Archive for November, 2008

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Technology!!!!

November 27, 2008

Aaarrggghhh!  I thought I would get that out of my system!  We have a new computer which is faster — great I hear you say, but it won’t read my photos – boo hoo!  When I travel around the world of blog I love to look at the photos.  Often they are more inspiring than the text, especially if it is a quick look round.  If I have more time they can be the reason why I stop and read on.  More often than not I am not disappointed with what I read.  So my camera is becoming more important to me and I can’t show you the WIPS and the finished articles!!  Please be patient and I will get there, but it may be a while!!!!

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Autumn.

November 19, 2008

Over the past few days I have been taking some pictures of the last remnants of Autumn.

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The birds have had a feast of this Catoniaster.

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Such delicate flowers remind you of Spring!

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And lastly a vivid contrast.

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Be back soon!!

November 13, 2008

Sorry in the process of changing computer, so all my photos etc.. are on memory sticks!  Will be back soon.

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Monday Morning.

November 3, 2008

Monday morning can feel up lifting or that OH NO! feeling.  Yesterday was definitely an OH NO feeling day!  Whether it was the weather – boy was it grotty – or just me I’m not sure. but I suspect it was just me.   We lit the fire and I cuddled up on the sofa with my knitting and watched The Eagle Has Landed.  The feeling of contentment I felt earlier in the week was not there yesterday and I missed it.

This morning my quiet time looked at doing things with God at the centre.  Involving Him in all things that you do.  Having Him along side , sitting with Him as a friend,  talking to Him. Yesterday at Church I couldn’t find Him.  I find the new way of singing difficult and I miss the old songs.  I let this get in the way.

So this morning I am trying to get to that up lifting feeling.  The start of a new week.  A week when I can move forward with my Friend at my side.

I am the real Vine and my Father is the gardener. John 15 v 1