAAAAAAAErs/txvLsns32oI/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QESXc4eyp7ImA9WhRSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-252120716527895396</id><published>2011-11-20T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:01:48.933-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T15:01:48.933-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scents of Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Stir-Up Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKIQn7J2zVo/TslbVHGd1FI/AAAAAAAAEs0/FhJojgLxBrE/s1600/DSCF0567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKIQn7J2zVo/TslbVHGd1FI/AAAAAAAAEs0/FhJojgLxBrE/s320/DSCF0567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never attempted a Christmas pudding before.&amp;nbsp; I've always made excuses about not having enough time and thinking that it was too time-consuming, when in actual fact, the mixing process is quite quick and that just leaves the steaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Stir-Up Sunday: the Sunday before the first Sunday in Advent when traditionally, plum puddings are mixed and steamed in preparation for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOL1KfQDYSw/TslbYWZk7dI/AAAAAAAAEtE/F5_RvOgDQf8/s1600/DSCF0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOL1KfQDYSw/TslbYWZk7dI/AAAAAAAAEtE/F5_RvOgDQf8/s320/DSCF0571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to adapt the recipe slightly, as I had no wholemeal breadcrumbs, so the pudding may be a little lighter in colour than usual.&amp;nbsp; Also, in the absence of muscovado sugar (or any treacle to make my own), I had to use dark brown sugar.&amp;nbsp; I doubt that it will detract from the taste however, as the mixture had the most wonderful Christmassy aroma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is now steaming away gently in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; All I have to do is remember to keep topping up the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-252120716527895396?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/252120716527895396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=252120716527895396" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/252120716527895396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/252120716527895396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/stir-up-sunday.html" title="Stir-Up Sunday" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKIQn7J2zVo/TslbVHGd1FI/AAAAAAAAEs0/FhJojgLxBrE/s72-c/DSCF0567.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQn88eCp7ImA9WhRSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-594322942229593141</id><published>2011-11-19T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:43:03.170-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T06:43:03.170-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Thought For The Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;'And did you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;That every flake of snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;That forms so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;In the grey winter sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;And falls so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Is a bright six-pointed star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Each crystal grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A flower as perfect as a rose.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clive Sanson (1910-1981)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqsfwQf-TsI/TseWLAks96I/AAAAAAAAErk/D8XTqecFRHY/s1600/DSCF0548-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqsfwQf-TsI/TseWLAks96I/AAAAAAAAErk/D8XTqecFRHY/s320/DSCF0548-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-594322942229593141?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/594322942229593141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=594322942229593141" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/594322942229593141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/594322942229593141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/thought-for-day_19.html" title="Thought For The Day" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqsfwQf-TsI/TseWLAks96I/AAAAAAAAErk/D8XTqecFRHY/s72-c/DSCF0548-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMHQXc4eCp7ImA9WhRSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-5440306536271978228</id><published>2011-11-18T05:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:17:10.930-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T15:17:10.930-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature" /><title>The View From Here</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOcR2_LUYT4/TsTZWin097I/AAAAAAAAEqU/Dz1oyIPy8cg/s1600/DSCF0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOcR2_LUYT4/TsTZWin097I/AAAAAAAAEqU/Dz1oyIPy8cg/s320/DSCF0524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The leaves are mostly gone now and the skeletal branches of the trees are visible in the garden.&amp;nbsp; The landscape is preparing itself for winter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf5BNrV6UXs/Tsa87f29WsI/AAAAAAAAEq0/KbaGQFi1GOA/s1600/DSCF0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf5BNrV6UXs/Tsa87f29WsI/AAAAAAAAEq0/KbaGQFi1GOA/s320/DSCF0542.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What was I saying?&amp;nbsp; Brrrrr.....what a difference a day makes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It may be November, but it is still mild enough to&amp;nbsp;dry laundry outside on a windy day.&amp;nbsp; I love that fresh smell that only comes from clothes being dried outdoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-4482763821905813852?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4482763821905813852/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=4482763821905813852" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/4482763821905813852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/4482763821905813852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/simple-pleasures-1.html" title="Simple Pleasures ~ 1" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwmPM4yQ0f4/Tr6ePzxfsCI/AAAAAAAAEo8/oJeTzSj8yrU/s72-c/008-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAEQXwyfSp7ImA9WhRSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-1900050202442626265</id><published>2011-11-16T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:35:00.295-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T10:35:00.295-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baking" /><title>Queen of Scales</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxLL-hS8Rvo/Tr6bkTApmSI/AAAAAAAAEo0/-VOuxOd_iSA/s1600/DSCF0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxLL-hS8Rvo/Tr6bkTApmSI/AAAAAAAAEo0/-VOuxOd_iSA/s320/DSCF0522.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a promise to myself last year when I was going through a tough time in my midwifery clerkship, that I would buy myself a present with my first pay cheque.&amp;nbsp; I had wanted to buy some new kitchen scales for a long time, as my old ones were too small.&amp;nbsp; I found that if I wanted to weigh larger quantities of ingredients, even though I had the weights to do so, the pan of the scale was not big enough to accommodate and I invariably ended up with flour all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After doing my research, I had determined that the scale I wanted was the Weylux Queen, which has been highly recommended in numerous reviews.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, it was not available here and I was concerned that the cost of shipping would be prohibitive, but I was fortunate to find the scales on sale and there was an extra discount on the weekend&amp;nbsp;that I placed my order.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say that I have not been disappointed with my choice ~ I love my new kitchen scales and they are a delight to use.&amp;nbsp; Not only that, but they look good too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-1900050202442626265?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1900050202442626265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=1900050202442626265" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1900050202442626265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1900050202442626265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/queen-of-scales.html" title="Queen of Scales" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxLL-hS8Rvo/Tr6bkTApmSI/AAAAAAAAEo0/-VOuxOd_iSA/s72-c/DSCF0522.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YEQXg_cSp7ImA9WhRSE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-2141969251094781333</id><published>2011-11-15T06:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:05:00.649-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T06:05:00.649-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nova Scotia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Days Out" /><title>Cunard</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaqIrNdYpxQ/TrEH6_fmQ1I/AAAAAAAAEmw/zBJzUSAR0w4/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaqIrNdYpxQ/TrEH6_fmQ1I/AAAAAAAAEmw/zBJzUSAR0w4/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sir Samuel Cunard was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1787.&amp;nbsp; He was a successful merchant, who owned sailing ships.&amp;nbsp; During the Industrial Revolution, he travelled to Britain to join forces with a marine engineer by the name of Robert Napier.&amp;nbsp; Together, they put in a tender to HM Queen Victoria to establish a steamship service for the Royal Mail.&amp;nbsp; They formed the British&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; North American Royal Mail Steam Packet Company and began service in 1840, sailing from Liverpool to Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the background to the Cunard Line, which carries passengers across the globe to this day.&amp;nbsp; Samuel Cunard died in 1865.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had no knowledge of the Halifax connection to Cunard until I stumbled upon this statue at the docks where the cruise ships arrive.&amp;nbsp; The statue is adjacent to Halifax's Market, which we recently visited.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how many of the passengers disembarking from their ships pause to give thought to what a huge adventure it must have been to travel to Britain in 1839?&amp;nbsp; I imagine that it was a very different experience to the same journey today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-2141969251094781333?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2141969251094781333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=2141969251094781333" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2141969251094781333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2141969251094781333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/cunard.html" title="Cunard" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaqIrNdYpxQ/TrEH6_fmQ1I/AAAAAAAAEmw/zBJzUSAR0w4/s72-c/IMG_0133.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMQX4zeyp7ImA9WhRSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-2923187161752112100</id><published>2011-11-14T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:28:00.083-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T07:28:00.083-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Mini Memories</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVcm4f1uHkE/Tr6ewtdO1xI/AAAAAAAAEpE/lFVJJXCgXAg/s1600/006-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVcm4f1uHkE/Tr6ewtdO1xI/AAAAAAAAEpE/lFVJJXCgXAg/s320/006-2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My first Mini was blue ~ the kind that some of you may remember as being the colour that District Nurses used to drive some years ago in the UK.&amp;nbsp; It didn't have any fancy extras ~ just a basic car with a heater and a tendancy to stall whenever it was wet!&amp;nbsp; My second Mini was silver and again, it was a very basic car, though it did have a slightly larger engine than the first ~ all of about 1,000 cc.&amp;nbsp; Overtaking could only be attempted on the flat, or preferably going downhill!&amp;nbsp; As the roads became more crowded, I moved to a slightly larger car, though I've never been a fan of big cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of months ago, I began searching for a car ~ not a new one, but a used car in good condition.&amp;nbsp; Living in the city, I had never actually owned a car of my own in all the years that I've lived in Canada, as public transport was cheap, reliable and less stressful than driving.&amp;nbsp; Now that I'm a country girl, I needed a set of wheels.&amp;nbsp; We spent some weeks going around the dealerships and I couldn't make a decision.&amp;nbsp; Then by chance, I saw an advert for a black and white Mini.&amp;nbsp; We located the dealership and they gave me the keys to take it for a drive.&amp;nbsp; You should have seen the smile on my face!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here was the car that I had been dreaming of....not only that, but the interior red leather seats were gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; I hesitated for a little while (long enough to ask myself whether I should buy it) and we took it for a second test drive.&amp;nbsp; By the time I had driven it around Halifax on a Saturday afternoon, I had made a decision.&amp;nbsp; I've owned my Mini for about seven weeks now and I must say that my husband seems to have driven it more than I.&amp;nbsp; Actually, he took it out again this morning....oh well, it is fun to drive and I love it.&amp;nbsp; If only I can get my key back, maybe I can take it for a little trip somewhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-2923187161752112100?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2923187161752112100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=2923187161752112100" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2923187161752112100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2923187161752112100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/mini-memories.html" title="Mini Memories" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVcm4f1uHkE/Tr6ewtdO1xI/AAAAAAAAEpE/lFVJJXCgXAg/s72-c/006-2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQX07eSp7ImA9WhRSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-7262539472104250802</id><published>2011-11-13T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:53:00.301-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T06:53:00.301-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Thought For The Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Jf3mz6Ppk/Tr6LL1vuLsI/AAAAAAAAEos/AOx4PABQXXo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Jf3mz6Ppk/Tr6LL1vuLsI/AAAAAAAAEos/AOx4PABQXXo/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;'No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;As I have seen in one Autumnal face.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;John Donne (1572-1631)&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/8228459937826366977-7262539472104250802?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7262539472104250802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=7262539472104250802" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/7262539472104250802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/7262539472104250802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/thought-for-day.html" title="Thought For The Day" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Jf3mz6Ppk/Tr6LL1vuLsI/AAAAAAAAEos/AOx4PABQXXo/s72-c/006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMQXwyeip7ImA9WhRSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-8883578955965711940</id><published>2011-11-12T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:08:00.292-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T07:08:00.292-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home-making" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scents of Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Lavender Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMuwKrgYj9c/TrEIRi291YI/AAAAAAAAEnA/P9eqVbxSLTY/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMuwKrgYj9c/TrEIRi291YI/AAAAAAAAEnA/P9eqVbxSLTY/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn's lavender soap is a small indulgence and just before we moved, I made a point of visiting their store so that I could stock up on a small supply.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sure that I would be able to find any in this part of the world, as the company does not have a single store in Nova Scotia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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An added treat on this occasion was a box of scented drawer liners.&amp;nbsp; I thought that as my chest of drawers had been emptied for the move, it would be nice to have the drawers lined before refilling them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you seen the latest design?&amp;nbsp; It is gorgeous, though I feel that my photograph does not do it justice.&amp;nbsp; At the time, my only access to a camera was my phone.&amp;nbsp; The best part of the whole exercise is that every time I open a drawer in my bedroom, the scent of lavender greets me and makes me smile.&amp;nbsp; How could anyone not love lavender?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-8883578955965711940?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8883578955965711940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=8883578955965711940" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8883578955965711940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/8883578955965711940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/lavender-love.html" title="Lavender Love" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMuwKrgYj9c/TrEIRi291YI/AAAAAAAAEnA/P9eqVbxSLTY/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQX85fCp7ImA9WhRSEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-2118336213426993570</id><published>2011-11-11T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:29:00.124-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T14:29:00.124-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Remembrance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><title>Remembrance</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NjU-Rw7AH8/TrbhCN1zr8I/AAAAAAAAEok/ipMuAQzyN6g/s1600/P1000535enh480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NjU-Rw7AH8/TrbhCN1zr8I/AAAAAAAAEok/ipMuAQzyN6g/s320/P1000535enh480.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Memoriam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Against the years&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we raise this shaft&lt;br /&gt;
of native stone.&lt;br /&gt;
Enduring as our&lt;br /&gt;
everlasting hills&lt;br /&gt;
it stands-&lt;br /&gt;
A pledge to show&lt;br /&gt;
we have not broken faith&lt;br /&gt;
with those who fought&lt;br /&gt;
and             those who died            that&lt;br /&gt;
freedom might live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Cenotaph Inscription)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At the going down of the sun and in the morning.&amp;nbsp; We will remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-2118336213426993570?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2118336213426993570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=2118336213426993570" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2118336213426993570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/2118336213426993570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/remembrance.html" title="Remembrance" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NjU-Rw7AH8/TrbhCN1zr8I/AAAAAAAAEok/ipMuAQzyN6g/s72-c/P1000535enh480.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQX0yfyp7ImA9WhRTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228459937826366977.post-1881337800846473634</id><published>2011-11-10T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:04:00.397-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T06:04:00.397-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scents of Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Christmas Baking</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I72LsA9adEM/TrEHHO5awxI/AAAAAAAAElY/acf5g1ii_aU/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I72LsA9adEM/TrEHHO5awxI/AAAAAAAAElY/acf5g1ii_aU/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Take a mixture of dried fruit ~ sultanas, currants and raisins ~ and soak them overnight in brandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufPBCKyZzos/TrEHKYVOi8I/AAAAAAAAElg/WzvGiVxYmsQ/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufPBCKyZzos/TrEHKYVOi8I/AAAAAAAAElg/WzvGiVxYmsQ/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Add ground almonds.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8idnY3M07Y/TrEHRGK2aqI/AAAAAAAAElw/CHjdBsZIPYc/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8idnY3M07Y/TrEHRGK2aqI/AAAAAAAAElw/CHjdBsZIPYc/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In a second bowl, cream butter and sugar and add eggs.&amp;nbsp; Stir in&amp;nbsp;spices, lemon and orange rinds, treacle and essences of vanilla and almonds.&amp;nbsp; By this stage, the wonderful aromas of Christmas are filling the air and I am engrossed in the creative process, which is almost meditative: filled with ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qUcdR5m0Rw/TrEHYPaQ3qI/AAAAAAAAEmA/OVicCZiillA/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qUcdR5m0Rw/TrEHYPaQ3qI/AAAAAAAAEmA/OVicCZiillA/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Next add flour and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_w8pl58fPs/TrEHaT7YaaI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gFeFrBaUFyQ/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_w8pl58fPs/TrEHaT7YaaI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gFeFrBaUFyQ/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The stirring is more of&amp;nbsp;a challenge once the fruit is added to the cake mixture.&amp;nbsp; Careful stirring is required to ensure that all parts of the recipe are incorporated well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjy3xpv6bi4/TrEHgbedOtI/AAAAAAAAEmY/JYmg8DEClug/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjy3xpv6bi4/TrEHgbedOtI/AAAAAAAAEmY/JYmg8DEClug/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Place the mixture in a prepared cake tin.&amp;nbsp; This has been lined with paper and further protected with paper around the outside of the tin to protect from burning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVN5Z3zUTXs/TrEHixxki0I/AAAAAAAAEmg/DQHHgB2DZZs/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVN5Z3zUTXs/TrEHixxki0I/AAAAAAAAEmg/DQHHgB2DZZs/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bake in a slow oven and allow to cool completely before wrapping and storing until Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8228459937826366977-1881337800846473634?l=dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1881337800846473634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8228459937826366977&amp;postID=1881337800846473634" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1881337800846473634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8228459937826366977/posts/default/1881337800846473634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dreamingofwildroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-baking.html" title="Christmas Baking" /><author><name>Wild Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158997823152688989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oagxpIEmc/TamPW4MC-kI/AAAAAAAAEN0/kGsYS1xuE3I/s220/IMG_2944.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I72LsA9adEM/TrEHHO5awxI/AAAAAAAAElY/acf5g1ii_aU/s72-c/IMG_0140.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>

