<?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-7059732488277876687</id><updated>2011-12-27T04:40:43.626+13:00</updated><category term='Swiss Saturday'/><title type='text'>Scent of Spring</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6709111974225479500</id><published>2011-01-11T08:39:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:02:24.022+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Start At The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TSthpcXxEFI/AAAAAAAAAow/RvFiXF05X1k/s1600/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560645529537417298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TSthpcXxEFI/AAAAAAAAAow/RvFiXF05X1k/s400/IMG_4134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;renewal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dreary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lacklustre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so I stand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marvel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seeds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sprouting&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beholding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;promises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grasp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; live in. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_95" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_96" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_97" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_98" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_99" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; will fade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;. Not just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;draw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_123" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_124" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt;. So yes he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_125" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_126" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_127" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_128" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_129" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_130" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_131" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_132" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;be&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/7059732488277876687-6709111974225479500?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6709111974225479500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6709111974225479500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6709111974225479500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6709111974225479500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-at-beginning.html' title='Start At The Beginning'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TSthpcXxEFI/AAAAAAAAAow/RvFiXF05X1k/s72-c/IMG_4134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5182472919372692082</id><published>2010-09-01T07:09:00.021+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:36:52.769+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Istria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1cmEgfQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/gF2ikTStr0k/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511663328086148018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1cmEgfQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/gF2ikTStr0k/s400/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lavender scented stone house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1clmkm9wI/AAAAAAAAAno/BTYQ2L3kJd4/s1600/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511663320050366210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1clmkm9wI/AAAAAAAAAno/BTYQ2L3kJd4/s400/221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hammock under the walnut tree, made the best swing replacement for a little girl who loves swinging of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1ckqUmx0I/AAAAAAAAAng/JoJAFSu-imQ/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511663303877117762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1ckqUmx0I/AAAAAAAAAng/JoJAFSu-imQ/s400/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies of Croatia, oh the skies. Such a beautiful blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1cjzdcngI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OFcYySyNOiw/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511663289150250498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1cjzdcngI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OFcYySyNOiw/s400/169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On which the clouds arranged themselves differently everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1ar3QsgxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kTVghnfXlzE/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511661228586205970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1ar3QsgxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kTVghnfXlzE/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another world, where accordion music played from one of the houses in the tiny village and an old lady sat outside smiling with all her hard earned wrinkles at the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1aq1y_xSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ujRRrnSgP-Q/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511661211013334306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1aq1y_xSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ujRRrnSgP-Q/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where sweet sticky figs grew in abundance, not like the cursed fig tree of long ago. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7059732488277876687-5182472919372692082?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5182472919372692082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5182472919372692082' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5182472919372692082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5182472919372692082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-istria-and-figs.html' title='Of Istria'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TH1cmEgfQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/gF2ikTStr0k/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8376554501269160776</id><published>2010-07-29T02:45:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:06:53.424+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFRsiM96BYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eDlXidpCfpw/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500140379778450818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFRsiM96BYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eDlXidpCfpw/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island in Spain. With blue sea peeking through the trees below the house, the heat seemed bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHoZ7Y2iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZocgVCA8znc/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498973904499694114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHoZ7Y2iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZocgVCA8znc/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a different feel to beaches back home, here it felt like Peter might just be spotted fishing in the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHnZElQvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ik59ixoY3gY/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498973887089951474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHnZElQvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ik59ixoY3gY/s400/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the buildings, with their warm clay coloured stone. And the dusty fields, with trees that despite the ground had green leaves. And the shuttered narrow quiet streets that seemed to have no life, but if you walked slowly you could hear the sound of people, escaping the intense heat by shutting themselves up in their courtyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHmtk4x8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BAy6I-pla-E/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498973875414288322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBHmtk4x8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BAy6I-pla-E/s400/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBFrpAmKUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JrUWk0zT8dg/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971761064421698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFBFrpAmKUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JrUWk0zT8dg/s400/148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting on the still warm rock, in the dusk, I drew close to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-8376554501269160776?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8376554501269160776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8376554501269160776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8376554501269160776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8376554501269160776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/07/island-in-spain.html' title='Spain'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TFRsiM96BYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eDlXidpCfpw/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2938261630285484650</id><published>2010-07-08T06:13:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:03:45.178+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Summer</title><content type='html'>Two summers. But such a different summer is this second one I am in the middle of. Of course some things are the same, the beautiful heat that lingers long into the evening, raspberries that hint of velvet, splashes, pools and glasses of water, shades of green you could never count. But the surroundings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIr_LA5HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XklmLlXIwxM/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491234503689036914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIr_LA5HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XklmLlXIwxM/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fountains that have seen more summers than the people that drink from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIrXzf1JI/AAAAAAAAAl4/uz-htClfbzM/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491234493121418386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIrXzf1JI/AAAAAAAAAl4/uz-htClfbzM/s400/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses that scent the walls they climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIq4pyI2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/yvPVciDx3y0/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491234484759176034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIq4pyI2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/yvPVciDx3y0/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches that people walk into day after day, churches that speak of centuries and architecture and skill. And I wonder. Do people realise you can meet him anywhere, that he isn't confined to ancient walls. God of the ages though he may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTGGTLf51I/AAAAAAAAAlg/sRreABL8LYY/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231657201493842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTGGTLf51I/AAAAAAAAAlg/sRreABL8LYY/s400/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to drain the cup that he gives me, but I don't realise it will never empty. Because his water never stops flowing and I sit still in this second summer, and drink.&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-2938261630285484650?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2938261630285484650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2938261630285484650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2938261630285484650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2938261630285484650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-summer.html' title='Second Summer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TDTIr_LA5HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XklmLlXIwxM/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-452035543559541454</id><published>2010-06-20T22:35:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:56:10.159+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Munich On A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x3uKR4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N1sYyH-tusk/s1600/IMG_8925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484805860793376962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x3uKR4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N1sYyH-tusk/s400/IMG_8925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umbrellas everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x3V06zeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CdT67A-eREw/s1600/IMG_8928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484805854261333474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x3V06zeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CdT67A-eREw/s400/IMG_8928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flowers don't mind the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x25bZTiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/79xAKWZ0Vyg/s1600/IMG_8913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484805846638087714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x25bZTiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/79xAKWZ0Vyg/s400/IMG_8913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The always changing view from under the umbrella I hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3whPBe6CI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1RidzFj0k10/s1600/IMG_8932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484804374966233122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3whPBe6CI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1RidzFj0k10/s400/IMG_8932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I walk in Munich turns up something new to make me take a breath. I have so much more to explore but my eyes are already so sated with beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3wg0khTvI/AAAAAAAAAks/w63GFUIVzKs/s1600/IMG_8908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484804367865433842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3wg0khTvI/AAAAAAAAAks/w63GFUIVzKs/s400/IMG_8908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I don't think you can ever have to much beauty. And Munich is beautiful even in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3wgUw1D4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/YUgwIPzb1CE/s1600/IMG_8912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484804359327125378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3wgUw1D4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/YUgwIPzb1CE/s400/IMG_8912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little fellow walked some of the way with me. So grateful for the one who always walks with me. His name is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-452035543559541454?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/452035543559541454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=452035543559541454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/452035543559541454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/452035543559541454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/06/munich-on-rainy-day.html' title='Munich On A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TB3x3uKR4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N1sYyH-tusk/s72-c/IMG_8925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7552742373022887188</id><published>2010-06-09T03:34:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:05:25.482+12:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5op91cM1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/PrWsFzUEKdk/s1600/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432866739106642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5op91cM1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/PrWsFzUEKdk/s400/165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5oDQ1GpuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aO3p1M-Me4c/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432201823069922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5oDQ1GpuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aO3p1M-Me4c/s400/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5jmKRQGJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/tRVPMdP4QfY/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480427303799363730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5jmKRQGJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/tRVPMdP4QfY/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week spent by a lake, in an ivy twisted, high storeyed house overlooking the white sails which echoed the clouds above. Swinging under the ancient fruit tree, feeding the swans that hissed imperiously when there was no more bread, sitting down to feastlike breakfasts. It was so lovely and then at the end a dashed visit to Switzerland, to see a friend's face. We sat with our toes in the Rhine, drank far to much coffee, and just revelled in the fact that we could catch up so far from home. God is good. &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/7059732488277876687-7552742373022887188?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7552742373022887188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7552742373022887188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7552742373022887188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7552742373022887188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/06/by-lake.html' title='By The Lake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TA5op91cM1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/PrWsFzUEKdk/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4174638169549195994</id><published>2010-06-03T07:31:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T06:49:22.750+12:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life In Germany Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TAayQoZ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RstspXh-C50/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478261995536267890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TAayQoZ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RstspXh-C50/s400/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made it! After travelling for thirty hours I landed in a verdant, sunshine filled Germany, but what made it even better were the welcoming faces that greeted me. I have slowly been adapting to life in another family and culture, and having so much fun getting to know the children. They are such cute little characters, and it is holidays here at the moment so it has been great to get to know them on a relaxed basis. Germany is just beautiful, my notion of it being some sort of second cousin among it's European neighbours has been well and truly squashed. And as for the arch above? That leads to the green door of my little garden room, which even has geraniums on the windowsill. I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4174638169549195994?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4174638169549195994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4174638169549195994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4174638169549195994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4174638169549195994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-life-in-germany-begins.html' title='And Life In Germany Begins'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/TAayQoZ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RstspXh-C50/s72-c/177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6058108497678300511</id><published>2010-05-17T20:43:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:04:39.926+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A List Of Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S_EDj2TKBXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ibImkmI6m1s/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S_EDj2TKBXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ibImkmI6m1s/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472158936638031218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lasts happening here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend for a while with my darling friends, amongst the candles and laughter and sweet sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last roadtrip down to Auckland to the church that began to feel like family, with my brother and Mum this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last preschool music group, instruments ringing with the little lisped voices and shy smiles and raucous laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last gathering for a while of friends and family, fare-welling me with love, so much love and also tears. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh oh oh, how I am looking forward to all the firsts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6058108497678300511?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6058108497678300511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6058108497678300511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6058108497678300511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6058108497678300511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/05/list-of-lasts.html' title='A List Of Lasts'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S_EDj2TKBXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ibImkmI6m1s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1493049821258561238</id><published>2010-04-21T22:17:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:44:49.373+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S87TIUHzX2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NdxmGELbBck/s1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S87TIUHzX2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NdxmGELbBck/s400/r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462535537840840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The days are slipping away quickly now. There is such a lot to think about and yet I am trying to savor the moments and life as it is now. I have been catching up with my close friends, who are all very busy so I treasure the time I can spend with them.  I've deliberated on cupboard handles for the new kitchen with Mum and Dad. Spent another day in Auckland with my brother (and some friends of his this time). Made jelly from quinces and feijoas, baked sourdough bread. Whipped up sourdough pancakes.  And of course smelled roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1493049821258561238?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1493049821258561238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1493049821258561238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1493049821258561238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1493049821258561238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/04/slipping-days.html' title='Slipping Days'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S87TIUHzX2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NdxmGELbBck/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4133297935046923919</id><published>2010-04-12T12:41:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:32:54.978+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S8JsaN9z-rI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cpvNcA3qa_s/s1600/Ben+and+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S8JsaN9z-rI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cpvNcA3qa_s/s400/Ben+and+Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044896007781042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I zoomed down to Auckland yesterday to go to church. Loved spending time with my brother as it is only six short weeks till I leave.  And I feel so encouraged by the people we met  and the words they spoke to us. We stayed for lunch with some of them at a Thai restaurant and then went shopping until the night service. Which was incredible. The sun was shining in more ways than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4133297935046923919?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4133297935046923919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4133297935046923919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4133297935046923919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4133297935046923919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/04/shining.html' title='Shining'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S8JsaN9z-rI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cpvNcA3qa_s/s72-c/Ben+and+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7270426971171931245</id><published>2010-04-05T21:55:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:01:53.104+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Feijoa Picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0CMI2O2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8myKL4QYyqM/s1600/f+1.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0CMI2O2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8myKL4QYyqM/s400/f+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456590373247138658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The studio where I have been teaching lately has a big feijoa tree outside the front door. Briar and I went to pick some today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0BbHzvfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/omSprN2mi2c/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0BbHzvfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/omSprN2mi2c/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456590360089443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ground was covered with them. So we ended up with three big delicious bagfuls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0A0I5IEI/AAAAAAAAAio/6DxjfuIBDRk/s1600/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0A0I5IEI/AAAAAAAAAio/6DxjfuIBDRk/s400/f3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456590349625008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little kitten came along at the end and climbed the tree. I think Briar would have taken it home if I had suggested it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7270426971171931245?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7270426971171931245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7270426971171931245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7270426971171931245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7270426971171931245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/04/feijoa-picking.html' title='Feijoa Picking'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7m0CMI2O2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8myKL4QYyqM/s72-c/f+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-646077552230777596</id><published>2010-04-04T22:16:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:33:55.495+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7hoPZKPNpI/AAAAAAAAAig/LNTN6LetfHM/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7hoPZKPNpI/AAAAAAAAAig/LNTN6LetfHM/s400/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456225562220508818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For two thousand year old mercy. For a savior that bled. I feel such a failure, for me you say? Yes for me, even me. The notes play, waves of love and triumph. He is good this one and only God. He IS love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-646077552230777596?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/646077552230777596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=646077552230777596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/646077552230777596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/646077552230777596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/04/unworthy.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7hoPZKPNpI/AAAAAAAAAig/LNTN6LetfHM/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1658329156876781014</id><published>2010-04-04T01:37:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:00:03.946+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sourdough by Candlelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7c2sBzJwuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dlP5Rz28uJw/s1600/sourdough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7c2sBzJwuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dlP5Rz28uJw/s400/sourdough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455889603607773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sourdough bread. Made with no yeast, just a bubbly starter mixture given to me by a Finnish friend. Because of this it takes a long time to rise, 7 hours to be precise, but all that meant is I had the fun of baking it by candlelight. So very scrumptious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1658329156876781014?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1658329156876781014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1658329156876781014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1658329156876781014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1658329156876781014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/04/sourdough-by-candlelight.html' title='Sourdough by Candlelight'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7c2sBzJwuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dlP5Rz28uJw/s72-c/sourdough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2506894567274396943</id><published>2010-03-31T21:54:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:12:48.090+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"Great and Exciting Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7MN4qH8tOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nOz_YtewvkY/s1600/Card+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7MN4qH8tOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nOz_YtewvkY/s400/Card+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454718840707265762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7MN4aYjVPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mDeouAlbS20/s1600/card.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7MN4aYjVPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mDeouAlbS20/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454718836481938674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been spoilt this week. One little student bought and gave me a chocolate bunny (with his own money), then Carlos gave me another one of his&lt;a href="http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-gift.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-gift.html"&gt;famous&lt;/a&gt; biscuits and then this. A card, drawn meticulously in vibrant color with such lovely words inside. I'm going to miss my little students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2506894567274396943?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2506894567274396943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2506894567274396943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2506894567274396943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2506894567274396943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-and-exciting-time.html' title='&quot;Great and Exciting Time&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S7MN4qH8tOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nOz_YtewvkY/s72-c/Card+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4288065430703326365</id><published>2010-03-28T20:29:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:34:22.257+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombreuil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S68FstBA_4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/z2_pdew7sGE/s1600/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S68FstBA_4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/z2_pdew7sGE/s400/Rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453583939325198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two mornings when I have walked out our front door I have just had to go out of my way to smell this beautiful rose. If only I could bottle it's scent up so I could wear it as perfume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4288065430703326365?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4288065430703326365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4288065430703326365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4288065430703326365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4288065430703326365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/sombreuil.html' title='Sombreuil'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S68FstBA_4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/z2_pdew7sGE/s72-c/Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2644937400252698031</id><published>2010-03-27T20:29:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:52:23.703+13:00</updated><title type='text'>130 Year Old Cake and A Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621HN9h5PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VPGcdlVW-CY/s1600/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621HN9h5PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VPGcdlVW-CY/s400/sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213859426985202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; came running to give me a note asking me to a tea party. Since it was a beautiful day I suggested we have one outside and then we went to work making a cake. Not just any cake.. I used a recipe out of my 130 year old Mrs Beeton's cookbook just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621GeQL2JI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jBG9a1zET30/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621GeQL2JI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jBG9a1zET30/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213846620330130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to confess we didn't wash the fruit and dry it, I think our dried fruit these days doesn't need washing? And we also didn't use the lard! But I did use a teacup for the measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621G6nN50I/AAAAAAAAAho/FGeh1uO_g7g/s1600/Tea+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621G6nN50I/AAAAAAAAAho/FGeh1uO_g7g/s400/Tea+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213854233126722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After making sandwiches and getting teacups and plates out of my stash in my top cupboard we were set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621GGKW1XI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ox29Q9Oc8ic/s1600/ttt.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621GGKW1XI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ox29Q9Oc8ic/s400/ttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213840153433458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake was interesting, a gingerbread coffee tinged flavour.  Perfect with tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621Ftxc8kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/U76_wnx9g78/s1600/S+and+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621Ftxc8kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/U76_wnx9g78/s400/S+and+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213833606525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterward we read a storybook with exquisitely painted pictures about a little dutch girl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; had wanted me to read it to her ever since we started it and then couldn't finish a while ago. It was the perfect finish to a special afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2644937400252698031?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2644937400252698031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2644937400252698031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2644937400252698031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2644937400252698031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/130-year-old-cake-and-tea-party.html' title='130 Year Old Cake and A Tea Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S621HN9h5PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VPGcdlVW-CY/s72-c/sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-805107940918062764</id><published>2010-03-24T20:27:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:57:52.902+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble with Solly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6m--cXzMTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MxzH-TLPwno/s1600/scrabble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6m--cXzMTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MxzH-TLPwno/s400/scrabble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452098803885879602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Solly wanted to play a board game. Miracles never cease! We ended up playing scrabble. In the middle of the big empty living room that is being renovated. On a table covered with some old carpet and lots of building things we cleared a space. And we pondered and puzzled until there were no more letters left in the bag. (Or words as Solly kept calling them.) And he won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-805107940918062764?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/805107940918062764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=805107940918062764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/805107940918062764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/805107940918062764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/scrabble-with-solly.html' title='Scrabble with Solly'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6m--cXzMTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MxzH-TLPwno/s72-c/scrabble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1986042734661021619</id><published>2010-03-23T22:32:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:04:41.761+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset and A Mad Goat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6iMxQdVxCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NAYJAiY95xI/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6iMxQdVxCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NAYJAiY95xI/s400/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451762126791492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So on Sunday I had lunch with my gorgeous friends, Emily, Laura and Amy. It had been far too long since we had been all together so we had a lot to catch up on. But the most pressing thing to talk about was Amy's recently announced wedding! A week before I leave. I am so happy I get to be there for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6iMws4rzFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZBq7lQQItCw/s1600-h/go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6iMws4rzFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZBq7lQQItCw/s400/go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451762117242506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;house sitting&lt;/span&gt; for friends and later on in the evening when the others had left Amy and I wanted to go for a walk up the hill to see the sunset. But we had to outwit this rather vicious goat in order to be able to watch the sunset as he lives on the hill we had to climb. After having him menacingly come towards us quite a few times we managed to shut him on the other side of the fence and were able to watch the sunset in peace. It was stunning.&lt;br /&gt;Amy remarked as we were walking down: "At least he doesn't run fast, he only plods." No sooner had she said this than he turned around and came tearing down the hill straight for us. We couldn't believe it and were so glad to have the fence between him and us as otherwise we would have been rather sore. I never thought a goat could be so grumpy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1986042734661021619?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1986042734661021619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1986042734661021619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1986042734661021619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1986042734661021619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-goat-and-setting-sun.html' title='Sunset and A Mad Goat'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6iMxQdVxCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NAYJAiY95xI/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4680535497848842837</id><published>2010-03-19T21:10:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:22:20.637+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Fig Tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6M0IMJxmjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LbmBH9nz3x4/s1600-h/fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6M0IMJxmjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LbmBH9nz3x4/s400/fig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450257289354254898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luscious ripe figs, gift from a friend. Ben and Laura came for dinner, and afterwards we squashed into the makeshift living room to eat this and watch old family videos. Much hilarity ensued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4680535497848842837?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4680535497848842837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4680535497848842837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4680535497848842837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4680535497848842837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/fig-tart.html' title='Fig Tart'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6M0IMJxmjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LbmBH9nz3x4/s72-c/fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8373832448027957264</id><published>2010-03-18T22:43:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:05:39.588+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4dp0cXXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QOkN0m8k_34/s1600-h/5.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4dp0cXXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QOkN0m8k_34/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449910212420722034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The renovating continues. And so does the outdoors lifestyle. Dishes dry in the wind. And early in the morning we shiver a bit, scurrying around to get ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4dDNRtGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lEcCsavMjxU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4dDNRtGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lEcCsavMjxU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449910202055898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But in the afternoon, when the sun is out, it is a lovely place to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4cjteA7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Zfg4BM0rOs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4cjteA7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Zfg4BM0rOs/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449910193600988082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And inside the work goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4bjedQZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vrYhkC5lBO4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4bjedQZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vrYhkC5lBO4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449910176358154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is getting there! And soon we will have a lovely new (much bigger) kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4bReeQeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mXKkoEvGQkY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4bReeQeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mXKkoEvGQkY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449910171526382050" 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/7059732488277876687-8373832448027957264?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8373832448027957264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8373832448027957264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8373832448027957264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8373832448027957264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/deck-living.html' title='Deck Living'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S6H4dp0cXXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QOkN0m8k_34/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4444974459912016801</id><published>2010-03-14T16:57:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:59:53.002+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5xexNUR-eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fwowUuCyu4s/s1600-h/Crabapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5xexNUR-eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fwowUuCyu4s/s400/Crabapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448333848692783586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crabapples are ripe. The wind has a chill and freshness it hasn't had for a while. The sunlight has changed, it is golden and gentle. Autumn is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4444974459912016801?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4444974459912016801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4444974459912016801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4444974459912016801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4444974459912016801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/sign-of-autumn.html' title='A Sign of Autumn'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5xexNUR-eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fwowUuCyu4s/s72-c/Crabapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6284886600580031204</id><published>2010-03-10T22:47:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:02:43.989+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5dswLeJIQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/e8pYulwnCAA/s1600-h/biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5dswLeJIQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/e8pYulwnCAA/s400/biscuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446941849296642306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a special gift this morning.  A little boy in my preschool music group came in with a wrapped homemade chocolate biscuit! He handed it to me with a smile and then when I thanked him he got all shy and hid behind his Mummy. Thank you Carlos! You made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6284886600580031204?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6284886600580031204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6284886600580031204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6284886600580031204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6284886600580031204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-gift.html' title='A Little Gift'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5dswLeJIQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/e8pYulwnCAA/s72-c/biscuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-317184717172590755</id><published>2010-03-08T21:07:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:42:20.958+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz6ecHiaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IqJtBl8dkYg/s1600-h/choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz6ecHiaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IqJtBl8dkYg/s400/choc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446175666582555042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz53tFnHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Zin_LEj1wfY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz53tFnHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Zin_LEj1wfY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446175656184749170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz5hHWVII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jyB6ps_frPU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz5hHWVII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jyB6ps_frPU/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446175650120881282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz5I7exQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Hw02pf3jJ1E/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz5I7exQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Hw02pf3jJ1E/s400/r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446175643628651778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz4vl0WPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zjlthSkRcNg/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz4vl0WPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zjlthSkRcNg/s400/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446175636826904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday evening I spent at a country hall till very late, piping and filling cakes. All alone I was remarkably brave until I went outside to my car and a cow decided to bellow  in the dark which shattered my strained but under control nerves more than a little. In fact I may have run as fast as I could inside, locked the hall door behind me and not ventured out again till my friends got there. I may have.  Anyway the next day I was back at the hall, in the daylight this time and I finished the cakes and then got to go to the wedding! Which was straight out of a fairytale, set amongst pine trees at the top of a hill looking out over misty countryside. Under an arch of two old trees they pledged their love and the fiddles played. Then later the banquet began. Ending with cake as all good banquets should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-317184717172590755?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/317184717172590755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=317184717172590755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/317184717172590755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/317184717172590755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5Sz6ecHiaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IqJtBl8dkYg/s72-c/choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3587875321082114244</id><published>2010-03-07T00:16:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:28:08.635+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I59P8X96I/AAAAAAAAAe4/p8eL5MymUMM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I59P8X96I/AAAAAAAAAe4/p8eL5MymUMM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445478623858915234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I581lBiXI/AAAAAAAAAew/5FZSZDTBc3E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I581lBiXI/AAAAAAAAAew/5FZSZDTBc3E/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445478616781654386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I58bLtzhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Wxqyt74GtsQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I58bLtzhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Wxqyt74GtsQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445478609696181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I58C-y4KI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dGOr75koASI/s1600-h/Mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I58C-y4KI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dGOr75koASI/s400/Mix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445478603199537314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I57jRh2fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pEBC7p3kmT4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I57jRh2fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pEBC7p3kmT4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445478594688178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing. Bubbling. Crushing. Boiling. Washing. Cracking. Measuring. Stressing. Whipping. Juicing. And tasting raspberry sauce. It needed a bit more lemon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3587875321082114244?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3587875321082114244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3587875321082114244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3587875321082114244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3587875321082114244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S5I59P8X96I/AAAAAAAAAe4/p8eL5MymUMM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2916110375735183375</id><published>2010-03-04T20:58:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:35:38.002+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter With a German Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qnqIcpMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/D-AKbKfmMFs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qnqIcpMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/D-AKbKfmMFs/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444687704071382210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qnXzC6YI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0NjDPV4U-cM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qnXzC6YI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0NjDPV4U-cM/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444687699149777282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qmwlUn3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/BBFg5vrjFcM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qmwlUn3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/BBFg5vrjFcM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444687688623234930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These words you see above are the beginning of a new thing God is doing in my life. Yes. I am going to Germany!&lt;br /&gt;It started back in January when I put my profile on a few au pair sites thinking that maybe this is what I should do this year. I wasn't really sure if anything would happen but I started getting contacted by families. And then an incredible thing happened. A family contacted me who come from the very same city that &lt;a href="http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell-marie.html"&gt;Marie&lt;/a&gt; comes from! And not only the same city but the same area of the city.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it and though I hadn't been considering Germany as an option I replied. And then we talked. And I am going in May. To be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; pair for a family with two darling little children. I still cannot believe it but am so excited! A lovely family, a beautiful city, and the knowledge that yes this is meant to be. I feel blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2916110375735183375?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2916110375735183375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2916110375735183375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2916110375735183375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2916110375735183375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-chapter-with-german-twist.html' title='A New Chapter With a German Twist'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S49qnqIcpMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/D-AKbKfmMFs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-836507122284628052</id><published>2010-03-01T14:49:00.010+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:37:19.391+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4sdQ3yADnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bgdlO4U3qwc/s1600-h/Dandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4sdQ3yADnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bgdlO4U3qwc/s400/Dandelion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443476750296157810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there barely noticeable until it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left are a few clinging seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone crying. Because the pain is intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she knows that out of this good can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what she clings to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; though it may bend her almost to the ground it will never break her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise and the comforter who brings it is worthy to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4sdk6EKSxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cnggCmcXrL4/s1600-h/D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4sdk6EKSxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cnggCmcXrL4/s400/D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443477094506580754" 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/7059732488277876687-836507122284628052?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/836507122284628052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=836507122284628052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/836507122284628052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/836507122284628052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/03/evening-dandelion.html' title='Evening Dandelion'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4sdQ3yADnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bgdlO4U3qwc/s72-c/Dandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2150457037107558557</id><published>2010-02-26T13:09:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:46:46.181+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Up To The Very Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cV81hx_PI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KmTRI4Q6Wjo/s1600-h/Ahipara.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cV81hx_PI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KmTRI4Q6Wjo/s400/Ahipara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342809605635314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left early. And drove through farmland, little towns, wild bush with rivers running by the side of the road. Then we left the road. And churned through sand, splashed through pools of water and stopped for fresh air and a swim for some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVekSwIxI/AAAAAAAAAco/ers0jii7hjA/s1600-h/Bri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVekSwIxI/AAAAAAAAAco/ers0jii7hjA/s400/Bri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342289583121170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cWlS_lZGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q8HmVRfmauU/s1600-h/Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cWlS_lZGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q8HmVRfmauU/s400/Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442343504710034530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the road, and up to the very top of New Zealand. A long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVeSFbdOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nIqouehDr0A/s1600-h/View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVeSFbdOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nIqouehDr0A/s400/View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342284695401698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worth the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVeImxf8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/M4Ac-I7IFD8/s1600-h/Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVeImxf8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/M4Ac-I7IFD8/s400/Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342282150903746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swirling oceans meeting. The Tasman and Pacific. And a view as far as the eye can see. Beautiful Cape Reinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVdpxEglI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bMq6FK4_quA/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cVdpxEglI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bMq6FK4_quA/s400/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342273872593490" 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/7059732488277876687-2150457037107558557?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2150457037107558557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2150457037107558557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2150457037107558557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2150457037107558557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-to-very-top.html' title='Up To The Very Top'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4cV81hx_PI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KmTRI4Q6Wjo/s72-c/Ahipara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7960556422337426189</id><published>2010-02-24T22:31:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:38:52.659+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterscotch Peach Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4TyQEDVS5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-qv4X0LLljI/s1600-h/IMG_5341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4TyQEDVS5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-qv4X0LLljI/s400/IMG_5341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441740607549950866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to bake! I drove up the road to bake this cake, thanks to  a good friend who let me use her oven.  And I got to cuddle her little baby as well. Two lots of sweetness in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7960556422337426189?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7960556422337426189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7960556422337426189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7960556422337426189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7960556422337426189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/butterscotch-peach-cake.html' title='Butterscotch Peach Cake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4TyQEDVS5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-qv4X0LLljI/s72-c/IMG_5341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7137230329802827302</id><published>2010-02-23T22:17:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:38:42.428+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4OiGC6-h-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/uG24qshZkAY/s1600-h/IMG_2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4OiGC6-h-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/uG24qshZkAY/s400/IMG_2992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441370999540844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man of sorrows. My God. He is just incredible and I bow and I marvel. The tears burn and I see a glimpse but it feels like a chasm has opened. I see his inexpressible beauty. And I thank him. That he stoops down, becomes a man of sorrows, carries our burdens and loves us. Loves us with all the love in the world. Us wayward, hurting, afflicted people. I am overwhelmed by his goodness and I fall down in worship before him. The Lord of the star fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7137230329802827302?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7137230329802827302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7137230329802827302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7137230329802827302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7137230329802827302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/awe.html' title='Awe'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4OiGC6-h-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/uG24qshZkAY/s72-c/IMG_2992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-492191534221319857</id><published>2010-02-22T14:22:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:48:45.938+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4HifEhJZlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WgWnE5ua_go/s1600-h/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4HifEhJZlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WgWnE5ua_go/s400/IMG_4841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440878848256861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4HgrtyY62I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ey50OcA4XWQ/s1600-h/IMG_4864.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4HgrtyY62I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ey50OcA4XWQ/s400/IMG_4864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440876866470210402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent Saturday afternoon at Whale bay with Robyn. It was a stunning afternoon, the water was glassy and there were hardly any people there. Later in the afternoon we all went for a walk to one end of the beach and then turned around and walked to the other end. Robyn was sea shell hunting for most of our walk, stooping down to pick up the ones she liked. When we got to the other end suddenly she exclaimed "Where are my glasses?". And the hunt was on. She had had them tucked into her top so they must have fallen off when she was bending down for the shells we deduced. I quickly looked back on the photos I had taken and could see roughly where she had them on and where she didn't so we all went and searched that stretch of the beach. What a mission, they weren't on the sand so into the water we waded, combing the sand for any trace of her expensive prescription glasses. We couldn't see them anywhere but kept looking and just when we were about to give up a man came running down to us to ask if we had lost something. Explaining what happened he joined in the search and then his wife joined in  and no sooner had she walked into the water we heard her yell and looked around to see her waving the glasses in the air! Robyn cried and hugged her, they were beaming at us and then after a little chat we said goodbye  with Robyn wishing them a nice life. It was the best ending to a gorgeous afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-492191534221319857?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/492191534221319857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=492191534221319857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/492191534221319857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/492191534221319857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/whale-bay.html' title='Whale Bay'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S4HifEhJZlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WgWnE5ua_go/s72-c/IMG_4841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4419756033262345051</id><published>2010-02-19T16:57:00.012+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:42:07.642+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovating and Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S3-qNiyWVkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Dd_u_VvBJs/s1600-h/IMG_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S3-qNiyWVkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Dd_u_VvBJs/s400/IMG_4701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440254024539854402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of kitchen renovations at the moment. Watching the substance that made up our old kitchen torn apart and carted away has been strange. For so many years things are there, stationary, and then in a few days they are gone.  And suddenly you see what has been hiding behind the walls all this time. Newspaper lined walls redolent of 100 years ago and big pink roses you can almost smell.&lt;br /&gt;Our little kitchen set up on the deck is working quite well, with the only drawback being the lack of an oven. Which for me is rather a tragedy. I can't bake! I keep saying and thinking 'if only I had an oven I could make...'. But I am trying to console myself with the fact that I can still make ice cream. Last night we celebrated the arrival of Dad's cousin from America. With our whole family here (including James our cousin from Aussie) we ate and talked as the rain poured down on the tarpaulin. Robyn is lovely and it has been so interesting getting to know her. We keep  noticing all the little similarities to Dad. Of course we ate homemade vanilla ice cream with berry sauce.  And for a while I didn't miss the oven at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4419756033262345051?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4419756033262345051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4419756033262345051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4419756033262345051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4419756033262345051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/layers-and-ice-cream.html' title='Renovating and Ice Cream'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S3-qNiyWVkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Dd_u_VvBJs/s72-c/IMG_4701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3633201543083964028</id><published>2010-02-06T21:59:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:51:54.365+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Briar Turns Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S20wcatgp9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u46qOA-JsoA/s1600-h/IMG_4481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S20wcatgp9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u46qOA-JsoA/s400/IMG_4481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435053590070732754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; had a party today! I can't believe she is 11, it doesn't seem so long ago she was a chubby cute little toddler with a blond mop of hair.  We had three little girls come for the party. So there was lots of giggling and fun. They went swimming, ate watermelon and marshmallows,  played lots of games; including one where one of the little girls ran right into a rosebush and scratched herself rather badly. She was very brave though. Then at the end of the evening we sang happy birthday and she blew out her eleven candles. Eleven. Wow. Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3633201543083964028?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3633201543083964028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3633201543083964028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3633201543083964028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3633201543083964028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/briar-turns-eleven.html' title='Briar Turns Eleven'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S20wcatgp9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u46qOA-JsoA/s72-c/IMG_4481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-9033102062261765754</id><published>2010-02-05T23:24:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:56:14.873+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2v2Id7_G8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/e9qi-Oq9alU/s1600-h/IMG_4371.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2v2Id7_G8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/e9qi-Oq9alU/s400/IMG_4371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434708000688249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad bought home a box of these luscious plums today. Today he also came home from his business for the last time.  The business he built up faithfully and then sold making it even more successful.  Ever since I was a little girl Dad has worked hard, long hours for our family. So it's crazy to think he will no longer be doing that. Crazy and great. Time for a holiday I think. With lots of plums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-9033102062261765754?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/9033102062261765754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=9033102062261765754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9033102062261765754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9033102062261765754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/02/summer-plums.html' title='Summer Plums'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2v2Id7_G8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/e9qi-Oq9alU/s72-c/IMG_4371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5019286378982838403</id><published>2010-01-29T20:06:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:35:28.815+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2KMettMdyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/dH0EfHjVIzU/s1600-h/IMG_4305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2KMettMdyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/dH0EfHjVIzU/s400/IMG_4305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432058559855359778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. I hardly ever get sick so the last few days have made me realise again what it must be like for the poor people that never get well. On Wednesday evening when I first started to feel rather bad I struggled to read the beginning of Lilith by George MacDonald. Struggled. Finally I put it down. Too sick to think clearly. The next day I slept, hid from the courier man when he knocked on the door, lay on the couch and didn't eat a thing until a few crackers in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Then today feeling a lot better I read When Heaven Weeps by Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dekker&lt;/span&gt;. It was incredible, a truthful painful story. I couldn't stop.  I will try Lilith again I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-5019286378982838403?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5019286378982838403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5019286378982838403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5019286378982838403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5019286378982838403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S2KMettMdyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/dH0EfHjVIzU/s72-c/IMG_4305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2255859272055374105</id><published>2010-01-25T20:20:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:46:05.976+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S11Hu02koRI/AAAAAAAAAas/FGnzs6FK6Ks/s1600-h/IMG_4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S11Hu02koRI/AAAAAAAAAas/FGnzs6FK6Ks/s400/IMG_4282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430575595465777426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying goodbye. Marie came into my life last year, as a rather reserved German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Au pair&lt;/span&gt;. I got to know her and found that underneath her quiet exterior was a bubbly, laughing, witty friend. She left yesterday to go to Sydney, another job calling. And after that she will go back to Germany to begin her studies. I went out to say goodbye. Saying goodbye to someone you have gotten to know quite well and not knowing when you will ever see them again is so saddening, especially when they do not share the same faith. When I came back and got in the car to drive home Sara Grove's latest cd was playing and it started in right at the beginning of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fvui12qOAr4"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;Which made me cry harder. I can't imagine what I would do if the friends I have known since childhood moved away. And I am not even going to try.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Marie. I will see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2255859272055374105?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2255859272055374105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2255859272055374105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2255859272055374105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2255859272055374105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell-marie.html' title='Farewell Marie'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S11Hu02koRI/AAAAAAAAAas/FGnzs6FK6Ks/s72-c/IMG_4282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4599677079115290906</id><published>2010-01-24T23:22:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:11:55.232+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding By The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wmJzH81iI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rAn1pcD-dKU/s1600-h/IMG_3536.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wmJzH81iI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rAn1pcD-dKU/s400/IMG_3536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257200486209058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early morning. The bride all glorious within. Sweet jasmine bouquet, scented with a mothers hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wmJPfVlzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/fGwm3B0yHc4/s1600-h/IMG_3716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wmJPfVlzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/fGwm3B0yHc4/s400/IMG_3716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257190920623922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ceremony. Long waited for kisses, by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl9J6j1AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RMrlbkDgeVk/s1600-h/IMG_3803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl9J6j1AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RMrlbkDgeVk/s400/IMG_3803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256983265760258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joy overflowing onto the faces of our  beautiful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl83f5GuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5SjDgdIrVRg/s1600-h/IMG_3873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl83f5GuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5SjDgdIrVRg/s400/IMG_3873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256978322070242" 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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wn8BwwekI/AAAAAAAAAak/Tzx-jUPG1Y4/s1600-h/IMG_3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wn8BwwekI/AAAAAAAAAak/Tzx-jUPG1Y4/s400/IMG_3929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430259162920548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groomsman and bridesmaid. Brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl8uMr3GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q3_i2X0UGJM/s1600-h/IMG_3891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl8uMr3GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q3_i2X0UGJM/s400/IMG_3891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256975825591394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl8DN0POI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hZCDbzqS_jw/s1600-h/IMG_3934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl8DN0POI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hZCDbzqS_jw/s400/IMG_3934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256964287610082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cowboys. Some from Vanuatu. Some from New Zealand. Some from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl70zckGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AjfqB2Z5Uw4/s1600-h/IMG_4014.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/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wl70zckGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AjfqB2Z5Uw4/s400/IMG_4014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256960418910306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving away in the evening light, golden fields glowed and murmured. May your love remain.&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/7059732488277876687-4599677079115290906?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4599677079115290906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4599677079115290906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4599677079115290906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4599677079115290906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-by-lake.html' title='Wedding By The Lake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1wmJzH81iI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rAn1pcD-dKU/s72-c/IMG_3536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5671858654301317024</id><published>2010-01-21T21:23:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:00:55.618+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Assessment Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8xcMTyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/X9tcWuPRnrM/s1600-h/IMG_3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8xcMTyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/X9tcWuPRnrM/s400/IMG_3260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429117882649562914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8rEv9YI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tGC8x221nq0/s1600-h/IMG_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8rEv9YI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tGC8x221nq0/s400/IMG_3235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429117880940623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8ANx9dI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HlI2MZMMTfI/s1600-h/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8ANx9dI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HlI2MZMMTfI/s400/IMG_3216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429117869435778514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was phoned Tuesday and informed that I could complete the first and final assessment for my Suzuki teaching the very next Tuesday in Auckland. So ensued an extremely mad week! Preparation, filming lessons, polishing pieces, studying teaching points as well as making a wedding cake for a friend and being involved in her upcoming wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to invite a German friend who I have been getting to know recently. Marie has been Au pairing for a family I know and I knew it would be nice to have someone to keep me from stewing too much on the drive down. We went down early and shopped on Queen St, I found my bridesmaid shoes in Vulcan lane and then showed Marie around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ponsonby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But the dreaded assessment loomed large on the horizon and by the time I got there I felt like I would burst into tears. The assessors were absolutely lovely and so encouraging. I teared up a little after I played my pieces but the rest of it went so well and I think I passed. Still waiting for the official results though!&lt;br /&gt;The incredible relief afterward was wonderful so we went shopping again to celebrate. Sushi for dinner at a charming little place that had a cat asleep on the floor. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;Helga the GPS saved us from many a wrong turn and though she talked a little too much( hence her name) we couldn't have done it without her. Small town girl that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-5671858654301317024?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5671858654301317024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5671858654301317024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5671858654301317024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5671858654301317024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-rung-up-tuesday-and-informed-that.html' title='Assessment Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1gZ8xcMTyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/X9tcWuPRnrM/s72-c/IMG_3260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2640198725078065626</id><published>2010-01-13T22:31:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:37:57.352+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Ski Journey To Oakura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bbtcp4l1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7qQ4s4eM1OE/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bbtcp4l1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7qQ4s4eM1OE/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428767974674175826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catch up time. Almost two weeks ago now when I was in the middle of assessment preparation I took a day off at the beach. We all journeyed over in groups on the back of our trusty jet ski to a little pebbly cove where the only sign of human life (other than us) was the odd passing yacht. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWA5qei_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/D6imeURZ6Bo/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWA5qei_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/D6imeURZ6Bo/s400/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428761711809039346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lay eating oranges that Jeanna (a new american friend) had bought and found out more about her life. We explored the little rise behind the bay and  burnt our shoulders in the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWAc9PUoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IasP_UivgOk/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWAc9PUoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IasP_UivgOk/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428761704103105154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little walk up from the beach back into the bush it felt even more isolated. Such stillness and calm. Perfect conditions for mossy logs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWAMQMQkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4glYMu-m514/s1600-h/IMG_3097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bWAMQMQkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4glYMu-m514/s400/IMG_3097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428761699619193410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The jet ski was in use the whole time, taking people wakeboarding and used as a diving platform. And tipping off the odd tired person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S02bzk9gvLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gAjUuuR6AaE/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S02bzk9gvLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gAjUuuR6AaE/s400/IMG_3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426164436448623794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell off just at the very end when we had pulled up to the shore after traveling back, fully dressed, so I can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S02by4dkPpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zNYoBQTHfmA/s1600-h/IMG_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S02by4dkPpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zNYoBQTHfmA/s400/IMG_3084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426164424503475858" 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/7059732488277876687-2640198725078065626?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2640198725078065626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2640198725078065626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2640198725078065626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2640198725078065626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/jet-ski-journey-to-oakura.html' title='Jet Ski Journey To Oakura'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S1bbtcp4l1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7qQ4s4eM1OE/s72-c/IMG_3174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6004267108894039368</id><published>2010-01-09T19:49:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:00:32.499+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Flowers Should Be Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0gox-FVayI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2WMvxbBdKEE/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0gox-FVayI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2WMvxbBdKEE/s400/IMG_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424630590111836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...these are growing instead. Plant in the wrong place? Maybe. Just as lovely as a flower? Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6004267108894039368?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6004267108894039368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6004267108894039368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6004267108894039368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6004267108894039368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-flowers-should-be-growing.html' title='Where Flowers Should Be Growing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0gox-FVayI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2WMvxbBdKEE/s72-c/IMG_3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3497392355550869468</id><published>2010-01-08T21:28:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:55:27.299+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Briar Hunts Caterpillars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0byD5erRAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EsTH2E1ZVsI/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0byD5erRAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EsTH2E1ZVsI/s400/IMG_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424288949997356034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked out the window the other day to see Briar and her little friend intensely searching among the brassicas for caterpillars. Their hunt was very successful and the poor green creatures were given rides upon the noses of their captors. All rather exciting if you have lived your entire life on a cabbage no doubt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0bwFzWvuNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Y93T5iVNwVA/s1600-h/IMG_2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3497392355550869468?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3497392355550869468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3497392355550869468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3497392355550869468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3497392355550869468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/briar-goes-caterpillar-searching.html' title='Briar Hunts Caterpillars'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0byD5erRAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EsTH2E1ZVsI/s72-c/IMG_2859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-745818802932227648</id><published>2010-01-07T22:16:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:56:53.878+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0WnXSyIlqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/uCST9eFwnmc/s1600-h/IMG_2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0WnXSyIlqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/uCST9eFwnmc/s400/IMG_2763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423925344858576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday these cake tins, and another one unseen, were filled to the brim with chocolate mud cake batter and then put into the oven for a long time. Not all at once of course. So in between mixing up yet another batch of cake mixture, my lovely friend Laura and I sat down at the kitchen table. And caught up on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-745818802932227648?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/745818802932227648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=745818802932227648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/745818802932227648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/745818802932227648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/cake-making.html' title='Cake Making'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0WnXSyIlqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/uCST9eFwnmc/s72-c/IMG_2763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8990014979748643628</id><published>2010-01-05T22:32:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:25:31.619+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0MPRd-06HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hV6LlSDhs1s/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0MPRd-06HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hV6LlSDhs1s/s400/IMG_2798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423195169064544370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has changed to Summer since I last wrote. I finished work with the vegetables, not sure what I'm going to do next! A dear Uncle and cousins visited for a whirlwind of a week. Mum and  I had a birthday. The holidays began. A darling baby girl was born to a friend. Christmas quietly crept up and then left again.  And a never before lived year started! And there is more change just around the corner. An assessment of my teaching. The wedding of lovely friends;  I'm a bridesmaid and Ben's a groomsman. And a new job, waiting for me somewhere. Another close friend is courting. Briar's birthday. So many good things.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I find it hard to see the abundance and joy of life. I look ahead and wrinkle my brow. With God's grace I want to be like the lilies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-8990014979748643628?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8990014979748643628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8990014979748643628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8990014979748643628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8990014979748643628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/S0MPRd-06HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hV6LlSDhs1s/s72-c/IMG_2798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-193459415248831232</id><published>2009-10-24T16:56:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:05:42.484+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Strawberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SuKAZ9Ztg3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SKYumrWhGfo/s1600-h/Strawberry+038-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396016487010763634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SuKAZ9Ztg3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SKYumrWhGfo/s400/Strawberry+038-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripe luscious strawberries. Some were a little too ripe so I sorted through them today under the blue sky, with a caramel coffee to sip. Just the sort of undemanding task that freshens a weary soul. Now I have to decide what to make with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-193459415248831232?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/193459415248831232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=193459415248831232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/193459415248831232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/193459415248831232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-strawberries.html' title='Early Strawberries'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SuKAZ9Ztg3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SKYumrWhGfo/s72-c/Strawberry+038-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-686021599909016523</id><published>2009-10-21T21:25:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:58:46.038+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St7J1pDKMJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZIB2atG9aq0/s1600-h/sarahs+annoying+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394971327025787026" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St7J1pDKMJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZIB2atG9aq0/s400/sarahs+annoying+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plum purple roses, on the bush that suddenly appeared one day, creeping out from under the fence. Planted many many years ago by the townspeople I imagine, as there are bushes like it in other gardens around here. It's scent is almost wine like in it's intensity and once a year it fleetingly flowers, a few weeks of purple jewels that I treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-686021599909016523?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/686021599909016523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=686021599909016523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/686021599909016523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/686021599909016523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-year.html' title='Once a Year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St7J1pDKMJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZIB2atG9aq0/s72-c/sarahs+annoying+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1395629001939058896</id><published>2009-10-20T21:41:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:55:55.243+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St6UJ8BqqaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/R5EL3vRgBHQ/s1600-h/sarahs+annoying+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394912302089284002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St6UJ8BqqaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/R5EL3vRgBHQ/s400/sarahs+annoying+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was almost everywhere I turned today. In a person's eyes, the way they talked to their child, the answers to my "how are you?" People, precious people, carrying loads of heaviness and limping along. Blinded to your love. Lost in a world in which not many people seem to care and if they do it's not enough anyway. Where do you want me God? Where? Because the pain, the need, it's seemingly everywhere...EVERYWHERE. And I want to be where I am supposed to be. Realising afresh that when I serve, that is when I am happiest. When I give I start to lose sight of myself and my grasping wants. The inward stagnation that occurs after focusing to much on myself evaporates. When I pour out the water flows and it brings me alive. And I want that. Glibly said and easy to just want it I know. But with You as my foundation I will press on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1395629001939058896?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1395629001939058896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1395629001939058896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1395629001939058896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1395629001939058896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/10/pouring-out.html' title='Pouring Out'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/St6UJ8BqqaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/R5EL3vRgBHQ/s72-c/sarahs+annoying+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6681875452677243859</id><published>2009-10-05T20:10:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:05:01.623+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wives and Daughters Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Ssmd7LKU5hI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3p5cwfN4z74/s1600-h/Wives+and+Daughters+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389012069059454482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Ssmd7LKU5hI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3p5cwfN4z74/s400/Wives+and+Daughters+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wives and Daughters has to be one of my favorite movies. Based on the book written by Elizabeth Gaskell, it beautifully portrays unselfishness and love through it's heroine and is also filled with exquisite dresses and English houses. I adore it! A gaggle of us girls assembled at a friends house this weekend to watch it, among other things. Things like walking down the country road to the very old church that can be seen across the fields from the windows of her house.  And preaching one minute sermons on any subject without saying 'um' from the little pulpit. Or the copious drinking of iced tea, not to mention the tea party that we dressed up for. Yes dressed up for in 1950's bridesmaid dresses, nightgowns and even a wedding dress. Quite the event I must say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6681875452677243859?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6681875452677243859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6681875452677243859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6681875452677243859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6681875452677243859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/10/wives-and-daughters-weekend.html' title='Wives and Daughters Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Ssmd7LKU5hI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3p5cwfN4z74/s72-c/Wives+and+Daughters+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5775245292376789314</id><published>2009-09-30T10:50:00.011+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:33:43.454+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daughter of the Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKgmYpoblI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Vml3m5iE5s/s1600-h/book+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387044685601074770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKgmYpoblI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Vml3m5iE5s/s400/book+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I discovered this book by one of my favorite authors at a book sale in our town this past winter. It just happens to have the most detailed and extensive frontispiece I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKglq3ooDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cHJDrSxK7rg/s1600-h/book+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387044673311776818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKglq3ooDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cHJDrSxK7rg/s400/book+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page after page of black and white drawings. I haven't shown them all here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKb7vxEBUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zhZBMv5Nnd0/s1600-h/book+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387039555025372482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKb7vxEBUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zhZBMv5Nnd0/s400/book+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in the middle of those there is a stunning color painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKb6uuwHlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eUC7erWwBr8/s1600-h/book+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387039537567374930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKb6uuwHlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eUC7erWwBr8/s400/book+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost begin to think the story will never start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPqbhj9eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yy_bcZ4Jh8E/s1600-h/book+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026063394338274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPqbhj9eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yy_bcZ4Jh8E/s400/book+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course it does. A story of incredible inspiration. I stayed up till 1.30 reading it, marvelling at the hardship endured and hoping for a happy ending. There was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPp6J-DRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/M9Yd7xAEKlI/s1600-h/book+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026054437014802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPp6J-DRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/M9Yd7xAEKlI/s400/book+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the list is 'Lady Ludlow and Other Tales' by Mrs Gaskell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPpPXfdlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JoWwYxLzDVs/s1600-h/book+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026042951005778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKPpPXfdlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JoWwYxLzDVs/s400/book+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one doesn't have a frontispiece like the other one though. But I am not going to hold that against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-5775245292376789314?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5775245292376789314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5775245292376789314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5775245292376789314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5775245292376789314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/daughter-of-land.html' title='A Daughter of the Land'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SsKgmYpoblI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Vml3m5iE5s/s72-c/book+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6847302501043835200</id><published>2009-09-27T22:34:00.012+13:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:54:04.354+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr815uq7fBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9f7Loue3pHk/s1600-h/Daisy+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386082945255308306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr815uq7fBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9f7Loue3pHk/s400/Daisy+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen anxiety was great within me, your consolation bought joy to my soul. Psalm 94.19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr815GWIUNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1uWKSUasWqI/s1600-h/Daisy+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386082934430650578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr815GWIUNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1uWKSUasWqI/s400/Daisy+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside this afternoon to read and spend some much needed time with the only One that understands my needy humanness. Lying among the daisies I felt him speak, and let his words penetrate through the anxious confusing thoughts that of late swirl through my mind. He will come if we acknowledge. He will heal if we return to him. He longs, oh how he longs, to redeem his people. &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/7059732488277876687-6847302501043835200?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6847302501043835200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6847302501043835200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6847302501043835200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6847302501043835200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/acknowledging.html' title='Acknowledging'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr815uq7fBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9f7Loue3pHk/s72-c/Daisy+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7760206828920584166</id><published>2009-09-26T22:01:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:31:54.958+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Variations on Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr3rvhBlN3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QoxQYyEmZeQ/s1600-h/Purple+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385719930956363634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr3rvhBlN3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QoxQYyEmZeQ/s400/Purple+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr3rvAltmhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WNRDAPt5DaY/s1600-h/Purple+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385719922249538066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr3rvAltmhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WNRDAPt5DaY/s400/Purple+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen in the garden late this afternoon, just before the sun dipped away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7760206828920584166?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7760206828920584166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7760206828920584166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7760206828920584166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7760206828920584166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/variations-on-purple.html' title='Variations on Purple'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sr3rvhBlN3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QoxQYyEmZeQ/s72-c/Purple+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-740388848712160568</id><published>2009-09-19T17:08:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:27:41.932+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SrRor7Sue7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8zyRNFBIgcc/s1600-h/Apple+and+Cherry+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383042558474484658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SrRor7Sue7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8zyRNFBIgcc/s400/Apple+and+Cherry+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up early this morning. I love getting up before anyone else is stirring. I cleaned the kitchen and then picked these delicate blossoms and arranged them with some pussy willow for the middle of the table. It started my day off well with it's refreshing beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-740388848712160568?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/740388848712160568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=740388848712160568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/740388848712160568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/740388848712160568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/cherry-blossom.html' title='Cherry Blossom'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SrRor7Sue7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8zyRNFBIgcc/s72-c/Apple+and+Cherry+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1062528539232661865</id><published>2009-09-12T23:10:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:18:01.484+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Saturday: Sunset on Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SquDS3w3HmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xp1rUStMWkQ/s1600-h/switzerland+461-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380538540053962338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SquDS3w3HmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xp1rUStMWkQ/s400/switzerland+461-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7059732488277876687-1062528539232661865?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1062528539232661865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1062528539232661865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1062528539232661865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1062528539232661865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/swiss-saturday-sunset-on-snow.html' title='Swiss Saturday: Sunset on Snow'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SquDS3w3HmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xp1rUStMWkQ/s72-c/switzerland+461-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-599937576298026958</id><published>2009-09-04T20:35:00.011+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:33:09.562+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spring Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqIXf3vi6ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QR-gcl2am78/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377886741340547474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqIXf3vi6ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QR-gcl2am78/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week there were so many reasons to throw a tea party I threw busyness to the wind and plunged into planning one. Friends leaving, a friend coming back, a friend who had just had a birthday and the simple fact that Spring was here! So I pulled out glasses and teacups, cake stands and flowery throws and cooked late into Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqIS2dOnzrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oF0FE4l_3mU/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377881631801986738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqIS2dOnzrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oF0FE4l_3mU/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arriving at the park everything got set up under a big and rather cantankerous tree, which with the help of a fresh spring wind sent its leaves and twigs flying towards us the entire time. Perhaps it was annoyed we didn't share the Rosewater glazed madeleines with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnz1aId-I/AAAAAAAAATs/4Q3FQ4rs0kA/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377552832776402914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnz1aId-I/AAAAAAAAATs/4Q3FQ4rs0kA/s400/IMG_0580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We talked of many things, buying a one way ticket to Europe among them. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnzCPWNWI/AAAAAAAAATk/NXO-LuI2_Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377552819040957794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnzCPWNWI/AAAAAAAAATk/NXO-LuI2_Bc/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Spring cake was cut and consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnyt7Rf3I/AAAAAAAAATc/wSecHhGG9Ho/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377552813588053874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDnyt7Rf3I/AAAAAAAAATc/wSecHhGG9Ho/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though many things have changed over the years we have all known each other, some things never do. Like our laughter about the craziest things. And our love for chocolate. And the feeling that when we are together problems seem to be less worrying than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWiO4O5OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i8ksUIpEIqw/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377533838678222050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWiO4O5OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i8ksUIpEIqw/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink macarons with chocolate filling. There's the chocolate I mentioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWhe_PjFI/AAAAAAAAATI/9SkanQ0hbT4/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377533825822723154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWhe_PjFI/AAAAAAAAATI/9SkanQ0hbT4/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It was a lovely morning, leaves and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWg2OL2hI/AAAAAAAAATA/AtOCYQjE6BM/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377533814879541778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqDWg2OL2hI/AAAAAAAAATA/AtOCYQjE6BM/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So looking forward to the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-599937576298026958?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/599937576298026958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=599937576298026958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/599937576298026958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/599937576298026958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-tea-party_04.html' title='A Spring Tea Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SqIXf3vi6ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QR-gcl2am78/s72-c/IMG_0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4830984651782126269</id><published>2009-09-01T17:43:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:12:32.809+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376374780174524690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Spy4YJer4RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PDWMDBsIg28/s400/Pukekos+and+Tree+Climbers+052.jpg" /&gt;If you had passed by our house today you would have seen this little urchin sitting in a tree, enjoying the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;This morning on my run I slowed to a walk when just over the fence I saw a tiny newborn calf, standing on it's jittery legs in a dew sparkling paddock, looking around in confused bewilderment at the wide world it had been born into. How nice to have the first day of spring as your birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4830984651782126269?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4830984651782126269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4830984651782126269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4830984651782126269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4830984651782126269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-spring.html' title='The First Day of Spring'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Spy4YJer4RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PDWMDBsIg28/s72-c/Pukekos+and+Tree+Climbers+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4516087047652567835</id><published>2009-08-30T23:11:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:39:56.653+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Late on Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>The last minutes of repose before another week. The rain is pounding the roof, but it's warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who show me You in yet another facet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grace that lets me live another day, try one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the hopes that are yet to come to pass but that propel me forward; giving me peace amidst the aching hands and vegetable orders, misunderstandings and shrouded hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the spring rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4516087047652567835?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4516087047652567835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4516087047652567835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4516087047652567835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4516087047652567835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-on-sunday-evening.html' title='Late on Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2434625644769388753</id><published>2009-08-29T23:19:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:34:59.731+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Saturday: Green Shutters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpkPVcElWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/iTq17MYJ1DA/s1600-h/switzerland+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375344491230485266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpkPVcElWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/iTq17MYJ1DA/s400/switzerland+119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This green shuttered house was where I stayed the first week of my trip. Originally a very old farmhouse it had been transformed into rather modern apartments. I'm glad they left the aged exterior alone; green shutters are not to be trifled with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2434625644769388753?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2434625644769388753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2434625644769388753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2434625644769388753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2434625644769388753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/swiss-saturday-green-shutters.html' title='Swiss Saturday: Green Shutters'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpkPVcElWxI/AAAAAAAAASo/iTq17MYJ1DA/s72-c/switzerland+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3154809156285253629</id><published>2009-08-24T13:25:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:50:43.078+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpHtVjBju3I/AAAAAAAAASg/aJLPNPBpEos/s1600-h/exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336784864525170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpHtVjBju3I/AAAAAAAAASg/aJLPNPBpEos/s400/exam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passed my exam with merit! Though I didn't do as well in some things as I had hoped, I am so happy and relieved that it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3154809156285253629?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3154809156285253629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3154809156285253629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3154809156285253629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3154809156285253629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/report.html' title='A Report'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SpHtVjBju3I/AAAAAAAAASg/aJLPNPBpEos/s72-c/exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-671470190417200960</id><published>2009-08-22T16:25:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:17:05.996+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Saturday: Tobogganing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/So9zvGFXjoI/AAAAAAAAASY/9aCE_qGHVwk/s1600-h/Selenas+photos+of+Switzerland+(65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372640133400465026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/So9zvGFXjoI/AAAAAAAAASY/9aCE_qGHVwk/s400/Selenas+photos+of+Switzerland+(65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day we hopped on the train and meandered far far up the valley we were staying in. When we were almost to the end of the valley the train stopped and off we got. Hopping on another little train we sped up the mountain. At the top was snow, lots of it, and a big cosy restaurant where you could drink warm hot chocolate or fizzy cold r&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ivella&lt;/span&gt;. Once we had refreshed ourselves from the journey it was outside into the cold and stillness of a Swiss mountain on a grey winters day. We hopped on toboggans and we were off, speeding down through the firs and trying not to hit them! With each ride we got a bit braver until a rather momentous tumble in which I decided that was enough of that. Hot chocolate anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-671470190417200960?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/671470190417200960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=671470190417200960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/671470190417200960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/671470190417200960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/swiss-saturday-tobogganing.html' title='Swiss Saturday: Tobogganing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/So9zvGFXjoI/AAAAAAAAASY/9aCE_qGHVwk/s72-c/Selenas+photos+of+Switzerland+(65).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3338487773522121126</id><published>2009-08-18T13:55:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:51:49.168+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quizzical Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SooLX46cP8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/yz0XJT-dvG0/s1600-h/Plum+Tree+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371118010635141058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SooLX46cP8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/yz0XJT-dvG0/s400/Plum+Tree+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;This l&lt;/span&gt;ittle wax-eye was in the plum tree this morning, flitting about in the flowers. I think he wondered why I didn't join him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3338487773522121126?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3338487773522121126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3338487773522121126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3338487773522121126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3338487773522121126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/quizzical-look.html' title='A Quizzical Look'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SooLX46cP8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/yz0XJT-dvG0/s72-c/Plum+Tree+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5929416440834481985</id><published>2009-08-17T20:18:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:25:31.458+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Shopping List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SokT6zZmrbI/AAAAAAAAASI/RunAnc2jWhM/s1600-h/list+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370845931566968242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SokT6zZmrbI/AAAAAAAAASI/RunAnc2jWhM/s400/list+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7059732488277876687-5929416440834481985?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5929416440834481985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5929416440834481985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5929416440834481985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5929416440834481985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-shopping-list.html' title='Today&apos;s Shopping List'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SokT6zZmrbI/AAAAAAAAASI/RunAnc2jWhM/s72-c/list+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7594957028934016171</id><published>2009-08-16T22:53:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:24:10.472+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbled Toffee Almond Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SofqjX0I-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w0Euu2qKJ1o/s1600-h/Toffee+Cupcakes..Salut+and+Solly+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370518974071634338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SofqjX0I-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w0Euu2qKJ1o/s400/Toffee+Cupcakes..Salut+and+Solly+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meant to be almond cakes with a tumble of miniature profiteroles and toffee piled on top, these wayward little things didn't quite behave as I wanted them too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;! Or maybe it was the tired person who didn't have the patience or dexterity to pipe out 300 tiny profiteroles. I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7594957028934016171?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7594957028934016171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7594957028934016171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7594957028934016171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7594957028934016171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumbled-toffee-almond-cupcakes-with.html' title='Tumbled Toffee Almond Cupcakes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SofqjX0I-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w0Euu2qKJ1o/s72-c/Toffee+Cupcakes..Salut+and+Solly+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7226979621007150954</id><published>2009-08-15T14:43:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:00:47.338+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Saturday'/><title type='text'>Swiss Saturday: Blumenkasten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoYjpK8fZAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ii_SPMJ1WSo/s1600-h/Selenas+photos+2+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370018795905573890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoYjpK8fZAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ii_SPMJ1WSo/s400/Selenas+photos+2+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These boxes of flowers were sitting on stone cobbles in the midst of a bustling market. I remember thinking I had never seen anything like them before in New Zealand. I might have to try making one one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7226979621007150954?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7226979621007150954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7226979621007150954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7226979621007150954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7226979621007150954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/swiss-saturday-tapestry-of-flowers.html' title='Swiss Saturday: Blumenkasten'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoYjpK8fZAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ii_SPMJ1WSo/s72-c/Selenas+photos+2+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7364904129661560519</id><published>2009-08-14T19:31:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:37:07.237+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>As quoted by our dinner guest tonight:&lt;br /&gt;"I am always relieved to be relieved."&lt;br /&gt;Left me chuckling absurdly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7364904129661560519?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7364904129661560519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7364904129661560519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7364904129661560519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7364904129661560519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-in-nutshell.html' title='Friday in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8568835874931573091</id><published>2009-08-13T14:41:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:07:31.191+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoOCnjLT_iI/AAAAAAAAARg/7HOtz1Xnv4A/s1600-h/Mirrir+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369278796724960802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoOCnjLT_iI/AAAAAAAAARg/7HOtz1Xnv4A/s400/Mirrir+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I pounced upon this mirror at a little antique shop in a country town I happened to be in. It's just what I had been looking for and almost given up finding. Now to find a colour to paint the walls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-8568835874931573091?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8568835874931573091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8568835874931573091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8568835874931573091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8568835874931573091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoOCnjLT_iI/AAAAAAAAARg/7HOtz1Xnv4A/s72-c/Mirrir+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6326417241460054113</id><published>2009-08-12T20:53:00.015+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:29:07.057+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKY7bRiKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/N7L0Fw8gMQs/s1600-h/Brianna,+Matt+and+Fungusray+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369021852480055602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKY7bRiKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/N7L0Fw8gMQs/s400/Brianna,+Matt+and+Fungusray+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blurred. That's what the last few weeks feel like. Months of exam practice ended on Monday. The relief at finishing is immense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV-lzgkmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-3P2xo3LjkM/s1600-h/Brianna,+Matt+and+Fungusray+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369018608311636578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV-lzgkmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-3P2xo3LjkM/s400/Brianna,+Matt+and+Fungusray+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Spending time with a cousin I haven't seen for seven years. Strange. It doesn't feel like we should be grown up but we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV-DwZQRI/AAAAAAAAARI/7goBmDIQ4Qs/s1600-h/Bens+B.D,+Exam+and+Excellence+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369018599171768594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV-DwZQRI/AAAAAAAAARI/7goBmDIQ4Qs/s400/Bens+B.D,+Exam+and+Excellence+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday of my other brother. Twenty. A brother who has chipped many edges off me. I love him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV9WYyekI/AAAAAAAAARA/0XzjF0Z2Q3E/s1600-h/Bens+B.D,+Exam+and+Excellence+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369018586993162818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKV9WYyekI/AAAAAAAAARA/0XzjF0Z2Q3E/s400/Bens+B.D,+Exam+and+Excellence+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKR4ToNCrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZQRbVT-H0Sk/s1600-h/Whale+Bay+Handstand+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369014102306654898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKR4ToNCrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZQRbVT-H0Sk/s400/Whale+Bay+Handstand+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after my exam. I didn't realise how much I missed the sound of the sea until I heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKR3w57QdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wjLa6KHKReQ/s1600-h/Whale+Bay+Handstand+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369014092985745874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKR3w57QdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wjLa6KHKReQ/s400/Whale+Bay+Handstand+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think we might still have some growing up to do though. &lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-6326417241460054113?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6326417241460054113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6326417241460054113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6326417241460054113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6326417241460054113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-breathing.html' title='Breathing Again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SoKY7bRiKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/N7L0Fw8gMQs/s72-c/Brianna,+Matt+and+Fungusray+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-536313288074947482</id><published>2009-08-01T22:32:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:19:22.717+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnQeHyNY8yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YLXgedfq2Yk/s1600-h/switzerland+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364946175190954786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnQeHyNY8yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YLXgedfq2Yk/s400/switzerland+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two and a half years ago I went to Switzerland (along with quick visits to France, Austria and Italy). I have lots of memories of the time I spent there and many photos so I have decided to post one every Saturday. I'll start with this icy tree that was sitting on top of a sunshiny hill we visited. As the Swiss would say 'so schon'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-536313288074947482?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/536313288074947482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=536313288074947482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/536313288074947482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/536313288074947482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/08/swiss-saturday.html' title='Swiss Saturday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnQeHyNY8yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YLXgedfq2Yk/s72-c/switzerland+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1507120782121870053</id><published>2009-07-30T15:12:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:33:43.564+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diminished B Minor Amid Moments of Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnESOQ-GFcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVqzhySFhdw/s1600-h/Exam+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364088667457852866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnESOQ-GFcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVqzhySFhdw/s400/Exam+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnESN0v9lmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BVEtyRpCfxQ/s1600-h/Exam+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364088659882382946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnESN0v9lmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BVEtyRpCfxQ/s400/Exam+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been rather ensconced in exam preparation the last little while. Diminished arpeggios, p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lagual&lt;/span&gt; cadences and modulations; such joyous things they are. I am trying to be calm but every now and then panic creeps into my mind and decides to stay for a cup of tea until I kick it out. I cannot wait for it to be over, less than a week and a half to go!&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/7059732488277876687-1507120782121870053?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1507120782121870053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1507120782121870053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1507120782121870053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1507120782121870053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/diminished-b-flat-minor-amid-moments-of.html' title='Diminished B Minor Amid Moments of Panic'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SnESOQ-GFcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AVqzhySFhdw/s72-c/Exam+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7817756173253836023</id><published>2009-07-25T23:05:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:41:11.184+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stir Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmrrBGOcwuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jNzcy-1gxDU/s1600-h/Late+Night+Baking+Session+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362356710421611234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmrrBGOcwuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jNzcy-1gxDU/s400/Late+Night+Baking+Session+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was feeling quite crazy tonight. After a day of getting things done that I needed to do I was ready to do something different. Suddenly inspiration dawned and then morphed into some caramel and chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mud cakes&lt;/span&gt; which are right now cooling in the kitchen; their sweet murky scent wafting up to me. Goodnight little cakes. I'll ice you in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7817756173253836023?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7817756173253836023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7817756173253836023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7817756173253836023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7817756173253836023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/stir-crazy.html' title='Stir Crazy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmrrBGOcwuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jNzcy-1gxDU/s72-c/Late+Night+Baking+Session+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2431185495535677742</id><published>2009-07-22T23:16:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:02:52.148+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Solly Has a Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Smb6t0G5NOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pyzi4osX9TM/s1600-h/Solly+and+his+17th+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361248071419770082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Smb6t0G5NOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pyzi4osX9TM/s400/Solly+and+his+17th+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Solly turned 17 today! I remember riding our old yellow trike with him sitting on the back dragging his feet on the ground. I can still hear him calling me 'ears' in a sweet little voice when he was too little to get his tongue around the S. So long ago now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Smb5tBelK5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_9ne98LmHco/s1600-h/Solly+and+his+17th+027-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361246958317284242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Smb5tBelK5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_9ne98LmHco/s400/Solly+and+his+17th+027-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a family dinner for him tonight and for some reason we all got him cards with cats on them, not to mention the activity book! (A crazy gift from a friend.) And I don't even think he has a great liking for cats. But he does have a liking for chocolate and coffee; both of which were liberally used in the cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2431185495535677742?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2431185495535677742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2431185495535677742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2431185495535677742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2431185495535677742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/solly-has-birthday.html' title='Solly Has a Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Smb6t0G5NOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pyzi4osX9TM/s72-c/Solly+and+his+17th+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7276662624696076286</id><published>2009-07-18T16:17:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:23:23.115+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes at Nectar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmFUGqE7XoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/K9NtvkeIkBU/s1600-h/Today+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657504898506370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmFUGqE7XoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/K9NtvkeIkBU/s400/Today+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twas a windy morning after a stormy night. I dropped in to see my sleepy brother and a little while later some of us were off to have brunch at Nectar Cafe. Laughter, blueberry pancakes and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conviviality&lt;/span&gt;. What would I do without my brothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7276662624696076286?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7276662624696076286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7276662624696076286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7276662624696076286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7276662624696076286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/pancakes-at-nectar.html' title='Pancakes at Nectar'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SmFUGqE7XoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/K9NtvkeIkBU/s72-c/Today+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-922894084645936647</id><published>2009-07-13T22:23:00.033+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:16:29.730+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Shy at the Supermarket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlsRU1IjWYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBw1QhjFLtg/s1600-h/Rainy+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895231245343106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlsRU1IjWYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBw1QhjFLtg/s400/Rainy+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While visiting my brother on Sunday, I tagged along on a little grocery trip. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little timid at first to take photos because: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. There were people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. They might have wondered what on earth I was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. I didn't want to be apprehended for being a public disturbance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got to the checkout I had more courage though and once we were outside I was called upon to do a photoshoot of the matching jeans my brother and his friend had purchased the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone happened to walk past during my snapping and this is the result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895224519710898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlsRUcFCWLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qXxSDYk1kdU/s400/Rainy+026.jpg" /&gt;Unexpected passers by make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-922894084645936647?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/922894084645936647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=922894084645936647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/922894084645936647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/922894084645936647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-shy-at-supermarket.html' title='Camera Shy at the Supermarket'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlsRU1IjWYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBw1QhjFLtg/s72-c/Rainy+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7487585403209993917</id><published>2009-07-09T22:47:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:00:50.166+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Threads of Gossamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlXNM-OlPcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IiLAaMB3mx4/s1600-h/spideryweb+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356412954573356482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlXNM-OlPcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IiLAaMB3mx4/s400/spideryweb+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7487585403209993917?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7487585403209993917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7487585403209993917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7487585403209993917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7487585403209993917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/gossamer-threads.html' title='Threads of Gossamer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlXNM-OlPcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IiLAaMB3mx4/s72-c/spideryweb+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-9196763198777462890</id><published>2009-07-07T21:20:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:33:28.834+12:00</updated><title type='text'>First Gleam of Dawn</title><content type='html'>The path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shining ever brighter until the first light of day. Proverbs 4.18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlMVDCci5SI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dcuf3_hnPgA/s1600-h/candle+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355647523814040866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlMVDCci5SI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dcuf3_hnPgA/s400/candle+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat down in the early light this morning with a vanilla candle to read my Bible. This proverb which has always been a favorite was worth dwelling on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So grateful I have the Light in my life. May I always be open to sharing Him with others who dwell in darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-9196763198777462890?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/9196763198777462890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=9196763198777462890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9196763198777462890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9196763198777462890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-gleam-of-dawn.html' title='First Gleam of Dawn'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlMVDCci5SI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dcuf3_hnPgA/s72-c/candle+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6500527349827247825</id><published>2009-07-06T21:26:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:05:19.444+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lime and Boysenberry Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlHEyWleGnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L4KLWVLncFw/s1600-h/Lime+and+Boysenberry+Cupcakes+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355277801255475826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlHEyWleGnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L4KLWVLncFw/s400/Lime+and+Boysenberry+Cupcakes+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I just felt like baking something. There were limes sitting on the bench, gorgeous cupcake cases I couldn't resist sitting in my room and I had a new cupcake cookbook that I hadn't used yet. These little darlings were the result. A lime and boysenberry flavoured cake, filled with lime and boysenberry curd and finished off with lime icing. They were pronounced delicious by Solomon. And I would have to agree with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6500527349827247825?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6500527349827247825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6500527349827247825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6500527349827247825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6500527349827247825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/07/lime-and-boysenberry-cupcakes.html' title='Lime and Boysenberry Cupcakes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SlHEyWleGnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L4KLWVLncFw/s72-c/Lime+and+Boysenberry+Cupcakes+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6442659671826079247</id><published>2009-06-22T21:45:00.013+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:59:04.742+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Conical Hill, Sushi and More Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFETRtMBxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvcTOWNcZvw/s1600-h/Continued+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350632930253997842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFETRtMBxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvcTOWNcZvw/s400/Continued+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next stop was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hanmer&lt;/span&gt; Springs, a little alpine tourist town where my friend works. We walked up the quaintly named Conical Hill one sunny morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFETOF57nI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9i856HREu48/s1600-h/Continued+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350632929283927666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFETOF57nI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9i856HREu48/s400/Continued+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And saw a Toadstool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBi3F_6wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FbrHzTtYDZs/s1600-h/Continued+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629899453328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBi3F_6wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FbrHzTtYDZs/s400/Continued+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first Sushi making attempt. Being complete Sushi amateurs I think we did quite well. It was lots of fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exceedingly&lt;/span&gt; delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBivmWrLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/q6LOnHoDl1I/s1600-h/Continued+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629897441553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBivmWrLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/q6LOnHoDl1I/s400/Continued+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back down to Christchurch we encountered this fog all through the valley. Pretty to look at but not so nice to drive through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBib8znYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/A2H462xfz60/s1600-h/Continued+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629892167015810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFBib8znYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/A2H462xfz60/s400/Continued+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Chai Latte...not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cushCOlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Juzf4zn2s1M/s1600-h/Continued+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350096839632894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cushCOlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Juzf4zn2s1M/s400/Continued+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Christchurch on my last full day there. We were in search of the chandelier cafe as it had left quite a good impression on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cuM-2y4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LANtbeqRHHs/s1600-h/Continued+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350096831168039810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cuM-2y4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LANtbeqRHHs/s400/Continued+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cinnamon Latte...mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cthZkb_I/AAAAAAAAANs/x4-tdKPp_Qw/s1600-h/Continued+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350096819468922866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9cthZkb_I/AAAAAAAAANs/x4-tdKPp_Qw/s400/Continued+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was so very english. Loved the backdrop and costumes but the storyline wasn't the greatest. We went to see it in a gorgeous old theatre. There were even fires and cosy couches if you wanted to have coffee afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9ctVbSHxI/AAAAAAAAANk/iELTSB_2csU/s1600-h/Continued+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350096816254885650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sj9ctVbSHxI/AAAAAAAAANk/iELTSB_2csU/s400/Continued+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we walked past the cathedral which is lit up at night. So gorgeously grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-6442659671826079247?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6442659671826079247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6442659671826079247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6442659671826079247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6442659671826079247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/06/conical-hill-sushi-and-more-coffee.html' title='Conical Hill, Sushi and More Coffee'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SkFETRtMBxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvcTOWNcZvw/s72-c/Continued+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2806792323239723753</id><published>2009-06-17T14:08:00.018+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:11:57.819+12:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Drink Coffee And Have My Portrait Painted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4cWhFdbI/AAAAAAAAANY/r8XilkDEOS4/s1600-h/CC+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348227354722661810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4cWhFdbI/AAAAAAAAANY/r8XilkDEOS4/s400/CC+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back! And I had a wonderful time. I took this photo of these snowy capped alps in the middle of an encouraging conversation with a fellow passenger. So nice to meet random strangers and go away feeling blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4cJhlu6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/bYbk623bN8k/s1600-h/CC+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348227351235115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4cJhlu6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/bYbk623bN8k/s400/CC+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After being picked up from the airport by my darling friend we spent the afternoon catching up over a delicious lunch in this chandelier bedecked cafe and then walking around the city centre, picking up some gorgeous sale items and enjoying ourselves immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4bgjbU0I/AAAAAAAAANI/emm9V3pHg4U/s1600-h/CC+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348227340236968770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4bgjbU0I/AAAAAAAAANI/emm9V3pHg4U/s400/CC+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped for coffee in Cathedral square; Caramel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macchiato&lt;/span&gt; and White Chocolate Mocha to be precise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4bS0e44I/AAAAAAAAANA/u53y4ofF9zA/s1600-h/CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348227336550409090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4bS0e44I/AAAAAAAAANA/u53y4ofF9zA/s400/CC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umming&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aahing&lt;/span&gt; over what we could do we decided to drive to a French colonial harbour town two hours away. On the way we stopped for more coffee and then stopped again to take photos by a lake in the hills. I'm sure the people driving by thought we were rather mad dashing across the road before the camera went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjhvqfRfJ7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mWQDyrAuD4c/s1600-h/CC+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147333242496946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjhvqfRfJ7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mWQDyrAuD4c/s400/CC+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were quite a few out takes before we managed to get this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjhvqH8G9dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/y9_5T3nzSlw/s1600-h/CC+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147326978815442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjhvqH8G9dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/y9_5T3nzSlw/s400/CC+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many French street names in the town. It was such a peaceful little town, and you could almost imagine yourself back in time with all the quaint cottages and shops that date back to the 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjheEi9u2lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Dc6RDCXLVGo/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127989700680274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjheEi9u2lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Dc6RDCXLVGo/s400/C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spied this painter and asked for our portraits to be taken. He was most obliging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjheES2UEBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Qqy51DvPDao/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127985374597138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SjheES2UEBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Qqy51DvPDao/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice place to spend the afternoon, I think I might have to go back one day and explore more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-2806792323239723753?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2806792323239723753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2806792323239723753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2806792323239723753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2806792323239723753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-which-i-drink-coffee-and-have-my.html' title='In Which I Drink Coffee And Have My Portrait Painted'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sji4cWhFdbI/AAAAAAAAANY/r8XilkDEOS4/s72-c/CC+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4772465669003997702</id><published>2009-06-10T22:43:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:00:13.647+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Si-SLxbDmZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PKoHPGn8ZVg/s1600-h/Daffys+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345652013655103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Si-SLxbDmZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PKoHPGn8ZVg/s400/Daffys+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popping in to say I am still here and busy as ever. (I have been enjoying these early daffodils and their fresh scent lately though.) I haven't had much to write about or the inclination to write lately but tomorrow I am going on a five day break to Christchurch which will be just the thing to refresh my weary soul! Soaking in the hot pools, walking around the grand old city, spending time with a dear friend, needless to say I am looking forward to it tremendously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4772465669003997702?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4772465669003997702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4772465669003997702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4772465669003997702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4772465669003997702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/06/popping-in.html' title='Popping In'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Si-SLxbDmZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PKoHPGn8ZVg/s72-c/Daffys+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6011592942354780559</id><published>2009-05-24T14:58:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:09:27.938+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tui in a Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Shi5F3tE1zI/AAAAAAAAALw/LoMycPpqo94/s1600-h/tui+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220868751218482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Shi5F3tE1zI/AAAAAAAAALw/LoMycPpqo94/s400/tui+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was hanging the washing out this morning I heard a whoosh of wings, followed by a gorgeous song. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tui&lt;/span&gt; had decided to land in the tree above me. I dashed inside to get the camera as these stunning birds don't grace our garden very often. He was rather camera shy sitting up in the highest branches but he didn't mind singing for me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-6011592942354780559?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6011592942354780559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6011592942354780559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6011592942354780559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6011592942354780559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/tui-in-tree.html' title='Tui in a Tree'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Shi5F3tE1zI/AAAAAAAAALw/LoMycPpqo94/s72-c/tui+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7586735704887640960</id><published>2009-05-23T20:53:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:00:43.194+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Arrangement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/She62N991bI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y1gXawqvjQU/s1600-h/Autumn+arrangement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338941323896280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/She62N991bI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y1gXawqvjQU/s400/Autumn+arrangement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still some roses in the garden! They are looking a little battered but gorgeous nonetheless. I picked some early this evening and arranged them in a teacup with some leaves. Perfect for in front of my mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7586735704887640960?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7586735704887640960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7586735704887640960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7586735704887640960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7586735704887640960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/autumn-arrangement.html' title='Autumn Arrangement'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/She62N991bI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y1gXawqvjQU/s72-c/Autumn+arrangement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4655563641573282980</id><published>2009-05-17T12:51:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:28:03.244+12:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of an Apple Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRmFT6mI/AAAAAAAAALg/6m6i2kSXYnU/s1600-h/Apple+tree+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599834458843746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRmFT6mI/AAAAAAAAALg/6m6i2kSXYnU/s400/Apple+tree+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; and I went on a little outing yesterday to buy an Apple tree. On a rainy day last year she randomly remarked that she would like to plant one. I thought it would be quite fun to do one day and yesterday off we went. After wandering around the farmers market we had breakfast in the garden centre's cafe; a gorgeous tea house that serves tea in antique china cups. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; chose Strawberries and Cream tea which we shared along with a croissant and in Briar's words "a very rich slice". So cute. It was all very delicious and then we went to look for the apple trees. There were none to be found! Apparently they aren't sold until June. I was a bit more concerned than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; however, she was more interested in exploring the garden centre. So we bought a pretty stock plant in a pot to give to Mum instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRenOaKI/AAAAAAAAALY/q7Zq7p07u60/s1600-h/Apple+tree+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599832453605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRenOaKI/AAAAAAAAALY/q7Zq7p07u60/s400/Apple+tree+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we stopped to take photos in the rose gardens, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; loved the wishing well. "It's like the well in Snow White". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRHdvUWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_1H0D5Pe4e4/s1600-h/Apple+tree+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599826239803746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRHdvUWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_1H0D5Pe4e4/s400/Apple+tree+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a very fun morning. And we might just have to do it again in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7059732488277876687-4655563641573282980?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4655563641573282980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4655563641573282980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4655563641573282980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4655563641573282980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-search-of-apple-tree.html' title='In Search of an Apple Tree'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sg9pRmFT6mI/AAAAAAAAALg/6m6i2kSXYnU/s72-c/Apple+tree+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2554378213818237999</id><published>2009-05-12T12:30:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:30:12.040+12:00</updated><title type='text'>An Autumn Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgjEMdK-LQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ulj3GwQhM58/s1600-h/IMG_7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334729476888472834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgjEMdK-LQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ulj3GwQhM58/s400/IMG_7261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo this morning and just love the way the sunlight catches in the droplet and turns it all sparkly like a jewel. Dad planted one of these trees at the front and back of our house when I was about eight. Now they are among the tallest trees in our street and look so beautiful every Autumn. They definitely grew a lot faster than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2554378213818237999?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2554378213818237999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2554378213818237999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2554378213818237999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2554378213818237999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/autumn-jewel.html' title='An Autumn Jewel'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgjEMdK-LQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ulj3GwQhM58/s72-c/IMG_7261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-604748384813274509</id><published>2009-05-11T21:41:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:02:37.119+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Compositions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sgf1YoWfj1I/AAAAAAAAALA/2Q5KmFx0mMQ/s1600-h/composition+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334502087141068626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sgf1YoWfj1I/AAAAAAAAALA/2Q5KmFx0mMQ/s400/composition+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I had a trip down to Auckland to attend a seminar at the University music theatre. When I got there they were selling second hand music books and I must confess I bought this one entirely on first impressions. It was just too beautiful to leave sitting there. I hope I can play some of the pieces in it but at the moment it is sitting on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;book stand,&lt;/span&gt; giving my room a very cultured feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-604748384813274509?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/604748384813274509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=604748384813274509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/604748384813274509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/604748384813274509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/compositions.html' title='Compositions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sgf1YoWfj1I/AAAAAAAAALA/2Q5KmFx0mMQ/s72-c/composition+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-6159650758431555290</id><published>2009-05-10T22:23:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:08:47.040+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Restful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgauVhL4KAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xNmWBJhqrUU/s1600-h/hayley+1+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142493375604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgauVhL4KAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xNmWBJhqrUU/s400/hayley+1+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgascPuB-YI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sCgVH5mnvuE/s1600-h/hayley+1+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334140409922845058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgascPuB-YI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sCgVH5mnvuE/s400/hayley+1+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a restful day I had today. I slept in! And had breakfast in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt;! Then I spent the afternoon with a friend and her gorgeous children. I played lots of peekaboo with little Hayley. She had her first birthday party last Sunday and I offered to make her cake. I can't help myself. She loved it, especially the petals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (The above photos are from the party. )&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/7059732488277876687-6159650758431555290?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/6159650758431555290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=6159650758431555290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6159650758431555290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/6159650758431555290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/restful-day.html' title='A Restful Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgauVhL4KAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xNmWBJhqrUU/s72-c/hayley+1+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-4860970481512832780</id><published>2009-05-06T21:24:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:55:51.923+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Over the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgFZ5wYQrhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mamG3rGCEnk/s1600-h/Omaha+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332642282557451794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgFZ5wYQrhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mamG3rGCEnk/s400/Omaha+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately I feel as if someone pushed the 'on' button in my life and has forgotten to turn it off. There is so much to get done and so many things on my mind that I have to do. The great thing is through all the busyness I am feeling God's presence and I feel like I am right where he wants me at the moment. It's amazing what a difference it makes. This last weekend I escaped with two friends to a friend's beach house an hour and a half drive away. It was such a refreshing time, we left Friday night, spent Saturday down there and came back early Sunday as we all had lots to do! It really was a snatched break and one that was needed. On the Saturday afternoon we dodged the raindrops to go for a long walk to the end of the beach. It was beautiful (and freezing cold) and as we walked back we happened to look back to see one of the most stunning rainbows I have ever seen. The photo doesn't do it justice, it reached all the way from the horizon of the ocean across to the edge of the hills on the other side. Exquisite. And a beautiful reminder of God's compassion towards us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-4860970481512832780?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/4860970481512832780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=4860970481512832780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4860970481512832780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/4860970481512832780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/05/lately-i-feel-as-if-someone-pushed-on.html' title='Rainbow Over the Sea'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SgFZ5wYQrhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mamG3rGCEnk/s72-c/Omaha+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3919609072096068816</id><published>2009-04-26T11:47:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:03:15.856+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Colourful Tote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfOkYgmjW4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/w45dgKI0hj0/s1600-h/tote+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328783525084879746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfOkYgmjW4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/w45dgKI0hj0/s400/tote+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I finally got around to finishing the tote I started back in Febuary and I am so glad I did. It worked really well and was not at all complicated once I got my head around a few of the trickier instructions. I am a little bit unsure of the material I used though, I'm glad it's only for my music books as I can't quite see myself going shopping with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-3919609072096068816?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3919609072096068816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3919609072096068816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3919609072096068816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3919609072096068816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/colourful-tote.html' title='A Colourful Tote'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfOkYgmjW4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/w45dgKI0hj0/s72-c/tote+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7806900130931070850</id><published>2009-04-24T17:18:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:22:02.524+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Cupcakes and a Rather Pungent Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfFOZmnrHfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/StMLUvQZ75I/s1600-h/Cupcakes+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328126035926654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfFOZmnrHfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/StMLUvQZ75I/s400/Cupcakes+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I had the dubious privilege of delivering 160 kilos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;diced onion packs 70 kilometres away up north. The order was late and couldn't fit on the trucks so I got to take it in the car. I don't want to smell another chopped onion for a long time! It was great getting to do something different though. When I got back I arranged these little mocha cupcakes on a stand to give to everyone for morning tea. One of the ladies that I deal with a lot in the office has been less friendly this week and I thought that taking in some baking might be a good idea. I took them around to everyone at their desks and when I got to her she said she didn't like coffee. Oh well. I tried to console myself with the fact that I had tried. Sometimes that is all you can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7806900130931070850?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7806900130931070850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7806900130931070850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7806900130931070850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7806900130931070850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/mocha-cupcakes-and-and-rather-awful.html' title='Mocha Cupcakes and a Rather Pungent Drive'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SfFOZmnrHfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/StMLUvQZ75I/s72-c/Cupcakes+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8524991381347039160</id><published>2009-04-22T21:31:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:07:26.584+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of Time</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since I got the camera out of it's bag. I have been pleasantly busy though.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the first spare week day I had thanks to school holidays and went on a delivery run with Ben last Wednesday. It was great fun, and I got to drive through a beautiful part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Northland&lt;/span&gt; I had never seen before as well as being entertained by Ben's hilarious and nonstop dialogue.&lt;br /&gt; Sunday I drove out to see one of my dearest friends. She has recently moved to her Uncle and Aunt's property to be able to study Midwifery and I got to see her little two roomed cottage for the first time. It is so gorgeously old, with rafters in the ceiling and a bee's nest humming in the walls!&lt;br /&gt;And then amongst the out of the ordinary things there has been work and music, two things that definitely keep me grounded. The shadow of time keeps running on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-8524991381347039160?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8524991381347039160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8524991381347039160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8524991381347039160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8524991381347039160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/shadow-of-time.html' title='Shadow of Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2969269127657601131</id><published>2009-04-14T20:56:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:03:39.937+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquidamber Seedpod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeRRQrNQHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n8VgJtquCfE/s1600-h/Seedpod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324470006376832418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeRRQrNQHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n8VgJtquCfE/s400/Seedpod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7059732488277876687-2969269127657601131?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2969269127657601131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2969269127657601131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2969269127657601131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2969269127657601131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/liquidamber-seedpod.html' title='Liquidamber Seedpod'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeRRQrNQHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n8VgJtquCfE/s72-c/Seedpod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5646629061737111794</id><published>2009-04-13T16:46:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:08:29.982+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Cord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeLIud79rgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oJtUOm1Ul3I/s1600-h/Tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038410141019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeLIud79rgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oJtUOm1Ul3I/s400/Tunic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been loving my new grey cord tunic these last few weeks. It's a change from what I usually wear and so comfy and warm for the cooler weather of Autumn. &lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-5646629061737111794?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5646629061737111794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5646629061737111794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5646629061737111794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5646629061737111794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/grey-cord.html' title='Grey Cord'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeLIud79rgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oJtUOm1Ul3I/s72-c/Tunic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-9145323537165337875</id><published>2009-04-12T14:56:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:09:10.185+12:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeFbE5YzpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ERWt-47gvbA/s1600-h/Easter+075-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636374211110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeFbE5YzpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ERWt-47gvbA/s400/Easter+075-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeFbEokM0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BLYryrB_E7U/s1600-h/Easter+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636369695494418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeFbEokM0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BLYryrB_E7U/s400/Easter+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my brothers and I were little Mum would make an Easter garden with us. We would all traipse down the road to our friend's house and walk up the back of their land to a beautiful little waterfall. Growing all around the base of the waterfall was moss and we would pick just enough for our garden, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks and muddy ground before walking back home again. It was a special part of Easter and now Mum has started doing it again with my little sister. It is a beautiful reminder, sitting there on the table, of a sacrifice I will never be able to comprehend. Thank you Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-9145323537165337875?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/9145323537165337875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=9145323537165337875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9145323537165337875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/9145323537165337875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-tradition.html' title='An Easter Tradition'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeFbE5YzpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ERWt-47gvbA/s72-c/Easter+075-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3492218791878934121</id><published>2009-04-11T17:41:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:01:58.771+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Hot Cross Bun Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBUbeR7QlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gT-QjAIg81E/s1600-h/Easter+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323347590513377874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBUbeR7QlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gT-QjAIg81E/s400/Easter+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBRpEiWsxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xQfFVV-xd_s/s1600-h/Easter+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323344525586248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBRpEiWsxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xQfFVV-xd_s/s400/Easter+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBQNGAAhLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9JZx1NyFNLY/s1600-h/Easter+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323342945431094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBQNGAAhLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9JZx1NyFNLY/s400/Easter+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBOtL8hqBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/78G1HmgqgY4/s1600-h/Easter+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323341297759660050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBOtL8hqBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/78G1HmgqgY4/s400/Easter+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBNQXMKNjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-OKnds__BVM/s1600-h/Easter+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323339703050188338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBNQXMKNjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-OKnds__BVM/s400/Easter+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot imagine Easter without these. They are one of my favorite Easter traditions. It is so lovely spending the afternoon in a warm kitchen, surrounded by the fragrance of spices and yeast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Cross Buns:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Measure 1 cup of milk, 1/2 a cup of hot water and 2 tablespoons of sugar into a bowl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warm or cool to body temperature and add 1 tablespoon of yeast. Mix well and then add 2 cups of flour, cover and leave to rise in a warm place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile in another bowl cream 100g of butter with 1/2 cup of soft brown sugar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then beat in 1 egg, 1 teaspoon of salt, 1 tablespoon of mixed spice, 1 tablespoon of cinnamon, 1 tsp of ground cloves, 1 tsp of vanilla and 1 cup of dried fruit. (I used sultanas and currants.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the yeast mixture has risen to twice it's original size, tip it into the creamed mixture along with an extra 2 cups of flour. Mix well and if you need too add in enough extra flour to make a dough firm enough to turn out on a bench top and knead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knead until the dough feels satiny and does not stick to the bench top. It should spring back when pressed with a finger. Divide the dough into four pieces and cut each of these into six. ( I made mine a bit larger than this.) Shape each one into a ball and place in buttered baking trays, leaving space between each one to allow for rising. Cover with plastic wrap and leave to rise until twice their original size.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the crosses by rubbing 60 grams of butter in&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1 cup of flour and then adding enough water to make a stiff dough. Roll it out and cut it into strips. Brush these with a little milk so they stick and place them on the buns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bake uncovered for 10- 12 minutes at 225 C. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as they come out of the oven brush them with a glaze made from 2 tablespoons golden syrup warmed with 3 tablespoons of water. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are gorgeous! Serve them warm with butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7059732488277876687-3492218791878934121?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3492218791878934121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3492218791878934121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3492218791878934121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3492218791878934121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-cross-buns.html' title='My Favorite Hot Cross Bun Recipe'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SeBUbeR7QlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gT-QjAIg81E/s72-c/Easter+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7053525731867818956</id><published>2009-04-09T23:50:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:44:16.630+12:00</updated><title type='text'>'Deprez a Fleur Jaune' Against a Grey Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sd3k9c3eUfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MpcWrGUXL6I/s1600-h/rose+grey+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322662078993814002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sd3k9c3eUfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MpcWrGUXL6I/s400/rose+grey+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beautiful rose caught my eye defiantly withstanding the bitterly cold wind in our garden today. So pretty. It has a perfume to rival it's beauty as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7053525731867818956?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7053525731867818956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7053525731867818956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7053525731867818956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7053525731867818956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/deprez-fleur-jaune-against-grey-sky.html' title='&apos;Deprez a Fleur Jaune&apos; Against a Grey Sky'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sd3k9c3eUfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MpcWrGUXL6I/s72-c/rose+grey+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-3883813368393564820</id><published>2009-04-08T21:11:00.018+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:58:37.314+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Service and Juice Deliveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SdxthZJLgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/W9zGcFPJc2M/s1600-h/oddand+odder+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322249280097583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SdxthZJLgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/W9zGcFPJc2M/s400/oddand+odder+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Change is refreshing. These past few weeks have been quite hectic but fun. I have had two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mondays&lt;/span&gt; off from work; one to look after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Briar&lt;/span&gt; while Mum was away and one to attend a summons for Jury Service! I really did want to get on the jury but with sixty to eighty people and only 12 places it was a slim chance: my name was not pulled out of the box. It was very intriguing seeing how it all works though. &lt;div&gt;I came out of the court after being dismissed and just as I was walking across the busy intersection in the middle of our city I saw my brother's new truck (he has just bought a juice franchise) parked across the street. I met a friend of ours just as I was getting to the pavement on the other side so off we both went and did a few deliveries with him. From being in a court to juice deliveries, it was definitely not a dull day!&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-3883813368393564820?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/3883813368393564820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=3883813368393564820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3883813368393564820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/3883813368393564820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/04/jury-service-juice-deliveries-and.html' title='Jury Service and Juice Deliveries'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SdxthZJLgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/W9zGcFPJc2M/s72-c/oddand+odder+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-8004979761407461281</id><published>2009-03-28T20:19:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:09:39.265+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope of the Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sc3aecXVEII/AAAAAAAAAIw/kW7M0lC6BpE/s1600-h/switzerland+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318146951539396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sc3aecXVEII/AAAAAAAAAIw/kW7M0lC6BpE/s400/switzerland+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking. I have been doing a lot of it lately. There are so many people in my life that are going through hard things and I am trying to keep up with the questions that come with the problems but I find myself more often than not just turning to Him and crying 'I don't know, help them Jesus'. Because at the end of the day? I just don't know why some people have to go through intense pain and suffering and others seem to glide through life with only a scratch or two. And I don't know how to solve the problems that confront and are confided to me. I may have an inkling of truth to offer or some small bit of encouragement but after that I feel so helpless. There is so much pain it overwhelms me and that is just in my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintances and friends. So I cry to Him, my God and Savior. Redeemer. Healer. Lover of the broken people. And I know He will be answer my cry.&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/7059732488277876687-8004979761407461281?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8004979761407461281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=8004979761407461281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8004979761407461281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/8004979761407461281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-of-hopeless.html' title='Hope of the Hopeless'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sc3aecXVEII/AAAAAAAAAIw/kW7M0lC6BpE/s72-c/switzerland+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1775297010858921320</id><published>2009-03-25T22:12:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:51:45.818+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyed Hayley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Scn4fiMt5pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LrjWrzPTEu0/s1600-h/hayley+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317054055727359634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Scn4fiMt5pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LrjWrzPTEu0/s400/hayley+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Scn4fZFpZGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7gu_fEZMB8M/s1600-h/hayley+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317054053281784930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Scn4fZFpZGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7gu_fEZMB8M/s400/hayley+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week I took some photos of my darling little God-daughter. She is such a delight, I feel so special when I walk in the room and she starts laughing and smiling at me. There is nothing like a baby to brighten up your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1775297010858921320?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1775297010858921320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1775297010858921320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1775297010858921320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1775297010858921320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-eyed-hayley.html' title='Blue Eyed Hayley'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Scn4fiMt5pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LrjWrzPTEu0/s72-c/hayley+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-2574749333194717522</id><published>2009-03-15T21:17:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:07:04.032+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and Sour Cream Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sby_UPVJnCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-EkLVRvpHu4/s1600-h/Cake+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313332014823873570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sby_UPVJnCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-EkLVRvpHu4/s400/Cake+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother Ben first made this recipe years ago, one of the rare times he baked. I remembered it today as I was given some sour cream last week and needed to use it. So I made one for us and one for Ben and his flatmates. Yesterday they moved to a new house so I went around tonight to see it with the cake. It's such a cute little house, very old and with a lot of the original fittings. I liked it. And they liked the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-2574749333194717522?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2574749333194717522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=2574749333194717522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2574749333194717522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/2574749333194717522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee-sour-cream-cake.html' title='Coffee and Sour Cream Cake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sby_UPVJnCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-EkLVRvpHu4/s72-c/Cake+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5164423367185930846</id><published>2009-03-14T14:57:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:16:49.922+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothesline Grapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTb3V3aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X6O2E8Fa_6U/s1600-h/grapes+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312861554846689698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTb3V3aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X6O2E8Fa_6U/s400/grapes+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTbucVKaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2-mIOcAzjDs/s1600-h/grapes+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312861552457886114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTbucVKaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2-mIOcAzjDs/s400/grapes+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTbAydLfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gxdQnQT2Jsg/s1600-h/grapes+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312861540202655218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTbAydLfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gxdQnQT2Jsg/s400/grapes+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing along the fence and into the fir tree up above our clothesline is a big grapevine. In March when they ripen hanging out the washing is a real treat! But it definitely takes longer when there are delicious grapes distracting you from the task, as I found out this morning. &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/7059732488277876687-5164423367185930846?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5164423367185930846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5164423367185930846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5164423367185930846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5164423367185930846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/clothesline-grapes.html' title='Clothesline Grapes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbsTb3V3aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X6O2E8Fa_6U/s72-c/grapes+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-1878613208822734775</id><published>2009-03-08T20:08:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:33:59.106+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Courgette and Carrot Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbNweeoe57I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yFZffSOjUYw/s1600-h/Briand+mc+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712054521194418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbNweeoe57I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yFZffSOjUYw/s400/Briand+mc+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Linda Collister's bread book, it has so many lovely recipes I want to try. This afternoon I made her courgette and carrot bread for work. It will be a nice change from the bought bread we usually have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-1878613208822734775?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1878613208822734775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=1878613208822734775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1878613208822734775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/1878613208822734775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/courgette-and-carrot-bread.html' title='Courgette and Carrot Bread'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbNweeoe57I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yFZffSOjUYw/s72-c/Briand+mc+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7805233219078950293</id><published>2009-03-07T19:59:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:02:33.010+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delicious Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpF7FMlcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qd7KTQ21VbU/s1600-h/Briand+mc+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310352092358809026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpF7FMlcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qd7KTQ21VbU/s400/Briand+mc+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpFeXJEWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ITBMJFtppGc/s1600-h/Briand+mc+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310352084649447778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpFeXJEWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ITBMJFtppGc/s400/Briand+mc+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpFPeNLkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5WDexk_tdsw/s1600-h/Briand+mc+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310352080652545602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpFPeNLkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5WDexk_tdsw/s400/Briand+mc+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briar decided this afternoon that she was going to cook dinner. She came out with an apron on and got out her little cookbook and after much discussion she decided to make macaroni cheese. So apart from Mum and I helping a little she did it all. We used some artistic license with the recipe of course, I can see a great chef in the making.&lt;/div&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/7059732488277876687-7805233219078950293?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7805233219078950293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7805233219078950293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7805233219078950293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7805233219078950293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/delicious-dinner.html' title='A Delicious Dinner'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbIpF7FMlcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qd7KTQ21VbU/s72-c/Briand+mc+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-7963210949220195038</id><published>2009-03-06T20:50:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:33:39.058+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest Aspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbDbA1u7TBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/exZK6e3MrZQ/s1600-h/Tramp+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309984768140200978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbDbA1u7TBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/exZK6e3MrZQ/s400/Tramp+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reread a quote tonight that I absolutely love. It's by one of my favorite authors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"There in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;believe in them, and try to follow where they lead." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Louisa May Alcott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remember that aspirations are just that. Aspirations! It's so hard not to sometimes...especially when you don't ever seem to come close. So this was an encouragement tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059732488277876687-7963210949220195038?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7963210949220195038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=7963210949220195038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7963210949220195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/7963210949220195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/highest-aspirations.html' title='Highest Aspirations'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/SbDbA1u7TBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/exZK6e3MrZQ/s72-c/Tramp+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059732488277876687.post-5480452876785875424</id><published>2009-03-05T21:50:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:02:08.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on Windowpanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-XhSbIQXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VIxcXYQ64EE/s1600-h/rain+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629083830206834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-XhSbIQXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VIxcXYQ64EE/s400/rain+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-XhFkck-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-r09G2j8xTM/s1600-h/rain+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629080379626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-XhFkck-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-r09G2j8xTM/s400/rain+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-Xg-N4-1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eiixQvGBPS4/s1600-h/rain+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629078405970770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-Xg-N4-1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eiixQvGBPS4/s400/rain+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rain is so refreshing. After a summer of hot weather it's lovely to have cool rain once again. And it looks like it is going to continue for some days yet.&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/7059732488277876687-5480452876785875424?l=scentspring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/feeds/5480452876785875424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059732488277876687&amp;postID=5480452876785875424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5480452876785875424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059732488277876687/posts/default/5480452876785875424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentspring.blogspot.com/2009/03/raindrops-on-windowpanes.html' title='Raindrops on Windowpanes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273051043100415353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/ScVaeMLfrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cxGiVU6U7P8/S220/odd+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzW0bbWXhUg/Sa-XhSbIQXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VIxcXYQ64EE/s72-c/rain+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
