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<\/a><\/p>\nThe foliage on the trees was beautiful. This maple outside our bathroom window really looked like gold.<\/p>\n
For the first time, my burning bushes were bright red. I planted these years and years ago and they have never displayed the red leaves like they did this year.\u00a0 We had even talked of replacing them, but I guess we won’t now.<\/p>\n The light coming through the windows this time of year is so different from any other time.<\/p>\n Here is a paint by number I just completed and the light shining through the windows gave it such a beautiful look.\u00a0 I’ve really gotten into paints by number and have another one ready to begin after Christmas.<\/p>\n The dogs always seem to find the warmest place to lay and sleep.<\/p>\n This just shows how close Molly, Lucy and Sugar have become.\u00a0 The puppies pile up on Molly and they are all toasty warm.<\/p>\n Speaking of puppies, a funny story.\u00a0 The other night David and I were in the living room watching a movie when the door bell rang. David went to the door and a neighbor down the road had all three dogs with him.\u00a0 They had evidently gotten out of the yard and who knows for how long were playing around the neighborhood. Molly looked absolutely exhausted. Anyway, we had to bring them through the house to get them back into the back yard and while bringing the puppies through, they got loose and began to jump on all the furniture. They were wild. They found my yarn and started grabbing it and running and David and I were chasing them all the way!\u00a0 One of them got a ball of yarn and ran through the house, trailing yarn behind her.\u00a0 We finally each grabbed a pup by the scruff of the neck and got them outside.\u00a0 Then we had to find out how they got out. We walked the yard and all we could figure out is they jumped the gate, so David built a higher gate by adding wood and screen.\u00a0 They haven’t gotten out since so hopefully it’s fixed.\u00a0 I’m still wondering how fat Molly got over that gate. I’m sure she felt the need to stay with the puppies to protect them and she got over somehow.<\/p>\n We went to the Artist’s Colony restaurant in Nashville with our daughter and her family. This is what they served. It was all delicious, and I didn’t have to cook!<\/p>\n Now for old books.<\/p>\n I’ve been going through my books and found some I forgot I even had.<\/p>\n This is very outdated but very interesting. Some of the countries don’t even exist any longer, I don’t think.<\/p>\n Korea is around but split in two.\u00a0 This picture was before it happened,<\/p>\n I have a feeling Canadian children don’t dress like this any more.<\/p>\n Norwegian boys “coasting.”<\/p>\n Evidently they only took pictures during the Winter.<\/p>\n No, here are two darling children dressed in their traditional clothes.\u00a0 Not sure they would be comfortable to play in.<\/p>\n Romania spelled differently?<\/p>\n We were watching Alice Though the Looking Glass a few weeks ago and I found this book I didn’t know I had.<\/p>\n Lewis Carroll drew the illustrations.<\/p>\n Alice and Humpty Dumpty. Did Humpty Dumpty come before or after this book was written?\u00a0 I don’t know. I may have to investigate this.<\/p>\n Beware the Jabberwocky!<\/p>\n Enough to give a child nightmares if this were read right before bedtime.<\/p>\n I was collecting Wizard of Oz books for a while, but they have become quite costly.<\/p>\n A story behind this book. I loved this book when I was a little girl and I still had a very vivid imagination. There is a time in the book when Princess Ozma is put into a peach pit and kept there.\u00a0 It just so happened my mother was doing peaches at the time and I took one of the peach pits and put it beside my bed. I just knew Princess Ozma was going to come out of that pit and be my friend forevermore.\u00a0 After a few nights, I knew it was not going to happen, but I really did think it would.\u00a0 To this day, I think Ozma is still in that pit!<\/p>\n I always loved this story of who killed Cock Robin.\u00a0 “It was I,” said the Sparrow, “with my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.”\u00a0 I thought it was the saddest of tales.<\/p>\n I haven’t read this book yet, but as you can see the lady who wrote the Little Colonel wrote this book and I loved the Little Colonel.<\/p>\n Oh, the “Jalna” books by Mazo De La Roche.\u00a0 Books about a family who settled in pioneer Canada.\u00a0 You can still buy the books and I have almost all of them. It follows the family as they build this wonderful house and raise their children. I just may have to read these again.<\/p>\n If you like to read gentle stories about good people who care for one another, read the Miss Read books. She writes about a village in England called Thrush Green and the school that is in it and all the characters in the village. I absolutely love these books and snatch one up anytime I find them because it’s hard to find some online.<\/p>\n I learned to read from these books.\u00a0 I saw new Dick and Jane books were being produced.<\/p>\n This pictures tell a story even if you couldn’t read.<\/p>\n I’m not so old that I learned to spell out of these books, but my parents were.<\/p>\n Even in the classics, there were pictures most times.<\/p>\n Haven’t read this, so not sure what is happening with this spider. I will have to find out.<\/p>\n Back in time this was not politically incorrect, but you won’t see a picture like this in any book today.\u00a0 It’s hard to imagine now.<\/p>\n I got this book cheaply at a sale.<\/p>\n I got it for the beautiful pictures inside of garden produce and flowers.<\/p>\n I had purchased this next book years ago and thought I would frame some of the pages, but since I’ve changed my mind and will keep the book intact.<\/p>\n In the days when they didn’t use photographs, but actual painted pictures.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Silas Marner. Anyone read this in school. 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