<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:30:13.197-03:00</updated><category term='grandparent'/><category term='weddings'/><title type='text'>Hudson House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238.post-2162936839599630831</id><published>2010-01-22T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:30:52.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparent'/><title type='text'>Time Flies When You're Trying to Have Fun</title><content type='html'>I enjoy reading blogs, catching up on the news and ideas of friends and family. I haven't been diligent in doing my own though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened in the past couple of years. I have a new daughter-in-law, a new grandson, a new soon-to-be son-in-law, a couple of trips out west, lots of trips here and there with my friend, Peggy, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan married Deirda Hopkins in December 0f 2007 in th3e Washgton DC temple. Deidra's family is from Philadelphia and that is where both her parents and Fred and I were married. It was a memorable ceremony as Dee was suffering from the flu that day and you can imagine the worst. Yes, she was ill at the end of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie and Alex made us proud grandparents on May 3, 2009. Little Owen Alexander Lambert has been a pure delight. Fred, Shaun and I all the the opportunity to visit them (at different times)  this past summer and the whole family came home for Tnanksgiving this past fall. It is hard being a grandparent living so far away. It is more exciting each telephone call as Owen and I have quite the googoo conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6559619256118472238-2162936839599630831?l=wendyhudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/2162936839599630831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6559619256118472238&amp;postID=2162936839599630831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/2162936839599630831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/2162936839599630831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-flies-when-youre-trying-to-have.html' title='Time Flies When You&apos;re Trying to Have Fun'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238.post-8129253888315606371</id><published>2007-08-31T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:34:49.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Addition to Flowers, I Love Animals and Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Since, I have gotten my camera, I love to take pictures of scenery, of animals, of trees, and you already know about my flowers and bees. These are some of my finds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This friendly squirrel I met at my friend Peg's. He was sitting patiently in the tree waiting for some peanuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIIpXGU-cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gUtizuuNJ6U/s1600-h/blogsquirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103150834432408002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIIpXGU-cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gUtizuuNJ6U/s320/blogsquirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then there were the ducks at the Tourist Bureau in Windsor. There are four pairs of them, but they don't like having their photos taken. I was lucky to g&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/Rtiw_HGU-kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U-gGVr2AmQY/s1600-h/blogduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105024775908293186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/Rtiw_HGU-kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U-gGVr2AmQY/s320/blogduck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;et one in a decent shot. I will go back soon to see if there are any children added to the families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Horses don't really care if you take their picture, as long as they have something to nibble on. Out on the Chester Road there are two groups of them that interest me. The one group appears to be all adult horse. The other group had some colts born this spring, so they are fun to watch. You will see that the young ones like to stay close to mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIMcnGU-eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MXBRua6noy0/s1600-h/blog2horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103155013435587042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIMcnGU-eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MXBRua6noy0/s320/blog2horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIMsXGU-fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lRMNfYuTjuY/s1600-h/bloghorsefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103155284018526706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIMsXGU-fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lRMNfYuTjuY/s320/bloghorsefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIOgHGU-gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XO5oexZPsJw/s1600-h/bloggulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103157272588384770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIOgHGU-gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XO5oexZPsJw/s320/bloggulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now lets head to the south shore and look at some sea gulls. The two guys look quite content to sit on the rock and enjoy the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/Rtio53GU-iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2S1qrVPsMQs/s1600-h/destructionisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105015889620957730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/Rtio53GU-iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2S1qrVPsMQs/s320/destructionisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had a great shot of a cormorant with its wing spread out drying them, until I found out what birds of destruction they are, I knew I could never use that photo. Instead I will share the island in Northwest Cove that they nested on and literally removed everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Instead I will end this session with a picture of something much more appealing. Another shot I took on the same afternoon. It made me feel better to see this sailboat and know that it's seaman was mastering the wind in his sails and enjoying the afternoon (I hope he was, as I enjoyed watching)... &lt;em&gt;If only life were as simple and free as the sailboat. But then again, even the sailboat needs a master...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtivgHGU-jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/20CvvTSLhiY/s1600-h/sailingsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105023143820720690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtivgHGU-jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/20CvvTSLhiY/s320/sailingsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6559619256118472238-8129253888315606371?l=wendyhudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/8129253888315606371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6559619256118472238&amp;postID=8129253888315606371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/8129253888315606371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/8129253888315606371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-addition-to-flowers-i-love-animals.html' title='In Addition to Flowers, I Love Animals and Birds'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtIIpXGU-cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gUtizuuNJ6U/s72-c/blogsquirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238.post-1670735173433662613</id><published>2007-08-26T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:16:13.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to the Barn Market went to the BEES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGhcnGU-NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FJ7tYinhh94/s1600-h/thebarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103037365691414738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGhcnGU-NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FJ7tYinhh94/s320/thebarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGjeXGU-QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5aSGZjrh_LQ/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yesterday the skies looked promising so I decided to go on a road trip to visit one of my favourite farmers' markets, The Hubbards Barn. I took a bag, got some cash and headed out mid morning to catch all the action before everything was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I knew I got there just at the right time, as the parking lot was overflowing and there were lots of people with children and pets walking around chatting and collecting their purchases for the week. My mission to was get some oils and vinegars from a vendor I purchased from last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGiNHGU-OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ffp_bWhuHyA/s1600-h/insidevendoroil.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038198915070178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGiNHGU-OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ffp_bWhuHyA/s320/insidevendoroil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; If you look closely, she is midway in the picture and her tall bottles are displayed in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There were three large areas inside the 'Barn' where vendors were packed in with no place for anyone else. The entertainment for the day was playing when I arrived. I walked around and looked at the baking, produce, meats, jewellry, photography, paintings, soaps, jams &amp; jellies, and much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGjeHGU-PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CXDykPfAjwA/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103039590484474098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGjeHGU-PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CXDykPfAjwA/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Once outside, I was even more interested, but not in the vendors. Outside there were also flower ladies, produce vendors, and even a gentleman selling food from his English heritage. It was all quite exciting, but my interest soon switched to the outside buildings, scenery and flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I love old style buildings so the one below caught my eye, along with the trellis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGpAHGU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/twrBW3TWsvc/s1600-h/trellis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103045672158165394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGpAHGU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/twrBW3TWsvc/s320/trellis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGo0nGU-YI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q-SBX62hJ04/s1600-h/shedoutback.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103045474589669762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGo0nGU-YI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q-SBX62hJ04/s320/shedoutback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGj9XGU-RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Px5XIKjpbYg/s1600-h/trellis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But that was nothing compared with what I was to discover next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;FLOWERS - and not only flowers, but flowers with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGnLHGU-XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZxnJjAgEUQ4/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103043662113470834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGnLHGU-XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZxnJjAgEUQ4/s320/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;BEES! And the bees were very cooperative. I turned my camera to macro and began shooting as long as they would let me. My research tells me it is the Echinacea commonly called the Purple coneflowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There were bees everywhere. They must have been attracted to the long stigmas sticky with nectar and pollen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGpW3GU-aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/40sxw4dMcUE/s1600-h/beeforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103046063000189346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGpW3GU-aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/40sxw4dMcUE/s320/beeforblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103042897609292114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGmenGU-VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4kF4iCqBTKI/s320/beeontheflowercloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGpW3GU-aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/40sxw4dMcUE/s1600-h/beeforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The rest of my trip paled in comparison to the bees and close ups. I did leave Hubbards and stopped in Chester and walked around a street art sale. The sun was bright and hot by then, so it was a nice afternoon. I purchased a wind chime that had stain glassed butterflies and hung it up as soon as I got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...And so ended my last Saturday of August, the last Saturday beforereturning to work at school...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6559619256118472238-1670735173433662613?l=wendyhudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/1670735173433662613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6559619256118472238&amp;postID=1670735173433662613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/1670735173433662613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/1670735173433662613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-trip-to-barn-market-went-to-bees.html' title='My Trip to the Barn Market went to the BEES'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RtGhcnGU-NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FJ7tYinhh94/s72-c/thebarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238.post-6710856898212926912</id><published>2007-08-22T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:24:07.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszN8HGU-BI/AAAAAAAAACc/XL6xL9oxdS0/s1600-h/shovelresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101678910485362706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszN8HGU-BI/AAAAAAAAACc/XL6xL9oxdS0/s320/shovelresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Can you tell that I love flowers? My camera, a Sony Cybershot H7, has a macro setting that allows me to take closeup shots. The colours of flowers are amazing and whenever I get an opportunity, I snap the colours of the rainbow found in these beautiful flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Take a look at these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPCHGU-GI/AAAAAAAAADE/zHpTy5r_xHs/s1600-h/readandwhitebetterresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101680113076205666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPCHGU-GI/AAAAAAAAADE/zHpTy5r_xHs/s320/readandwhitebetterresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPB3GU-EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2NzqKu4_0pQ/s1600-h/Daisyresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101680108781238338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPB3GU-EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2NzqKu4_0pQ/s320/Daisyresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-DI/AAAAAAAAACs/Zliuxa8aUao/s1600-h/cloverblossomresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101680104486271026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-DI/AAAAAAAAACs/Zliuxa8aUao/s320/cloverblossomresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Flowers are words which even a babe may understand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQKnGU-HI/AAAAAAAAADM/piwxsipcCLk/s1600-h/orangeyellowburstresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101681358616721522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQKnGU-HI/AAAAAAAAADM/piwxsipcCLk/s320/orangeyellowburstresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQLHGU-KI/AAAAAAAAADk/sKrsf1u52Hk/s1600-h/redpinkresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101681367206656162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQLHGU-KI/AAAAAAAAADk/sKrsf1u52Hk/s320/redpinkresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQK3GU-JI/AAAAAAAAADc/mYuxjtC5ud0/s1600-h/yellowresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101681362911688850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQK3GU-JI/AAAAAAAAADc/mYuxjtC5ud0/s320/yellowresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQ6HGU-LI/AAAAAAAAADs/1FI3tsGtVPg/s1600-h/pinkrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101682174660507826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszQ6HGU-LI/AAAAAAAAADs/1FI3tsGtVPg/s320/pinkrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-CI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZeppEiTdmVU/s1600-h/browneyedgirlresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101680104486271010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-CI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZeppEiTdmVU/s320/browneyedgirlresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszRQHGU-MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r_hcS65MgE4/s1600-h/redresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101682552617629890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszRQHGU-MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r_hcS65MgE4/s320/redresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...and so I look for more colours; &lt;em&gt;soon the colours of autumn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-CI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZeppEiTdmVU/s1600-h/browneyedgirlresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszPBnGU-CI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZeppEiTdmVU/s1600-h/browneyedgirlresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6559619256118472238-6710856898212926912?l=wendyhudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/6710856898212926912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6559619256118472238&amp;postID=6710856898212926912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/6710856898212926912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/6710856898212926912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-flowers.html' title='I Love Flowers'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RszN8HGU-BI/AAAAAAAAACc/XL6xL9oxdS0/s72-c/shovelresized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559619256118472238.post-1930348960109734770</id><published>2007-08-22T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:07:40.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lots of things I enjoy doing. Most of them are as a result of my years being a mother to four grown children - Kellie(30), married to Alex; Shannon (26) and hopefully married someday to Jason; Ryan (22) and very soon to be married to Dee; and finally Shaun (20) someday either going on a mission or attending school. Each one is a story in itself, but this is about my interests now that they have left the nest (or at least most of them have, and we are making a final push to get the last ones out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things we (my husband Fred and I) did this summer was move closer to my work in the town of Hantsport. Fred recently started a new job at in the valley, so we are now both closer to work. We love our new townhouse at the end of a quiet street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RsylTXGU93I/AAAAAAAAABM/QuPVJ5qk_zY/s1600-h/frontdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101634229940582258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RsylTXGU93I/AAAAAAAAABM/QuPVJ5qk_zY/s320/frontdoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6559619256118472238-1930348960109734770?l=wendyhudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/feeds/1930348960109734770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6559619256118472238&amp;postID=1930348960109734770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/1930348960109734770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6559619256118472238/posts/default/1930348960109734770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyhudson.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to My World'/><author><name>snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu9tSBAB9Mw/RsylTXGU93I/AAAAAAAAABM/QuPVJ5qk_zY/s72-c/frontdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
