<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339</id><updated>2009-12-18T06:58:07.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Somerset Seasons</title><subtitle type='html'>just a meander through the Ins and Outs of my days here in the beautiful Somerset countryside</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-807441592198994071</id><published>2009-12-16T17:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:40:17.178Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings.   living green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings    Yule/ xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise/sunset'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Evening Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYxg5wHHI/AAAAAAAAJzI/OJ9Pryw_a0I/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYxg5wHHI/AAAAAAAAJzI/OJ9Pryw_a0I/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415887265814551666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;my tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;its dark, its very cold, and we have had snow this afternoon. It didnt settle, the ground was too wet, and it didnt fall for long- an hour or so, but it did make me feel christmassy. the flakes were huge, drifting slowly down, in no hurry to meet the wet ground and be no more. It brings out the child in me, watching snow fall, its so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the mend. I am not mended yet, but a lot better than I was. My breathing isnt great, I am using my inhalers a lot, and I am still very congested. When I blow my nose my ears really hurt. But my headache has gone- finally. Thats so debilitating, it lasted for 4 days and I am so relieved its gone. I have to return to work tomorrow, I dont get paid if I am not there, and Ive lost enough wages this week already. Right before christmas too.  Ive told my boss I wont be doing the planned 12 hours shift though- that would be stupid after an illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house looks so christmassy now, the tree is up, see above (earlier than I normally do) and the mantlepiece decorated. I have a candle lit- apple and cinnamon, -and a Clannad CD playing softly. I am having a restful quiet afternoon/evening before work tomorrow.  I still have some christmas shopping I need to do, being poorly for nearly a week has really held me up, but its just one of those things. I will have to make sure I do it all on saturday, including getting feed and straw for my hens too.  I will try to get my seasonal patchwork finished- I am behind with that too, now, but no one plans to be poorly! I have finally written and posted off a pile of cards though, thats one little task ticked off, and something I could do while sitting and resting. Its a nice task too, I always write cards with a proper ink pen, and I think it really makes a difference to the writing. Its nice to do it properly, not just a quick scrawl with a biro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george is coming up to 14 weeks old now. he's so gorgeous- I love him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much! Its his first christmas and it is, apparently- very exciting! I've deliberately not put many decorations around the bottom of the tree, and then mainly wooden ones that arent breakable!  here's a few snaps of him, no doubt there will be many more of him over the festive period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHypedTI/AAAAAAAAJzA/L-eY4FYR_1g/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHypedTI/AAAAAAAAJzA/L-eY4FYR_1g/s400/DSCF0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886549023618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHhuVC6I/AAAAAAAAJy4/OzmboOeu6OU/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHhuVC6I/AAAAAAAAJy4/OzmboOeu6OU/s400/DSCF0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886544480570274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHZi3opI/AAAAAAAAJyw/bMRVxZNUVBM/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHZi3opI/AAAAAAAAJyw/bMRVxZNUVBM/s400/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886542285021842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHFXdLoI/AAAAAAAAJyo/JqNfN6D_xAo/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYHFXdLoI/AAAAAAAAJyo/JqNfN6D_xAo/s400/DSCF0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886536868441730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple more pics. This was a couple of days ago. I cant remember now if it was sunday or monday- I've spent so much time asleep this week it all blurred into one!  the sky was lovely though. it was very early, I was checking the hens- (before returning to bed) and the sky and still visible slither of a new moon just drew my eyes upwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykXi2KmF8I/AAAAAAAAJyI/rU66C3kjLFM/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykXi2KmF8I/AAAAAAAAJyI/rU66C3kjLFM/s400/DSCF0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415885914312677314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally- remember my hyacinths i started and put in a cupboard a while back- we'll they are liberated from the dark now, and I am looking forwrd to them bloomin in the flat cold days of january, a hint of the springtime and rebirth/ new growth to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykXjYT5oCI/AAAAAAAAJyY/HySViniVNvs/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykXjYT5oCI/AAAAAAAAJyY/HySViniVNvs/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415885923478511650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-807441592198994071?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/807441592198994071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=807441592198994071&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/807441592198994071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/807441592198994071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-evening-musings.html' title='Wednesday Evening Musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SykYxg5wHHI/AAAAAAAAJzI/OJ9Pryw_a0I/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-3526377906192796702</id><published>2009-12-14T17:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:32:29.328Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>monday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a brief post for today- Sorry I havent been around much the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the bad news&lt;/span&gt;  is that Ive been poorly and asleep a lot, and I am still poorly. I knew I felt rough on friday/ saturday, but thought it was just a cold. Its certainly a virus of some kind. I keep falling asleep, I ache, I hurt, I am shivery, too hot or too cold, thumping pounding head, cant eat etc... you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good news&lt;/span&gt;- is that its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; week I am poorly, and I'll be fine by yule/christmas week next week. See, trying to look on the bright side-glass half full, me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have snow forecast for tomorrow here, so its good I will be at home and not have to trundle to work in it.(another silver lining to poorliness)As is curling up under a throw with a cat or several!   My daughter came home from work at lunchtime, poorly too, and is now asleep on the sofa. I hope she hasnt caught this from me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I doubt she will be going to work tomorrow, she is red hot to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One bright thing- take a look at this pic, you'll need to enlarge it, its a screen shot from my local weather site, that predicts a white christmas for my little town here! Who knows whether it will actually happen, but its been a good while since we've had a white christmas, so it would be nice if the Gods obliged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyZXl8SKqVI/AAAAAAAAJyA/YiR1Z4P6qv0/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyZXl8SKqVI/AAAAAAAAJyA/YiR1Z4P6qv0/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111911308699986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9017218413457522339-3526377906192796702?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3526377906192796702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=3526377906192796702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3526377906192796702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3526377906192796702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-brief-post-for-today-sorry-i.html' title='monday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyZXl8SKqVI/AAAAAAAAJyA/YiR1Z4P6qv0/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-1854687078825756417</id><published>2009-12-12T16:05:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:34:01.771Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings    Yule/ xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>saturday musings part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well, I dashed to town very early despite the headache and cold,  (thank you to my  wonderful chauffeuring son, willing to get up early on his weekend, with only minimal grumbling!!) Sensible lad that he is, went and bought a paper and waited for me in the car- he enjoys shopping even less than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do quite a few of the gifts - I had a pre-prepared list to avoid having to browse too much. I returned this shopping to the car, then I headed to the supermarket. EEK!  shopping hell!! and I bet its even worse next saturday. I was in, around and out within 45mins. Bearing in mind it was heaving with people, and the checkout queues were building quickly, that was pretty good going. Some people seem to treat it as a 'day out', as if its fun?   They are, in my opinion, very odd!!    I had had enough by then too. I have now done nearly all that we needed in the way of groceries/ provisions, with just the last minute fresh stuff to pick up on the 23rd (I am working xmas eve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were home at 11.2o, not bad at all! A good hot cuppa, and hot buttered crumpets with my home made plum jam went down so well, and after more cold medicines,  I took Sammydog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been very chill all day. Even in the very bright sunshine of earlier, the air was bitter, and the wind quite vicious.  We didnt stay out too long, he feels the cold like I do.   Its warm indoors, and as the day begins to fade out to early evening, and the curtains are shut against the growing blackness, and lamps turned on, its snug and cosy. I still miss my fire, but never mind, it will get done one day. I cant work miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not feeling great again now, colds always seem to feel worse as night draws closer, and my throat is so sore again too.  I am cold and shivering even though the house is warm, and I'm buried in layers of jumpers, fingerless gloves and thick cosy socks. But  despite my temporary poorliness I am content that christmas is now a 'works in progress' and no longer 'a crisis!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really good thing- that put a smile on my cold ravaged face!!....&lt;br /&gt;look what I found!!&lt;br /&gt;I spotted him in a shop window this morning. he is wooden, about ten inches tall, in a lovely chocolate brown coat, - much more Good King Wencelas than the jolly fat red Santa that I am trying to avoid. Much more the type of santa I am seeking.&lt;br /&gt;frustratingly, he looks very two dimensional here, he isnt though, but the details havent shown up on the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyPE8wPALbI/AAAAAAAAJx4/ElSl1ZMoCKk/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyPE8wPALbI/AAAAAAAAJx4/ElSl1ZMoCKk/s400/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414387725048491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-1854687078825756417?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1854687078825756417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=1854687078825756417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1854687078825756417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1854687078825756417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-musings-part-two.html' title='saturday musings part two'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyPE8wPALbI/AAAAAAAAJx4/ElSl1ZMoCKk/s72-c/DSCF0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-3142168467501178756</id><published>2009-12-12T07:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:01:11.812Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>saturday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;dood mornig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that should be good morning, but I am absolutely full of cold, and it all comes out funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its flippin typical, Just when I am at my busiest, and need to be ok. its bad enough I am limping from my silly foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my flu jab late wednesday afternoon. This started on thursday and I did wonder at first if it was a reaction to, or due to the jab. My arm was hot and achey, and then the sniffles began...  (Or it could be that I picked up the cold germs in the docs waiting room- always one of the germiest places on earth I think!!)  Just what I needed with a ten hour shift on thursday, and a full day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By yesterday morning it had escalated so much- pounding head, alternate blocked nose/ streaming nose, and sore throat. Ive slept badly the last two nights, as I cant seem to lay down/ sleep/ breathe all at the same time (rolls eyes) I dosed myself up and trundled into work. My nose is shiny red, all I need is antlers for a very passable impression of rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that dilemma- do you stay away from work and your colleagues and keep germs to yourself- or go in, because you know that if you dont there's no one to cover you, and your colleagues will really struggle because we are understaffed anyway and with one less team member it will be impossible?  tough call sometimes, but we are so incredibly busy, I couldnt leave them in the lurch, and they were glad I didnt.   I spent the day constantly washing my hands, and using sanitiser though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel rough,  but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; just a cold, and despite feeling pretty awful, my spirits are ok. I will dose myself up and just get on with it  (and keep fingers crossed it doesnt go to my chest)    I must go christmas shopping - I absolutely have to. Less than 2 weeks now, and I am running out of available days- ( I am working extra hours next week again.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the kettle boils for another fortifying cup of tea,(oh how I love my tea!) I am writing a list-what I really really must remember (how a cold fogs the memory!) and what I really really must get done today. The sooner I go, the sooner I can come home, (how I love being at home) curl up under a throw, with a cat or six and a Sammydog to cuddle. With a brandy laced hot chocolate, my sewing (still trying to get it done before christmas!) and the kleenex nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later..&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/9017218413457522339-3142168467501178756?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3142168467501178756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=3142168467501178756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3142168467501178756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3142168467501178756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-musings.html' title='saturday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-7944104350422674392</id><published>2009-12-11T18:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:48:53.372Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise/sunset'/><title type='text'>fridays dawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyKT1U0IRTI/AAAAAAAAJxw/KO6YFOFvKG4/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyKT1U0IRTI/AAAAAAAAJxw/KO6YFOFvKG4/s400/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414052246382462258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-7944104350422674392?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7944104350422674392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=7944104350422674392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/7944104350422674392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/7944104350422674392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/fridays-dawn.html' title='fridays dawn..'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyKT1U0IRTI/AAAAAAAAJxw/KO6YFOFvKG4/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-4855193740908763693</id><published>2009-12-10T09:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:20:55.397Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings.   living green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings    Yule/ xmas'/><title type='text'>thursday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not usually here at this time on a thursday!  I'm not starting work until 12noon today, and I'm having a cuppa and a restful pootle around the internet as it will be a long day once I get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of year, over the last few years, I have rambled on about red santa's.  For anyone who's interested (or has too much free time on their hands!) here's the links to those 4 posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2007/12/jolly-red-santa.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-coloured-santas.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2008/12/green-santas-part-two.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-musings_18.html"&gt;and here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent found any this year, well not exactly. Ive found several cross stitch charts for wonderful santa's in greens and purples, which I hope to stitch one day, and I saw a glorious tapestry cushion of a green santa on a snowy background of fir trees and deer, but it was way out of my budget range sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I did find this one!  He doesnt exactly have longevity, I dont expect he'll even make it to New Year! but he is in green, so I had to have him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyDI1W8_TEI/AAAAAAAAJxo/vS04XENnbSU/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyDI1W8_TEI/AAAAAAAAJxo/vS04XENnbSU/s400/DSCF0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413547571119344706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If anyone  spies any green Santas's, or other colours, (at an affordable, reasonable price) in UK online shops  pleeeeease let me know! Its unlikely I'll get to any large shopping centres in the last two weeks before xmas, but online shopping is a possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at those links to previous posts, I see I asked this last year too! I also said I would paint some of my red ones, ho hum, well maybe for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can someone please remind me of this next summer please, so I might then have time to do it!!&lt;/span&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/9017218413457522339-4855193740908763693?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4855193740908763693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=4855193740908763693&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4855193740908763693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4855193740908763693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-musings.html' title='thursday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyDI1W8_TEI/AAAAAAAAJxo/vS04XENnbSU/s72-c/DSCF0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-3196214684676467012</id><published>2009-12-09T19:58:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:37:33.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>wednesday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAJkgU-T9I/AAAAAAAAJxY/taBmYeisWrk/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAJkgU-T9I/AAAAAAAAJxY/taBmYeisWrk/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413337274857181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAHQdVAGsI/AAAAAAAAJw4/eyB2rSSl_9U/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAHQdVAGsI/AAAAAAAAJw4/eyB2rSSl_9U/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413334731431353026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blimey! it didnt rain today!...  which was good because I had to go shopping. 'Had' is the important word there, for I havent started any christmas shopping yet!  Ive been so busy, Ive had to do some extra hours at work, I am doing a ten hour shift tomorrow and its such exhausting work, too. When I havent been at work, Ive just wanted to hibernate at home with the animals, away from people.   Ive been limping for weeks, its been hurting a lot and in the end, Ive had to go to the docs. Ive damaged the tendons in my foot, and as the day goes on each day, it hurts more.  I was worried that the family genetic tendency to arthritis had kicked in as its been hurting a lot, but bloodtests have ruled that out for now. Ive been advised to stay off it as much as possible, and thats just not possible at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just isnt really into Christmas yet, to be honest. I am worn out from work, and I dont like the crowds, the noise, the rubbish on sale in so many cases too. but despite my reluctance, I do have to provide a christmas for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know that once I clamber into the loft to get the decorations down , and dress my tree, I will start to feel more christmassy. Once Ive sat on the floor untangling fairy lights and replacing bulbs I will feel more christmassy (How do they do that? they get put away carefully but always seem to emerge a year later tangled up!) Once Ive made mince pies, and can smell them cooking- (the mincemeat I made earlier smells wonderful now) I will feel more christmassy. When the house smells of cloves and cinnamon, of christmas baking and everything on my to-do list has been ticked off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel more christmassy once I finish work on christmas eve lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, I went shopping -in a limping, reluctant sort of fashion. I couldnt resist a street seller though...hence the photo above, my bah humbug hat modelled convincingly by Sammydog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do quite well,. and feel happier now that Ive made  a start on the necessary shopping. I can only shop until I reach the max of what I can carry- there's a bus ride and then a 15 minute walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did save the last 15 mins before the bus for the charity shops, and I did buy just the one thing- and only £1.99, how could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;I had to bring this little cat  home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAItN6sLEI/AAAAAAAAJxI/IA5n7KgJ7ho/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAItN6sLEI/AAAAAAAAJxI/IA5n7KgJ7ho/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413336325022297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAIs6M9e6I/AAAAAAAAJxA/E1APGdeXs1E/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAIs6M9e6I/AAAAAAAAJxA/E1APGdeXs1E/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413336319730219938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyCzL5jef6I/AAAAAAAAJxg/7v6hZ_7rkNU/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyCzL5jef6I/AAAAAAAAJxg/7v6hZ_7rkNU/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413523769108889506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful- with a carved and handpainted wooden face, stripey stockings, velvet boots, a stuffed soft body, and such a sumptious dress.  She is much lovelier than she looks here, and I smiled so when I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking of little cats, look how my little trouble is growing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAJkR5SoUI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/r4dsahc8gys/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAJkR5SoUI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/r4dsahc8gys/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413337270982975810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-3196214684676467012?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3196214684676467012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=3196214684676467012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3196214684676467012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3196214684676467012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-musings_09.html' title='wednesday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SyAJkgU-T9I/AAAAAAAAJxY/taBmYeisWrk/s72-c/DSCF0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-3769428018078495257</id><published>2009-12-08T07:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:08:21.585Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise/sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weather'/><title type='text'>stunning dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;this mornings daybreak....  the Gods are in the heavens I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;click to enlarge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sx4HM4lbqTI/AAAAAAAAJww/1iTRWm09Ptg/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sx4HM4lbqTI/AAAAAAAAJww/1iTRWm09Ptg/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771720075127090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sx4HMpHS6mI/AAAAAAAAJwo/5C1gbAG0gHg/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sx4HMpHS6mI/AAAAAAAAJwo/5C1gbAG0gHg/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771715922192994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-3769428018078495257?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3769428018078495257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=3769428018078495257&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3769428018078495257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/3769428018078495257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/stunning-dawn.html' title='stunning dawn.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sx4HM4lbqTI/AAAAAAAAJww/1iTRWm09Ptg/s72-c/DSCF0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-2003273764140620524</id><published>2009-12-08T07:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:14:39.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily quotes'/><title type='text'>a thought for tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this one, wise words I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;See everything; overlook a great deal; correct a little.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;~Pope John XXIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tuesday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-78659347602356892</id><published>2009-12-07T07:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:33:43.503Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>a poem for monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heap on more wood! — the wind is chill;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But let it whistle as it will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each age has deemed the new born year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fittest time for festal cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And well our Christian sires of old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loved when the year its course had rolled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And brought blithe Christmas back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all his hospitable train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domestic and religious rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gave honour to the holy night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Christmas eve the bells were rung;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Christmas eve the mass was sung;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That only night, in all the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hail was dressed with holly green;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forth to the wood did merry men go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To gather in the mistletoe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then opened wide the baron’s hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power laid his rod of rule aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And ceremony doff’d his pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The heir, with roses in his shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night might village partner choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lord, underogating, share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The vulgar game of “post and pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All hailed with uncontroll’d delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And general voice, the happy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That to the cottage, as the crown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brought tidings of salvation down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fire with well dried logs supplied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went roaring up the chimney wide;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The huge hall table’s oaken face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bore then upon: its massive board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mark to part the squire and lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then was brought in the lusty brawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By old, blue-coated serving-man;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the grim boar’s head frowned on high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crested with bays and rosemary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well can the green-garbed ranger tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How, when, and where, the monster fell;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What dogs before his death he tore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all the baiting of the boar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wassail round in good brown bowls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garnished with ribbon, blithely trowls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There the huge sirloin reeked: hard by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor failed old Scotland to produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At such high tide her savoury goose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then came the merry masquers in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And carols roar’d with blithesome din;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If unmelodious was the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a hearty note, and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who lists may in their mumming see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traces of ancient mystery;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White shirts supplied the masquerade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And smutted cheeks the visor made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But oh! what masquers, richly dight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can boast of bosoms half so light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;England was merry England when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Christmas brought his sports again.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Christmas gambol oft would cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A poor man’s heart through half the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from Walter Scott’s poem 'Marmion'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only  an extract of the whole poem-&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanting to read more click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.walterscott.lib.ed.ac.uk/works/poetry/marmion.html"&gt;here..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/poem-for-monday.html' title='a poem for monday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-1345055796138514850</id><published>2009-12-06T12:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:06:14.979Z</updated><title type='text'>sunday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its an unexpected, but  gorgeous day here in Dorset today. After a rainy start the sun has come out, and although very chilly, the sun is very welcome. For the first time in nearly two weeks, I have washing out on the line. Taking the opportunity while the sun shines, I have spent the morning taking the hen house apart for a deep clean. I now smell fetchingly of Jeyes Fluid lol, but I am content that the hens arent quite so muddy in there now, and are lovely, clean and snug. We have had deluge-proportions of rain in recent weeks, and this sunshine is so welcome in helping to dry up the mud out there. While I cleaned they happily scratched around unconfined for a change- I am looking forward to the Spring for their sakes, later light in the evenings, and more freedom for them. Another reason to look forward to the Spring is (hopefully) the arrival of a few more hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had four chicks hatch three weeks ago- they are so gorgeous. I took these pics yesterday- and we are all really praying they are girls. The future is usually bleak for boy chicks. She has more eggs hatching as I type, and so far three have hatched, we are hoping that from the two sets, we can both have a few new little girl hens each in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxujIsXL2AI/AAAAAAAAJwg/g2LJOfKsfXQ/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxujIsXL2AI/AAAAAAAAJwg/g2LJOfKsfXQ/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098746958469122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxujIQyPIuI/AAAAAAAAJwY/8wYBKTo_Bnw/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxujIQyPIuI/AAAAAAAAJwY/8wYBKTo_Bnw/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098739555738338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After my recent so-sad trip to the vets with Harry, once I returned home, I took myself off outside for a while. It was raining, and tears  and rain go well together. I had two empty blue tubs, and I filled them, and planted them with daffodils, (Late, I know, but they will catch up!) saying a prayer for Harry as I worked. In the spring the pain will have eased, and when these joyful trumpets open, I will remember him, and smile... another reason to look forward to the spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; George also has had his trip to the vets, for his kitten vaccinations,  "Expect him to be quiet for a day or so", said the vet.  No chance!!  he continues to run amok through the house, making me smile with his funny kitten antics, and Billy, his inner kitten rediscovered, is usually with him. the remaining 4 cats have pretty much accepted him now, hissing is much less common these days. He was playing peek- a- boo games with Pixie all last night. She sat in the basket, and he kept jumping up onto the rim, and then down again.  later, he was in the basket, and she was outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuic1YYW6I/AAAAAAAAJwQ/xuPohGBZZks/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuic1YYW6I/AAAAAAAAJwQ/xuPohGBZZks/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097993465158562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sammydog is doing ok, still having lots of fuss and love, he seems to have settled into his new single dog routines now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuic5NK62I/AAAAAAAAJwI/rHvyQCyl9zU/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuic5NK62I/AAAAAAAAJwI/rHvyQCyl9zU/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097994491882338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ive been keeping busy in the evenings last week.  remember my christmassy fat quarters from a few weeks ago?  well they are underway, heres a sneak preview of work in progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuickgm_uI/AAAAAAAAJwA/fMVIgBySbxM/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxuickgm_uI/AAAAAAAAJwA/fMVIgBySbxM/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097988936269538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm also taking part in some xmas craft swaps, all anonymous as usual, and Ive made a stocking which will be posted off on wednesday.  I cant show you yet, for fear of spoiling the surprise for the recipient, but I have taken pics for later. What I can show you is the lovely stocking I received through the post this week... its topped with velvet, and a velvet bow, and holly ,   golden bells, and the cutest little christmassy buttons and adornments that dont show up well in the photo. Someone has worked so hard on it, and I love it to bits..  If the very clever and lovely lady who made it for me is reading, thank you so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxuicUdiZwI/AAAAAAAAJv4/YzcN3pMUvPo/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxuicUdiZwI/AAAAAAAAJv4/YzcN3pMUvPo/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097984628418306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thats all for now, its 1pm and I still have so much to fit in to today, enjoy the sunshine if it blesses you too, back later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-1345055796138514850?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1345055796138514850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=1345055796138514850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1345055796138514850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1345055796138514850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-musings.html' title='sunday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxujIsXL2AI/AAAAAAAAJwg/g2LJOfKsfXQ/s72-c/DSCF0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-4960059164804669690</id><published>2009-12-03T21:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:20:45.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><title type='text'>thursday evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxgqmz5ux-I/AAAAAAAAJvQ/z1KOso0OEyE/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxgqmz5ux-I/AAAAAAAAJvQ/z1KOso0OEyE/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411121798541395938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxgqmUKaS2I/AAAAAAAAJvI/MP9CR7BdgRM/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxgqmUKaS2I/AAAAAAAAJvI/MP9CR7BdgRM/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411121790021421922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxgqmHy4OdI/AAAAAAAAJvA/cQ58Suz1L5w/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxgqmHy4OdI/AAAAAAAAJvA/cQ58Suz1L5w/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411121786701494738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxi4MqeMfYI/AAAAAAAAJvg/-7yVlML8r7g/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxi4MqeMfYI/AAAAAAAAJvg/-7yVlML8r7g/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411277479984528770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxi4MUsu1PI/AAAAAAAAJvY/pHqUbLAjKPg/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxi4MUsu1PI/AAAAAAAAJvY/pHqUbLAjKPg/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411277474139919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-4960059164804669690?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4960059164804669690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=4960059164804669690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4960059164804669690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4960059164804669690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-evening.html' title='thursday evening...'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Sxgqmz5ux-I/AAAAAAAAJvQ/z1KOso0OEyE/s72-c/DSCF0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-9133489191766851223</id><published>2009-12-03T07:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:35:15.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Nights Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxdqB2dz-iI/AAAAAAAAJu4/u8I98SEEWCI/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxdqB2dz-iI/AAAAAAAAJu4/u8I98SEEWCI/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410910057341909538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxdqBnpnDII/AAAAAAAAJuw/A77yzNwecos/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxdqBnpnDII/AAAAAAAAJuw/A77yzNwecos/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410910053364862082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;... It was very cloudy, and raining most of the evening. These were the only pics I managed to get when the cloud broke fleetingly....better than none at all I guess!&lt;/span&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/9017218413457522339-9133489191766851223?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/9133489191766851223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=9133489191766851223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/9133489191766851223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/9133489191766851223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-nights-full-moon.html' title='Last Nights Full Moon'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxdqB2dz-iI/AAAAAAAAJu4/u8I98SEEWCI/s72-c/DSCF0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-1272095987368696273</id><published>2009-12-03T07:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:16:32.367Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><title type='text'>George loves Billy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How sweet are these pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said before that Billy had 'adopted'  George, and right from his arrival was friendly to him, when the others werent. George is a terror, always pouncing on him, climbing on him, wrestling him, stalking him (and everyone else!) but ever- patient Billy just takes it, occasionally putting George back in his place, always forgiving his misdemeanors!  I am really proud of Billy, offering the paw of friendship when the others wouldnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos show what a lovely relationship they have, you can really see that George loves his Billycat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKw9YZCWI/AAAAAAAAJt4/7e-Z3VVP-NY/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKw9YZCWI/AAAAAAAAJt4/7e-Z3VVP-NY/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410734944791628130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbLLatWqsI/AAAAAAAAJug/lCTx71ufAAk/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbLLatWqsI/AAAAAAAAJug/lCTx71ufAAk/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410735399340780226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbYpNEcJLI/AAAAAAAAJuo/EkMcEz7HGNM/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbYpNEcJLI/AAAAAAAAJuo/EkMcEz7HGNM/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410750204726748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbLLGvQhjI/AAAAAAAAJuY/VWwiitr2pKg/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbLLGvQhjI/AAAAAAAAJuY/VWwiitr2pKg/s320/DSCF0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410735393980057138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKxUFMOeI/AAAAAAAAJuA/oWv6hRU-4po/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKxUFMOeI/AAAAAAAAJuA/oWv6hRU-4po/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410734950885112290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKwgkA4MI/AAAAAAAAJtw/OgDN1aTLtXA/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKwgkA4MI/AAAAAAAAJtw/OgDN1aTLtXA/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410734937055748290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-1272095987368696273?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1272095987368696273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=1272095987368696273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1272095987368696273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/1272095987368696273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/george-loves-billy.html' title='George loves Billy!!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbKw9YZCWI/AAAAAAAAJt4/7e-Z3VVP-NY/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-5164093458122767407</id><published>2009-12-02T19:37:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:49:10.069Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking and Cookery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>wednesday musings part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It rained heavily today.&lt;br /&gt;Sammydog has been so quiet this week. Its been 5 days now, and he is still not himself.  I guess it will take some time for him to adjust.  Today was  my day off, I was up and out early with him, determined to give him a fabulous taking-his-mind off-things walk. . December had other ideas. The sky was heavy, threatening, so I had put his waxed doggy coat on him, pulled my collar up against the cold and off we went. We hadnt been out long, maybe half an hour, when the clouds burst, and down it came. Such heavy rain. I was so glad I had put his coat on him,  he does feel the cold. I had managed to take the four photos below before the rain  intensified, and I had to put the camera away. The local hollies are laden with berries, some say its a sign of a harsh winter to come, i know dont if thats right or not, I just think its so beautiful, (its my favourite tree/ shrub) and a good source of food for the birds over winter.&lt;br /&gt;At the rains' heaviest, we ducked into a dog friendly local cafe, and I had a hot chocolate while we waited for the rain to lessen. Half an hour later, the rain still constant, I decided we had to brave it and head quickly for home. I was soaked by the time we got home, and as I took his coat off him, Sammydog unexpectedly shook, and I had another soaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His walk wasnt the most relaxed, leisurely, lots-of-interesting smells walk I hoped it would be for him, but he really enjoyed his bowl of warm tea when we returned  home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCU3I-l4I/AAAAAAAAJtY/lPw3sZvgJ0M/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCU3I-l4I/AAAAAAAAJtY/lPw3sZvgJ0M/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725665987008386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCUiGfVbI/AAAAAAAAJtQ/QV8yBvOfbxI/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCUiGfVbI/AAAAAAAAJtQ/QV8yBvOfbxI/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725660339426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCUaSe3LI/AAAAAAAAJtI/yrLPAyk-OXs/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCUaSe3LI/AAAAAAAAJtI/yrLPAyk-OXs/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725658242243762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCT-mD8MI/AAAAAAAAJtA/NeIscDVvzS0/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCT-mD8MI/AAAAAAAAJtA/NeIscDVvzS0/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725650808172738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Once dry, and any plans for gardening washed away with the deluge outside, I spent an hour in the kitchen. It helps to keep busy right now, it helps me not notice how much more quiet the house is without Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCe6AsreI/AAAAAAAAJto/Xqatec9PmLc/s1600-h/DSCF0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCe6AsreI/AAAAAAAAJto/Xqatec9PmLc/s320/DSCF0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725838556278242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCeyu3FNI/AAAAAAAAJtg/vnptSeXbHXE/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCeyu3FNI/AAAAAAAAJtg/vnptSeXbHXE/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725836602414290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-5164093458122767407?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5164093458122767407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=5164093458122767407&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5164093458122767407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5164093458122767407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-musings-part-2.html' title='wednesday musings part 2'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxbCU3I-l4I/AAAAAAAAJtY/lPw3sZvgJ0M/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-4985512055453952803</id><published>2009-12-02T08:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:03:55.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>wednesday musings-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The loss of Harry is still raw here, we all miss him. The other animals though, have been such a comfort, so sweet, so funny, so cuddly, so naughty, they demand attention, they give love back, and that has been helping. Here's a selection of photos taken over the last few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr2PQYHcI/AAAAAAAAJs4/7lnzWLJN9I4/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr2PQYHcI/AAAAAAAAJs4/7lnzWLJN9I4/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410560213140381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;finn and millie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr13sArgI/AAAAAAAAJsw/N9Yy3VNglhg/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr13sArgI/AAAAAAAAJsw/N9Yy3VNglhg/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410560206813834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;george&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;trouble brewing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1pd-xhI/AAAAAAAAJso/im4tnzZY-Bo/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1pd-xhI/AAAAAAAAJso/im4tnzZY-Bo/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410560202996893202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pixie&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butter wouldnt melt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1G4rmXI/AAAAAAAAJsg/gQwL-MEYXns/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1G4rmXI/AAAAAAAAJsg/gQwL-MEYXns/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410560193713641842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;who, me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1OVY1zI/AAAAAAAAJsY/qZNjLN1Hvxo/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr1OVY1zI/AAAAAAAAJsY/qZNjLN1Hvxo/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410560195713095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Merlin, not pleased that Finn is in his favourite basket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrU8oGz2I/AAAAAAAAJsQ/KUVS9-LCQjI/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrU8oGz2I/AAAAAAAAJsQ/KUVS9-LCQjI/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410559641203953506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sammydog&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrThNr5mI/AAAAAAAAJrw/Ld25SVtym74/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrThNr5mI/AAAAAAAAJrw/Ld25SVtym74/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410559616665511522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's behind you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrUSDxaYI/AAAAAAAAJsA/ZrlzU1Dsb80/s1600-h/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrUSDxaYI/AAAAAAAAJsA/ZrlzU1Dsb80/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410559629777267074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrT2Jh48I/AAAAAAAAJr4/xYgF58HbBv4/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYrT2Jh48I/AAAAAAAAJr4/xYgF58HbBv4/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410559622285222850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9017218413457522339-4985512055453952803?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4985512055453952803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=4985512055453952803&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4985512055453952803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4985512055453952803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-musings.html' title='wednesday musings-'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxYr2PQYHcI/AAAAAAAAJs4/7lnzWLJN9I4/s72-c/DSCF0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-7253235932397588988</id><published>2009-12-01T07:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:13:54.281Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you for all the lovely, and so very kind, comments left on my previous post. The house is very quiet without our Harrydog, he was a big dog with a very big personality, and he has left a huge void here. All of us are quiet, missing him,the tears still come when  thoughts of him creep in unawares.&lt;br /&gt;but I know it was the right decision, even though its so very hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have little to write about, understandably. But I will post some photos of last nights stunning moon. She is almost full- tomorrow night she swells to fullness- and she was beautiful last night. We had our first proper frost last night- it was bitterly cold, and  by the time I got home from work it had been dark for well over an hour and the hens had gone to bed. I still made them some warm supper though (porridge) , and took it down, and although quietly roosting by then, they all all stirred, and devoured the lot. I do think something warm in their tummies helps keeps them warm through a cold,cold night. Extra straw was stuffed in too, and i was happier knowing they were as warm as I could make them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjwbKWMI/AAAAAAAAJqw/sOHenkX8Slg/s1600/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjwbKWMI/AAAAAAAAJqw/sOHenkX8Slg/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410172867533494466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjrRDzuI/AAAAAAAAJqo/b74gbE8emOI/s1600/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjrRDzuI/AAAAAAAAJqo/b74gbE8emOI/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410172866148945634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjXJY5tI/AAAAAAAAJqg/LI-jMsY7vv4/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjXJY5tI/AAAAAAAAJqg/LI-jMsY7vv4/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410172860748064466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my sons windscreen was white with frost, as were all the cars outside. it looked liked a light snowfall, glittering white and sparkly under the streetlights in the still dark morn. It took him a good 5 mins out there, scraping his windows clear, his warm breath swirling into the darkness as he did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMG1n9FpI/AAAAAAAAJq4/CnuDE4k0oK0/s1600/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMG1n9FpI/AAAAAAAAJq4/CnuDE4k0oK0/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173470224750226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frost on the shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, as day chased away the night, the sky lightened in hues of pinks, and oranges. These dont last long, and now the sky is dull and very pale bluey grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were all taken this morning, but have uploaded out of sequence, arghh. I dont have time now to shuffle them about, I have to leave for work in a few minutes, but they give an idea of  the arrival of dawn here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMTMRqSRI/AAAAAAAAJro/zkNv_mns6bU/s1600/DSCF0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMTMRqSRI/AAAAAAAAJro/zkNv_mns6bU/s320/DSCF0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173682463688978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMS0wla0I/AAAAAAAAJrg/cQlRewMABg8/s1600/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMS0wla0I/AAAAAAAAJrg/cQlRewMABg8/s320/DSCF0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173676150942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMIGPZsMI/AAAAAAAAJrY/5-iStVcyF60/s1600/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMIGPZsMI/AAAAAAAAJrY/5-iStVcyF60/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173491865039042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHyOGovI/AAAAAAAAJrQ/dY5M7YOgnXY/s1600/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHyOGovI/AAAAAAAAJrQ/dY5M7YOgnXY/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173486490886898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHqxlKqI/AAAAAAAAJrI/jQ44qAwEU6o/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHqxlKqI/AAAAAAAAJrI/jQ44qAwEU6o/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173484492204706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHHbxbxI/AAAAAAAAJrA/Sfd0hMeT35o/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTMHHbxbxI/AAAAAAAAJrA/Sfd0hMeT35o/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173475005493010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9017218413457522339-7253235932397588988?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7253235932397588988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=7253235932397588988&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/7253235932397588988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/7253235932397588988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-musings.html' title='Tuesday Musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxTLjwbKWMI/AAAAAAAAJqw/sOHenkX8Slg/s72-c/DSCF0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-5554073015625251751</id><published>2009-11-28T12:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:55:37.749Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so very upset.   Forgive me for being emotional, but those who have read here regularly will understand its how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my Harrydog put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly difficult decision, but the time for difficult decisions had come, and if you do nothing else for your pet, you do owe them the right decision at the right time.  Its still a devastating decision though, and we're all struggling with this , deep within our own grief.   I type this with tears rolling down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxJhEV-65gI/AAAAAAAAJqY/TMoV3zUFWh4/s1600/DSCF0001p+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxJhEV-65gI/AAAAAAAAJqY/TMoV3zUFWh4/s320/DSCF0001p+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409492829673809410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Harry, my big beast of a spottydog has gone now. I stayed with him while it was done, sitting on the floor of the vets surgery, his head on my lap. I stayed there like that, for a good while after his heart had slowed to nothing,  not wanting to go, tears flowing then too. And yet, it was the right time, the right decision. I am firm in my mind about that. Right for him, crap for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I can write no more, maybe in time, but not now. Please dont ask me for more, for my heart is breaking right now. Please- no poems about rainbow bridge and the like,  for nothing will comfort me right now, only the passage of time will numb all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxJgHaHY32I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/MvqSWp_thGQ/s1600/DSCF0001p+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxJgHaHY32I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/MvqSWp_thGQ/s320/DSCF0001p+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409491782811049826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-5554073015625251751?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5554073015625251751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=5554073015625251751&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5554073015625251751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5554073015625251751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxJhEV-65gI/AAAAAAAAJqY/TMoV3zUFWh4/s72-c/DSCF0001p+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-477515344177338423</id><published>2009-11-27T21:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:55:32.497Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals and pets'/><title type='text'>Pixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did smile this morning. Pixie, as she often does, had jumped up on top of a door. Odd little thing that she is, she likes her vantage points!&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at her, she wasnt alone, but was accompanied by her shadow - her spectral twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these two pics, one with flash that chased her twin away, and the other, without flash, that reveals her usually secret friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxBENhGgQzI/AAAAAAAAJqI/LAuUwCgg1QE/s1600/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxBENhGgQzI/AAAAAAAAJqI/LAuUwCgg1QE/s400/DSCF0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408898151486604082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxBENebl9GI/AAAAAAAAJqA/qjF-ucqUMjU/s1600/DSCF0017+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxBENebl9GI/AAAAAAAAJqA/qjF-ucqUMjU/s400/DSCF0017+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408898150769751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-477515344177338423?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/477515344177338423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=477515344177338423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/477515344177338423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/477515344177338423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/pixie.html' title='Pixie'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/SxBENhGgQzI/AAAAAAAAJqI/LAuUwCgg1QE/s72-c/DSCF0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-136281530660950914</id><published>2009-11-25T11:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:02:50.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>thursday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;he wind blew and bullied and blew all night tuesday night . On wednesday morning I came down to find 4 greenhouse panels blown right out. (They are polycarbonate) This was really surprising as my garden is actually very sheltered, surrounded by high fences and  mature trees and hedges that you would think would act as a windbreak. I chose the polycarbonate over glass because I thought the garden was sheltered enough! ah well, you live and learn!  anyway, three were in the garden, I couldnt see the 4th one. arghh!   So, off I went, peering over neighbouring fences etc, and I did find it, standing upright right against a fence, as if hiding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now its only November. Yes, we have had amazing storms, gales, winds, and rainfall the last few weeks. much more than expected and the worst for 100 years by some media reports.The garden is saturated, in parts the ground has turned to mud, slushy, rotting leaves lay strewn everywhere. But it is only November, there's months of winter weather ahead, and being a realist, I cannot see how this wont happen again at some point over winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; For now, I have popped the panels back in, as there's stuff in there that I dont want rained on. That was fun, up a ladder, being buffeted by the wind, lol. I added extra panel spring- clips everywhere, loads more, and secured them with 'triple strength waterproof external' duct tape as well, hopefully that will keep them all in for now at least.   I need to think about this for a few days to decide the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt; thankfully this morning the wind has dropped, it sounds very still and quiet outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I also began the big tree tidy up.. I did some a few weeks ago, and more today. theres a huge pile of branches and tree limbs on the patio now, waiting to be sawn up and then stored for the time I get my chimney opened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;George was due to go to the vets  for his kitten jabs, but thats now been postponed until the end of the week. So instead I caught a bus, met my daughter from work and we went to the cinema- (to see New Moon) the cinema was predominately female- fancy that!   :-)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Spending a few hours in the company of very handsome young vampires and werewolves isnt a bad way to spend a wednesday evening!  I can think of a lot worse!&lt;/span&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/9017218413457522339-136281530660950914?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/136281530660950914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=136281530660950914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/136281530660950914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/136281530660950914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-musings_25.html' title='thursday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-4313328519484387925</id><published>2009-11-25T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:05:28.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily quotes'/><title type='text'>a thought for wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tree is known by its fruits, a man by his deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a good deed is never lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he who sows courtesy reaps friendship. and he who plants kindness gathers love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Basil the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;329-379.&lt;/span&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/9017218413457522339-4313328519484387925?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4313328519484387925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=4313328519484387925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4313328519484387925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/4313328519484387925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-for-wednesday.html' title='a thought for wednesday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-5710098769113218819</id><published>2009-11-24T18:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:47:53.871Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you all for the kind get well messages. My headache lingered until lunchtime, and I had to take more tablets before it left me, but I am ok now after a morning definitely out of sorts and under par. the headache is gone but my head feels a little tender, bruised almost, where the headache was,if that makes sense. I spent the day sipping some lovely herbal teas, that helped too I think. I shall be having a lovely deep soak in a hot bubbly bath and an early night, both very restorative.  thank you again for the caring comments. x&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/9017218413457522339-5710098769113218819?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5710098769113218819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=5710098769113218819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5710098769113218819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5710098769113218819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-558342819480338029</id><published>2009-11-24T06:54:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:07:22.832Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>tuesday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I woke with a headache, a stomach churning,  skull-pounding, nausea causing headache.  I had a disturbed night, the wind and lashing rain on my window holding me from sleep. George wasnt helping either, as he charged around, leaping on invisible foe in the dark of the night, bouncing on my bed, and off my bed, wideawake, nocturnal , excited by the wind outside. Sleep eluded me for the greater part of the night, and into that sleepless cavern crept pain. I folded my pillow over my head, cradling the ache within the softness, and tried to sleep. I did sleep eventually, but my headache did not drift away with that sleep. It was still there when i woke this morning, ridiculously early, and I sat there in the dark for ages, eyes closed, sitting so still so that it didnt hurt. I  had to take some pills, washed down by several cuppa's.   My eyes are sore, my head is delicate but I think they are working now. They need to work. I have to go to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the poem below. ...'Lean against the cold fridge'.... dont you just know how that feels. havent you all done that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just another headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I turn off lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turn down the ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;brew some coffee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though I know it won’t help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I drink it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I gasp for breath&lt;br /&gt;(why does it seem like it's sucked from my chest?)&lt;br /&gt;and brace myself&lt;br /&gt;for another round of head-splitting pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean against the cold fridge&lt;br /&gt;wishing my head would stop its pounding&lt;br /&gt;(right here over my left eye,&lt;br /&gt;and in the very back just to the right of center)&lt;br /&gt;wishing the world would stop swirling&lt;br /&gt;drinking this awful stuff&lt;br /&gt;doctored with cream and sugar and asprin&lt;br /&gt;hoping my stomach will stop fighting&lt;br /&gt;taking a deep breath,&lt;br /&gt;as if for courage more than anything else,&lt;br /&gt;wishing that pounding, clattering, clacking noise&lt;br /&gt;would just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubbing my temples, pressing as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;bent over, praying to God,&lt;br /&gt;please, just let this pass.&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the floor next to the vent&lt;br /&gt;opening the buttons on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;drinking the coffee&lt;br /&gt;praying to God&lt;br /&gt;willing this pain to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s hot in here, this coffee is cold now&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;sleep will make everything better&lt;br /&gt;and when I wake&lt;br /&gt;(please God, don’t let me wake&lt;br /&gt;if I wake, this will return tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;and when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wonder what was so bad after all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Julia Horton 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9017218413457522339-558342819480338029?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/558342819480338029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=558342819480338029&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/558342819480338029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/558342819480338029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-musings.html' title='tuesday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-5365860465062556201</id><published>2009-11-23T20:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:13:07.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>monday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrows the 24th November. eek! where did November go? Its only a month until christmas eve, and I am gloriously, stunningly, unprepared. lol! whats more, I dont really care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Ive made mincemeat and some nice preserves. Yes I plan some baking closer to the date- how i miss all my baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ive bought cards to send (some gorgeous yule cards, and some christmas cards too, for those who dont know of my beliefs, for even in the 21st century sometimes we pagans still hide from some people!) The christmas cards I choose however, are always non committal- no nativity scenes, or particular words. I favour those with natural scenes, beautiful snowy trees for example, and the words 'seasons greetings'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all Ive done. I havent made a christmas cake, or a christmas pud. There's no point-my children wont eat either, and its not worth it, in time or cost, just for me. A mincepie (or several) will do nicely instead. Not a gift has been bought yet, nor a list made, or anything else planned.  Partly this is due to just not having enough time now for everything that demands time of me. (So frustraing!) and partly its a subconscious, or maybe even conscious, backlash against the rampant approach of 'commercial christmas'. I hate it with a passion,. the spend, spend mentality, the brainwashing, the extravagant consumption.  I have no intention of spending more than I can afford,  I will ensure my family have a good christmas, but that doesnt mean I have to mortgage the house to do so!  We wont be eating/drinking to excess either, just because we could. We will have lovely food and some special treats, but all within reason. all that unnecessary excess just means the new year starts with depression and a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing the small amount of shopping I need to do either online or in my small local highstreet. No-one needs to stockpile food the way the majority of people do, the shops, afterall, are only closed for one day, maybe two.  shopping locally will suit me fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work right up to christmas- probably until half past four on christmas eve, (Hopefully no later than that) and three &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; evenings in the two weeks prior to christmas as well. So, a low key, restful christmas will suit me fine- i will be so tired by then. I will of course have my solitary observation of Yule, of the Midwinter Solstice, on the 21st- and that will hold special meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times like christmas its sometimes hard to be single, not to have that special someone to share moments with, to make memories with.  it would be easy to dwell on that, but there's no point in that either, it achieves nothing. So Yule is mine and mine alone, and the few days of xmas will be spent with my children, my mum and my sis, with assorted furry companions, one of which will be seeing his first ever xmas tree... and just think of all the mayhem that could go with that....&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/9017218413457522339-5365860465062556201?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5365860465062556201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=5365860465062556201&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5365860465062556201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/5365860465062556201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-musings_23.html' title='monday musings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017218413457522339.post-637306935749336755</id><published>2009-11-23T20:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:31:14.316Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Swrvh63tsZI/AAAAAAAAJp4/Q5jZFZ56Bm0/s1600/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Swrvh63tsZI/AAAAAAAAJp4/Q5jZFZ56Bm0/s400/DSCF0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407397668629361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight's beautiful new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you looked at, Moon,&lt;br /&gt;    In your time,&lt;br /&gt; Now long past your prime?"&lt;br /&gt;"O, I have looked at, often looked at&lt;br /&gt;    Sweet, sublime,&lt;br /&gt;Sore things, shudderful, night and noon&lt;br /&gt;    In my time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   "What have you mused on, Moon,&lt;br /&gt;    In your day,&lt;br /&gt; So aloof, so far away?"&lt;br /&gt;"O, I have mused on, often mused on&lt;br /&gt;    Growth, decay,&lt;br /&gt;Nations alive, dead, mad, aswoon,&lt;br /&gt;    In my day!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   "Have you much wondered, Moon,&lt;br /&gt;    On your rounds,&lt;br /&gt; Self-wrapt, beyond Earth's bounds?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I have wondered, often wondered&lt;br /&gt;    At the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Reaching me of the human tune&lt;br /&gt;    On my rounds."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   "What do you think of it, Moon,&lt;br /&gt;    As you go?&lt;br /&gt; Is Life much, or no?"&lt;br /&gt;"O, I think of it, often think of it&lt;br /&gt;    As a show&lt;br /&gt;God ought surely to shut up soon,&lt;br /&gt;    As I go."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017218413457522339-637306935749336755?l=somersetseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/637306935749336755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017218413457522339&amp;postID=637306935749336755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/637306935749336755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017218413457522339/posts/default/637306935749336755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somersetseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonights-beautiful-new-moon-to-moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573431221299174647</uri><email>leannehb@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13070361872441897917'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWKvUYlojnQ/Swrvh63tsZI/AAAAAAAAJp4/Q5jZFZ56Bm0/s72-c/DSCF0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>