tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45234165320639488302024-03-13T21:35:52.186+00:00Musing in the MeadowMusing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-32530548302378174542012-06-09T04:14:00.001+01:002012-06-09T04:14:13.750+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-59317816150155726422012-03-26T06:54:00.004+01:002012-03-26T07:12:59.844+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5fzJyE0cya6_FP0Ajjs7Vz-ZgnHpQaBfYXLJ5OzRTR3cXHZatNcApvFuXyORu5397LVKjMIcKQ_dXfA8pvqE3-Fty3qIPetD2m9udz20qHWGwtVxWpzNoM5kZLs-PPxPXfRuuRVA2yA/s1600/Breakfast.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5fzJyE0cya6_FP0Ajjs7Vz-ZgnHpQaBfYXLJ5OzRTR3cXHZatNcApvFuXyORu5397LVKjMIcKQ_dXfA8pvqE3-Fty3qIPetD2m9udz20qHWGwtVxWpzNoM5kZLs-PPxPXfRuuRVA2yA/s400/Breakfast.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724080555039965730" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hope is the thing with feathers </div><div style="text-align: center;">That perches in the soul, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And sings the tune without the words, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And never stops at all, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And sweetest in the gale is heard; </div><div style="text-align: center;">And sore must be the storm </div><div style="text-align: center;">That could abash the little bird </div><div style="text-align: center;">That kept so many warm. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've heard it in the chillest land, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And on the strangest sea; </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet, never, in extremity, </div><div style="text-align: center;">It asked a crumb of me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily Dickinson</div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-10631191375470431512010-07-03T10:27:00.001+01:002010-07-03T10:37:27.388+01:00Picnic in the meadow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWl9RJvtJnlHldIBDus3wRxJBEeRtbyIU6EekKPqRSnRmn14FEN-QcmfUsAG-RZwAa9QYr1h4HBGAS5fdnaTzDGQgjoVMfgouFr2teKaQT5z1isWZ0cBZY7pQtfde_Yyz6PPQXTCjTqI/s1600/sm.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489611515000255954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWl9RJvtJnlHldIBDus3wRxJBEeRtbyIU6EekKPqRSnRmn14FEN-QcmfUsAG-RZwAa9QYr1h4HBGAS5fdnaTzDGQgjoVMfgouFr2teKaQT5z1isWZ0cBZY7pQtfde_Yyz6PPQXTCjTqI/s400/sm.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-39501416213907812792010-06-20T00:32:00.006+01:002010-06-20T01:42:04.975+01:00Chicken Curry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nwzL-jpnhhrtvpu5BQCa9jQxFHZKusu_TJ-xVUOzLhLOLjzzqEKGHqqWaT_QVXixvYyFK7tP390JcKDDwpcpXZN_kW7t8Zhlrf9IX4tzohwzNjWVo3FkOqoJTi07jWh-xclLRQLF9p8/s1600/meadow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484648783207254818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nwzL-jpnhhrtvpu5BQCa9jQxFHZKusu_TJ-xVUOzLhLOLjzzqEKGHqqWaT_QVXixvYyFK7tP390JcKDDwpcpXZN_kW7t8Zhlrf9IX4tzohwzNjWVo3FkOqoJTi07jWh-xclLRQLF9p8/s400/meadow.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>INGREDIENTS</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">4 tbsp oil<br />2 cloves </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">1 stick cinnamon<br />2 green cardamom pods<br />1 tsp cumin seeds </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">1 small-medium onion, chopped<br />1½ tbsp chopped ginger<br />6 cloves garlic, chopped<br />½ tsp ground turmeric<br />1 tbsp ground coriander<br />½ tsp chilli powder<br />450g chicken breast, diced </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">½ tsp garam masala </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">1 handful coriander leaves</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>METHOD</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Heat the oil in a large non-stick pan. Add the cloves, cinnamon, cardamom pods and cumin seeds and fry for about 20 seconds until aromatic.<br /><br />Add the onion and cook for about 10 minutes until golden brown, stirring often. Stir in the ginger and garlic and cook stirring for 40 seconds before adding a pinch of salt and the ground spices, and stir for 15 seconds. Cook over a medium heat for about 10 minutes, until the liquid in the pan has dried off and the oil leaves the sides of the dry masala around 10 minutes.<br /><br />Add the chicken and brown over a medium-high heat for 3-4 minutes. Add enough water to almost cover the chicken (about 350ml), bring to the boil and then cook over a low heat until the chicken is cooked through. The slower it cooks the better it tastes. This takes about 15 to 20 minutes. Check with a fork; once it is tender it is done.<br /><br />Add the garam masala and coriander leaves and serve with rice or Indian flatbreads and raita or any vegetable dish. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><p class="ingredientsTitle"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Serve over rice or Indian flatbreads</span> </p><br /><p></p>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-66315806381081905012010-05-29T10:48:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:57:00.807+01:00Little Stone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkpmpLxTrja76Dp7QICa77gB06wK2np8_K-afXgSJb6AWjPwwczdTW4pTHpWtdFMPRnlYC9FBt5GVsvZekleavDnmLXcLgEpIedake3sFR72LkV6HGaQXltcQ-msuVZkHEmAhX85xeeo/s1600/gg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478841950569874338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkpmpLxTrja76Dp7QICa77gB06wK2np8_K-afXgSJb6AWjPwwczdTW4pTHpWtdFMPRnlYC9FBt5GVsvZekleavDnmLXcLgEpIedake3sFR72LkV6HGaQXltcQ-msuVZkHEmAhX85xeeo/s400/gg.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTsnML23X0xMFdzHpWh5sLXCfT1t30t7QZZ2_OtnDTbrYK11Mi3uLGE3dQvBfYvT7BB1bMn6CagaaSFkQL5DxArkEgMIKg66yDWUSYvK3m8FDBFLnYrd4wSUHnhgbCdwnHf0IWNLJgpg/s1600/rds139481.jpg"></a><div><div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">How happy is the little stone<br />That rambles in the Road alone,<br />And doesn't care about Careers<br />And Exigencies never fears<br />Whose Coat of elemental Brown<br />A passing Universe put on,<br />And independent as the Sun<br />Associates or glows alone,<br />Fulfilling absolute Decree<br />In casual simplicity</span></em></div></div></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-38609303527288074862010-05-28T17:57:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:56:37.805+01:00Childhood Garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUqSMk9yZzqFbTiXpOKJBXyqgigOnUrsDrkLha1ofNXV-oYBGnsQxSr8LmdZrProhpH_9EySVywBFK8M4j3SsILUYxeEoG62FnOhPblKSCLx6RxfQ9Pf3KOBxnPsY0d35fe4IUyzEIDY/s1600/b.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478855826068701106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUqSMk9yZzqFbTiXpOKJBXyqgigOnUrsDrkLha1ofNXV-oYBGnsQxSr8LmdZrProhpH_9EySVywBFK8M4j3SsILUYxeEoG62FnOhPblKSCLx6RxfQ9Pf3KOBxnPsY0d35fe4IUyzEIDY/s400/b.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><table style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"><h1 style="MARGIN: 0px;font-size:12px;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"><em>There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.</em></span></h1></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><p style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"><em>Elizabeth Lawrence</em></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Ust0_EEtJjiSr5vsganf_mPxriyW3FOd0Xz9MXog9xLIpwqRA_mM4t9kHVmPi_f65ZZa0VvYrwKO7aIwlnZmUqL3iai2KzfxsBPhxy98qNl-cWW0-FHwuPcLFvrFYiDo8L54HEstOY/s1600/v.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478855750083767762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Ust0_EEtJjiSr5vsganf_mPxriyW3FOd0Xz9MXog9xLIpwqRA_mM4t9kHVmPi_f65ZZa0VvYrwKO7aIwlnZmUqL3iai2KzfxsBPhxy98qNl-cWW0-FHwuPcLFvrFYiDo8L54HEstOY/s400/v.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-61394445210316660222010-05-28T06:59:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:12:00.354+01:00Baking Cupcakes at the Meadow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9o9gmfdyy0EP3kREvmIMRouujAlzhJfVcM9QbCk9qr0egJY9SvZ6CkClwe09ZseaT6tgX5H2zZ6he2uwZ8xNpTo8v8x5m6FGCu3fHskXvi1fkRE0nS2pCrhxCcI62nTMMszT8BWMjIX4/s1600/400_cupcakes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479537434534012562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9o9gmfdyy0EP3kREvmIMRouujAlzhJfVcM9QbCk9qr0egJY9SvZ6CkClwe09ZseaT6tgX5H2zZ6he2uwZ8xNpTo8v8x5m6FGCu3fHskXvi1fkRE0nS2pCrhxCcI62nTMMszT8BWMjIX4/s400/400_cupcakes.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>Ingredients<br /></strong></div><br /><div>110g/4oz butter, softened at room temperature<br />110g/4oz caster sugar<br />2 free-range eggs, lightly beaten<br />1 tsp vanilla extract<br />110g/4oz self-raising flour<br />1-2 tbsp milk<br /></div><br /><div><strong>For the buttercream icing</strong><br /></div><br /><div>140g/5oz butter, softened<br />280g/10oz icing sugar<br />1-2 tbsp milk<br />a few drops food colouring </div><br /><div><br /><strong>Preparation method</strong><br /></div><br /><div>Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/Gas 4 and line a 12-hole muffin tin with paper cases.<br /></div><div><br />Cream the butter and sugar together in a bowl until pale. </div><div></div><div><br />Beat in the eggs a little at a time and stir in the vanilla extract.<br /></div><div><br />Fold in the flour using a large metal spoon, adding a little milk until the mixture is of a dropping consistency. </div><div></div><div><br />Spoon the mixture into the paper cases until they are half full.<br /></div><div><br />Bake in the oven for 10-15 minutes, or until golden-brown on top.</div><div></div><div><br />Set aside to cool for 10 minutes, then remove from the tin and cool on a wire rack.<br /></div><div><br />For the buttercream icing, beat the butter in a large bowl until soft. <br /><br>Add half the icing sugar and beat until smooth.<br /></div><div></div><div><br />Then add the remaining icing sugar with one tablespoon of the milk, adding more milk if necessary, until the mixture is smooth and creamy.<br /></div><div><br />Add the food colouring and mix until well combined.<br /></div><div></div><div><br />Spoon the icing into a piping bag with a star nozzle and pipe the icing using a spiralling motio onto the cup cakes in a large swirl.</div><br /><br>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-15700893712838505552010-05-24T09:36:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:55:29.369+01:00Mum's Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm7lkNyBOXVcT8t53cnt9QIAWs1DJLHeLrCUtH1B0L9DCkZR98DBTxGhgHiY9sA2i8mAgAzfaRsrFBcP1nAZe0WLm1PLqbX0HXxMx5G2EzG8Bb8ByiiQ6OyQcsUCmn6zuOipGqxfkG2Q/s1600/darcy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478836900295942930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm7lkNyBOXVcT8t53cnt9QIAWs1DJLHeLrCUtH1B0L9DCkZR98DBTxGhgHiY9sA2i8mAgAzfaRsrFBcP1nAZe0WLm1PLqbX0HXxMx5G2EzG8Bb8ByiiQ6OyQcsUCmn6zuOipGqxfkG2Q/s400/darcy.jpg" /></a> <div align="left"><em>These glorious roses are from my mum's garden. Each year the blooms get larger and larger, their scent sweeter, and their colour more vibrant. Each year she proudly displays her roses in the village hall horticultural show. </em></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-34112074837862845102010-05-23T08:54:00.000+01:002010-06-06T09:08:58.081+01:00Evening Solace<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO_kGYirmFZrPYwrr4wVta3rJF4jL7hI3NHjh4W37cDyVL7VLn4RaZmB3aaV6DjfZvwWsPiTUXj1Z-syc9etoHJfL0Nan_sCJXxdbmERirv_MyXV2f8wmxOU6_QOG9-faQcjkY1yber8/s1600/12487646317n8s4GN.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479566135785624514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO_kGYirmFZrPYwrr4wVta3rJF4jL7hI3NHjh4W37cDyVL7VLn4RaZmB3aaV6DjfZvwWsPiTUXj1Z-syc9etoHJfL0Nan_sCJXxdbmERirv_MyXV2f8wmxOU6_QOG9-faQcjkY1yber8/s400/12487646317n8s4GN.jpg" /></a>The human heart has hidden treasures,<br />In secret kept, in silence sealed;­<br />The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,<br />Whose charms were broken if revealed.<br />And days may pass in gay confusion,<br />And nights in rosy riot fly,<br />While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,<br />The memory of the Past may die.<br /><br />But, there are hours of lonely musing,<br />Such as in evening silence come,<br />When, soft as birds their pinions closing,<br />The heart's best feelings gather home.<br />Then in our souls there seems to languish<br />A tender grief that is not woe;<br />And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,<br />Now cause but some mild tears to flow.<br /><br />And feelings, once as strong as passions,<br />Float softly back­a faded dream;<br />Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,<br />The tale of others' sufferings seem.<br />Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,<br />How longs it for that time to be,<br />When, through the mist of years receding,<br />Its woes but live in reverie !<br /><br />And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,<br />On evening shade and loneliness;<br />And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,<br />Feel no untold and strange distress­<br />Only a deeper impulse given<br />By lonely hour and darkened room,<br />To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,<br />Seeking a life and world to come. </div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-50853616789748597502010-05-21T11:28:00.002+01:002010-06-06T07:58:47.384+01:00She Walks in Beauty<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477380835931123650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwj5JM8TwdvOb-2MEZhNZZ2MnIU-9Bt73mtYEbROs7Of3Z7IwO4oBfQT1bSaLZVl4xpAgM4YKOLqsYzntsfb5SzS5bV8y2jVGipQs0wtcxZSIuL8qGIEeV472n3SJZAjXcWihkT98-Pfs/s400/cd.jpg" /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">She walks in beauty, like the night<br />Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<br />And all that's best of dark and bright<br />Meet in her aspect and her eyes:<br />Thus mellowed to that tender light<br />Which heaven to gaudy day denies.<br /><br />One shade the more, one ray the less,<br />Had half impaired the nameless grace<br />Which waves in every raven tress,<br />Or softly lightens o'er her face;<br />Where thoughts serenely sweet express<br />How pure, how dear their dwelling place.<br /><br />And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,<br />So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<br />The smiles that win, the tints that glow,<br />But tell of days in goodness spent,<br />A mind at peace with all below,<br />A heart whose love is innocent!<br /><br />Lord Byron</span></em></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-35805765861284971712010-05-19T07:39:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:53:55.919+01:00The Gentle Art of Domesticity<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgAjON33g_dwtwrLJDLk_lR9Kq6nQIT8BjT-v5ObLoUbzBJ-k6OPRmciVhSZEqJL8UDQ_PxQkfpdlVoQMsmPM7t3QLI_icBfS43shBORq0Pm3KjFtJUGZCgQTHYUh82LtEmIXT2MRty8/s1600/gad09-709251.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479546698037532386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgAjON33g_dwtwrLJDLk_lR9Kq6nQIT8BjT-v5ObLoUbzBJ-k6OPRmciVhSZEqJL8UDQ_PxQkfpdlVoQMsmPM7t3QLI_icBfS43shBORq0Pm3KjFtJUGZCgQTHYUh82LtEmIXT2MRty8/s400/gad09-709251.jpg" /></a> <em>A lovely visual feast of domestic perfection, packed with ideas for creating your own idyll. The book is packed with jewel-bright pictures of her work, from shimmering iced cupcakes to knitted carrot-coloured tea cosies, is an eccentric delight. Good for an interesting read, but even better for cute domestic projects and light-hearted words of wisdom. </em>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-15878424862772692242010-05-18T01:12:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:59:42.909+01:00Blessings<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGs0KY6mGFa-4r343lhyhOe9ZGuj7a30YBL6KoPcBSuRtQ_WoOaBd3Fk-cjh7wjDAu5Snt7c1KphHVNtfirtqtY0Ka5kveTjAx94JpJsHj4dlesApbElJ-ietVFdqcMSwTyJDGqgNzn9s/s1600/pe0061442.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476480815441724578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGs0KY6mGFa-4r343lhyhOe9ZGuj7a30YBL6KoPcBSuRtQ_WoOaBd3Fk-cjh7wjDAu5Snt7c1KphHVNtfirtqtY0Ka5kveTjAx94JpJsHj4dlesApbElJ-ietVFdqcMSwTyJDGqgNzn9s/s400/pe0061442.jpg" /></a><em>Count your blessings instead of your crosses<br />Count your gains instead of your losses<br />Count your joys instead of your woes<br />Count your friends instead of your foes<br />Count your smiles instead of your tears<br />Count your courage instead of your fears<br />Count your full years instead of your lean<br />Count your kind deeds instead of your mean<br />Count your health instead of your wealth<br />Count on God instead of yourself<br /></em></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-65833962090647970272010-05-17T07:21:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:54:41.629+01:00Wishlist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztan0kluj_CAAfS-0_aroZw4Fkeoc5PyF_3JcJgU8hUnGwRZZKIc6RcvZDR92EIAAwGwcQE1fDHyub-1FInKdQxMYHST7WipMNccCz5-grP5bXnSa7mGGhPxWU-g36N6gFZvgaZ8hoUw/s1600/261043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479542339327860386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztan0kluj_CAAfS-0_aroZw4Fkeoc5PyF_3JcJgU8hUnGwRZZKIc6RcvZDR92EIAAwGwcQE1fDHyub-1FInKdQxMYHST7WipMNccCz5-grP5bXnSa7mGGhPxWU-g36N6gFZvgaZ8hoUw/s400/261043.jpg" /></a>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-38502489607325878922010-05-05T13:15:00.000+01:002010-06-06T07:15:40.429+01:00English Rose<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm-MmRI7svatKl62Kc6RoECdqiRIJGUM9BCa8HYX-NG1gh97Os8cevcb2sA_yn2mNJReRbxe9HjeXRYTMBRpoQUgbPdM3vLQDlXZVCEdccAra56OaYZgjQRSq_mrASMejjDBEWqxaIms/s1600/1321.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478891224963608114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm-MmRI7svatKl62Kc6RoECdqiRIJGUM9BCa8HYX-NG1gh97Os8cevcb2sA_yn2mNJReRbxe9HjeXRYTMBRpoQUgbPdM3vLQDlXZVCEdccAra56OaYZgjQRSq_mrASMejjDBEWqxaIms/s400/1321.jpg" /></a><br /><em>No matter where I roam<br />I will come back to my english rose<br />For no bonds can ever tempt me from she<br />I’ve sailed the seven seas<br />Flown the whole blue sky<br />But I’ve returned with haste to where my<br />Love does lie</em></div><div align="center"><em><br />No matter where I go I will come back to my english rose<br />For nothing can ever tempt me from she<br />I’ve searched the secret mists<br />I’ve climbed the highest peaks<br />Caught the wild wind home to hear her soft voice speak<br />To hear her soft voice speak </em></div><em><div align="center"><br />No matter where I roam<br />I will return to my english rose<br />For no bonds can ever keep me from she<br />I’ve been to ancient worlds<br />I’ve scoured the whole universe<br />And caught the first train home<br />To be at her side</div><div align="center"><br />No matter where I roam<br />I will return to my english rose<br />For no bonds can ever keep me from she </em></div>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-173258231231394152010-05-03T11:57:00.001+01:002010-06-06T08:05:31.270+01:00Blissful Rest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOIy64mUITV_b8DlXxzcZULX60r19rLjFEP8WaYegS1Ia6TBapVhYDEpQr1zFZZgKrPloQ98W5D1SjImb2jxB7h33jPNyaHcpLzWGdZjKz5iJcnJ0jvSz_KaAOcGCeEHOHpaHZ6UvweU/s1600/as.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477386650010707602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOIy64mUITV_b8DlXxzcZULX60r19rLjFEP8WaYegS1Ia6TBapVhYDEpQr1zFZZgKrPloQ98W5D1SjImb2jxB7h33jPNyaHcpLzWGdZjKz5iJcnJ0jvSz_KaAOcGCeEHOHpaHZ6UvweU/s400/as.jpg" /></a> <div></div><em>There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub.<br />Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</em>Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523416532063948830.post-37188301345867248272010-05-01T12:14:00.003+01:002010-06-06T08:10:34.297+01:00Miss Muffin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwA3r13mZuEqG3WLY94qhEvrqGFKBB6sWyA6K8FizcODyBl-BX60jMoxo8kuyV11LKkZZUUK_kV3GlsvTFuAKMVn7Jm1SM21YUlQtvna9q-Bw0AvmUvqVlNCs3MieT9Ade2tGxBDcXupI/s1600/Mr.+Darcy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478875576956935298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwA3r13mZuEqG3WLY94qhEvrqGFKBB6sWyA6K8FizcODyBl-BX60jMoxo8kuyV11LKkZZUUK_kV3GlsvTFuAKMVn7Jm1SM21YUlQtvna9q-Bw0AvmUvqVlNCs3MieT9Ade2tGxBDcXupI/s400/Mr.+Darcy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Twas a warm spring night and all through the house, not a creature was stirring with the exception of Mr. Mouse!<br /><br />Miss Muffin, the cat was all snuggled up in her bed. Dreams of a delicious little mouse most likely running through her head.Musing in the Meadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267195996190243886noreply@blogger.com