tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17861997175843453872023-11-16T12:29:00.137+00:00ToodlesMy thoughts, poems and prose ...... and here they flow!
I invite & thank you to create your poems, prose, comments and add them too.
(All posts & comments are copyright ©)Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-37200880794000113692011-03-26T21:34:00.004+00:002011-03-26T22:05:37.400+00:00RACE FOR LIFE!HELLO,<br /><br />My daughter and I are participating in the RACE FOR LIFE in June.<br /><br />Why dont you participate at a place near you!<br /><br />If you have other commitments, please would you be so kind to sponsor us<br /><br /><a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/pande">http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/pande</a><br /><br />Keep you posted!<br /><br />Regards and thank you!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/pande"></a>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-80293692371289014532009-11-14T12:29:00.001+00:002009-11-17T12:55:54.501+00:00Silent CounsellorsThoughts and feelings<br />written in word.<br /><br />Advice and messages<br />from silent counsellors,<br /><br />Write it, delete it<br />feeling better for it!Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-22922010728318061592009-05-26T11:08:00.006+01:002009-05-26T11:53:25.944+01:00Happy Times<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzXEFOU0j8mpArb21WDLIniQfqxH6nUNeYV4OcWpUwrIxSgu2W1Ja_9xOpemgi0EvfLLbQkgqHqaS3HpIq-NikhlwAPzS5jQ2YvVLrCiFhN1QIKvDvVYrAZGf8Re0xMTEBY6T6xUR_VBB/s1600-h/Pict0202a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340083679154218402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzXEFOU0j8mpArb21WDLIniQfqxH6nUNeYV4OcWpUwrIxSgu2W1Ja_9xOpemgi0EvfLLbQkgqHqaS3HpIq-NikhlwAPzS5jQ2YvVLrCiFhN1QIKvDvVYrAZGf8Re0xMTEBY6T6xUR_VBB/s320/Pict0202a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Happy Times</strong></span><br /><div><div><br /><div>Tasks completed<br /><br />deadlines met<br /><br />time for enjoyment<br /><br />playing<br /><br />painting<br /><br />& pampering.<br /><br /><br />Family together<br /><br />dinners<br /><br />games<br /><br />& laughter<br /><br />happy times<br /><br />lots of smiles</div></div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-78010102339736996942009-05-25T10:51:00.003+01:002009-05-25T11:35:00.194+01:00Release Relax<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3i1nEUPvr1JbKK8OGf_9VMAxbyw5rTiaQMK7UTjU6Ve1dozC67UhtTqZmA_8BGip5r4GS4WEhReRFAMYQ_xaN32rarVFZP3uwdF8Z__1XDSZoKCQ9eT7O8pSrUJIe8e0nh-hZfVFR8Vv/s1600-h/08+++july+uist+038a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339707759727273394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3i1nEUPvr1JbKK8OGf_9VMAxbyw5rTiaQMK7UTjU6Ve1dozC67UhtTqZmA_8BGip5r4GS4WEhReRFAMYQ_xaN32rarVFZP3uwdF8Z__1XDSZoKCQ9eT7O8pSrUJIe8e0nh-hZfVFR8Vv/s320/08+++july+uist+038a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Travelling in the car<br />long way north<br /><br />thoughts & emotions<br />'go' out the window<br /><br />release<br /><br />relax<br /><br />rejuvenate!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-85697220627734770942009-05-24T17:12:00.007+01:002009-05-25T10:17:55.968+01:00Winning!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBXR8DRF1QeLY_R0SYgk-4jPBHzu1u9D6FtOTOfnW2kE9MpzhGngx8vwXiQLniinG3J2l30hEni5rcnO70Tia8dNJ-8k7GH7qSJAnekhbmBVpEMsz5WlgYU_rSGAP2Bkutz22RFVHyqw4/s1600-h/a+art+026a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436224501053266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBXR8DRF1QeLY_R0SYgk-4jPBHzu1u9D6FtOTOfnW2kE9MpzhGngx8vwXiQLniinG3J2l30hEni5rcnO70Tia8dNJ-8k7GH7qSJAnekhbmBVpEMsz5WlgYU_rSGAP2Bkutz22RFVHyqw4/s320/a+art+026a.jpg" border="0" /></a>Artwork by LH<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>WINNING!</strong></div><div> </div><div></div><div>January to May<br /><br />too many days,<br /><br /><br />sweat & tears<br /><br />added years,<br /><br /><br />family & friends<br /><br />colleagues & students<br /><br />forcing me<br /><br />to win the fight!<br /><br /><br />Satisfaction<br /><br />& successes,<br /><br /><br />Fulfilment at last!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-6643517516639336492009-05-03T00:12:00.005+01:002009-05-03T09:56:06.311+01:00On my way!Out in the dark of night,<br />time to think, recall & doubt,<br /><br />Phone & side lights on,<br />All alone in this lonely lane.<br /><br />Few cars pass, none stop,<br />stranded now in a 4 wheeled box.<br /><br />Breakdown service called,<br />too busy & far away.<br /><br />patience rewards, I'm saved<br />I'm on my way to another day!Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-72419825775776465322009-04-13T21:34:00.003+01:002009-04-13T21:39:06.558+01:00One Day's Diary<strong>One Day's Diary.</strong><br /><br />Dolina greets us with a welcoming gift,<br /><br />how thoughtful & kind!<br /><br />special ingredients added<br /><br />to create this homemade cake.<br /><br /><br />Morag travels on the Post Bus,<br /><br />then pops in to say hello,<br /><br />having a cuppa, catching up,<br /><br />current affairs and all that!<br /><br /><br />Two young cyclists in the bus stop<br /><br />warmly accept our offer of tea,<br /><br />they make their way to find a spot<br /><br />to pitch their tent for the night,<br /><br /><br />Daughter and friend laugh<br /><br />& giggle having fun together,<br /><br />up & down that road they go<br /><br />until the dark of night prevents them so.Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-82461249512514730442009-02-07T13:56:00.004+00:002009-02-07T14:26:04.632+00:00Becky....your painting on the wall.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyoqzJz1z9juE4wkdrWSukY8Ui-OKbyYDQOuc1g7iEibInKHOcktSJjUQQcV7t3MMwNVwyWK5b2lCa0KCokPKTIi2nNbNvL4GCiroe6D4ovzWZdna-aRo1ohwj5TU3AQj3z-1-JMbIdi9/s1600-h/A+LEVEL+PICS+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300055661404422594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyoqzJz1z9juE4wkdrWSukY8Ui-OKbyYDQOuc1g7iEibInKHOcktSJjUQQcV7t3MMwNVwyWK5b2lCa0KCokPKTIi2nNbNvL4GCiroe6D4ovzWZdna-aRo1ohwj5TU3AQj3z-1-JMbIdi9/s320/A+LEVEL+PICS+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>Becky .....your painting on the wall.<br /><br />I see your painting,<br />the different strokes,<br />the white of the waves,<br />the blue of the sea.<br /><br />How could you<br />visualise this?<br />Its exactly us<br />all three!<br /><br />Your mark is here<br />admired by all,<br />pride of place<br />in our hall.<br /><div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-10884591500417074172009-01-25T22:42:00.003+00:002009-01-25T22:56:17.945+00:00Full Circle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZYTzHc4JptG_-1sRtZRTp4SGNkQyxb3o72vn8uny7E752SNNAuDpWc3shgZ-iuYg1vezyC6OZHf-SlOEQMTkkGuixQ8_oCf8TtZRSlkxcpgbZTGU0yyrAQeDflmX9u9k-HyZwa-UHKWA/s1600-h/08new+years+eve+.new+years+day+09+190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295367224693627010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZYTzHc4JptG_-1sRtZRTp4SGNkQyxb3o72vn8uny7E752SNNAuDpWc3shgZ-iuYg1vezyC6OZHf-SlOEQMTkkGuixQ8_oCf8TtZRSlkxcpgbZTGU0yyrAQeDflmX9u9k-HyZwa-UHKWA/s320/08new+years+eve+.new+years+day+09+190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This poem was written by my friend Jay.<br />She wrote this poem after spending time with her family at Christmas. It made her smile!<br /><br />It has also made me smile and hopefully many of you will enjoy it too!<br /><br /><strong>FULL CIRCLE</strong><br /><br />My son has been a baby:<br />Cuddly<br />Cute and<br />Bright as a button.<br /><br />My son has been a teenager:<br />Angry<br />Thorny and<br />Misunderstood!<br /><br />My son is now a young man:<br />Kind<br />Clever and<br />Steadfast.<br /><br />My son has now his own baby son:<br />Cuddly<br />Cute and<br />Bright as a button . . . .<br /><br /><br />JayToodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-40252122813017488472009-01-15T10:52:00.004+00:002009-01-15T11:39:38.874+00:00Remembering Uist.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7u4q_WJQ1FbXZL3tHPFaobYEvWkINeCx3Rcm7m9LW595kbWr8Uvrf297lsYTdfLXW2Tiwkt_K2G1-jgjmePiphZOLZyJnhW1ZMGsCrv6sNkJjUWyRgh9tepfyJELjENd4PYyeH-wYfiq/s1600-h/08new+years+eve+.new+years+day+09+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291473352808933954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7u4q_WJQ1FbXZL3tHPFaobYEvWkINeCx3Rcm7m9LW595kbWr8Uvrf297lsYTdfLXW2Tiwkt_K2G1-jgjmePiphZOLZyJnhW1ZMGsCrv6sNkJjUWyRgh9tepfyJELjENd4PYyeH-wYfiq/s320/08new+years+eve+.new+years+day+09+167.jpg" border="0" /></a>Remembering Uist.<br /><br />Promised that I would paint and print<br />and carry on this creativeness,<br />circles and colour force my hand<br />with these printing inks.<br /><br />Onlookers stop and look,<br />an even surface is all I need<br />to replicate the patterns from<br />the isles to keep me in the mood.<br /><br />One print, two prints and many more,<br />what am I doing here when<br />I should be there with you<br />……….... enjoying the view!<br /><div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-64355930881198534252008-12-28T13:57:00.002+00:002008-12-28T14:19:27.951+00:00Sunday in Uist.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsZOKv-ImBnD4kZYkXXsQVdVYQJQdeq_BJ7m9NbC0W-UJnf1nWPywcaAs8hB1-zCupKj8F3aMq-Q1LwpktvswD0oLhexGUoiyhZVXEJa9Ro7eqz_UwWqmGSWJwuR0Dm599viLZ6BlTdP5/s1600-h/08+++july+uist+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845282910672418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsZOKv-ImBnD4kZYkXXsQVdVYQJQdeq_BJ7m9NbC0W-UJnf1nWPywcaAs8hB1-zCupKj8F3aMq-Q1LwpktvswD0oLhexGUoiyhZVXEJa9Ro7eqz_UwWqmGSWJwuR0Dm599viLZ6BlTdP5/s320/08+++july+uist+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sunday in Uist.<br /><br />So quiet, so peaceful<br />only the tick of the clock,<br /><br />time is insignificant<br />having breakfast at ten,<br /><br />taking it easy,<br />this is different!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-15901360094999617942008-12-28T13:39:00.006+00:002008-12-28T13:54:29.831+00:00Christmas morn in Grenitote.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e01XlR5RFmSgh3Ma5YNixT5FnmN1gJ12SUr9zOZmcnAQ3Ap1MQG9zu7VmXcR7jXNM6fb-Q-MC8Hrfso6MaKYRJ1CXbxISZp6PMAdwoNIqWaxUi_fNb0DCQG1zy1a8TZ_vgsfddcS6frM/s1600-h/08+dec+xmas+santa+arrived+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284838666103992450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e01XlR5RFmSgh3Ma5YNixT5FnmN1gJ12SUr9zOZmcnAQ3Ap1MQG9zu7VmXcR7jXNM6fb-Q-MC8Hrfso6MaKYRJ1CXbxISZp6PMAdwoNIqWaxUi_fNb0DCQG1zy1a8TZ_vgsfddcS6frM/s320/08+dec+xmas+santa+arrived+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Christmas morn in Grenitote.<br /><br />Santa has arrived!<br />Rustling noise of wrapping paper and packaging,<br />happy sounds from the living room wake up the household,<br /><br />Neighbours call, family phone and<br />soon we are in the throws of Christmas Day!<br /><br />The joint is cooking in the Rayburn,<br />Vegetables are prepared, wine breathing, table set!<br /><br />Laughter & love, presents galore, games & gaiety,<br />add to the thrill of Christmas morn in Grenitote!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-55067581319480056362008-12-26T19:34:00.003+00:002008-12-26T21:56:22.057+00:00Christmas in Grenitote.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fPbivwxFNj90miW4fy28Be3DhvO_XhpW7Psk5xtGNhRW1OLlECeWwvtQGESgMWyGYkE9W_Dkg3E1WCc2dNDa3yp54DcTH1r_6mIR-iDd72nzB0WCZIjd7GpG84aa27N5Q8oG_BhSrCUC/s1600-h/08+dec+xmas+26th+056+SHEEP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284220864812748290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fPbivwxFNj90miW4fy28Be3DhvO_XhpW7Psk5xtGNhRW1OLlECeWwvtQGESgMWyGYkE9W_Dkg3E1WCc2dNDa3yp54DcTH1r_6mIR-iDd72nzB0WCZIjd7GpG84aa27N5Q8oG_BhSrCUC/s320/08+dec+xmas+26th+056+SHEEP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKyG6_7oBCzLGCPP4GIF1r10SrugW3lsA4CYIz4AtRdgEQEU4m9yqNNeYICG-kyu22FXZiSXPxRD7cY57Xm_t0bCPBmlfYfFs6DzVbisUboMzBSjWGsGwwF7Bku9Ft9cIdB4cveiNWU4u/s1600-h/08+dec+xmas+26th+078+CROP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284220853801041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKyG6_7oBCzLGCPP4GIF1r10SrugW3lsA4CYIz4AtRdgEQEU4m9yqNNeYICG-kyu22FXZiSXPxRD7cY57Xm_t0bCPBmlfYfFs6DzVbisUboMzBSjWGsGwwF7Bku9Ft9cIdB4cveiNWU4u/s320/08+dec+xmas+26th+078+CROP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Christmas in Grenitote.<br /><br />No sound, no noise, no cars,<br />all peaceful & quiet in Grenitote!<br /><br />D.R.’s sheep and cattle dapple the landscape<br />grazing and moving slowly,<br />distracted by the buzzard’s stretched wings,<br />soaring and gliding, then gently landing<br />into a dip I cannot see.</div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-21512510674925433252008-12-23T17:23:00.004+00:002008-12-23T17:39:54.027+00:00Dearest Dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPYnGX7ovtc2fIgltjljdBKbQ-68cBzIp6-sr89maTK0eCQzUzKIiKkDQYngjd8WjYF3G2cGpoCwPa8eXoYEYMbt9sJJ8h_aS_serAWw_mZ4o5rPUxdrYvIj6t9rXtIpbxWALiYeFCsfw/s1600-h/grandad+80th+bday+may05+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283041518156502402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPYnGX7ovtc2fIgltjljdBKbQ-68cBzIp6-sr89maTK0eCQzUzKIiKkDQYngjd8WjYF3G2cGpoCwPa8eXoYEYMbt9sJJ8h_aS_serAWw_mZ4o5rPUxdrYvIj6t9rXtIpbxWALiYeFCsfw/s320/grandad+80th+bday+may05+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dearest Dad.<br /><br />Did you hear the rain?<br />Did you feel the pain?<br /><br />Did you sense our presence?<br />Did you smell us here?<br /><br />You couldn’t speak,<br />You couldn’t move,<br /><br />We wondered what you<br />might have said,<br />we wondered what you<br />might have done,<br /><br />Wish we had more time<br />to tell you how much<br />we loved you dearest Dad! </div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-38672294101792829592008-12-22T23:00:00.002+00:002008-12-22T23:11:07.677+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3n79UnUjzS2dPGEozSPV4cxFy-AoDQzsYOWnlri7x7duNeSUQGbW5Kg5SPaMruJ0c_fmnliSFmJbc3EWLXPySjAoyVhfk7-iDsf33GEFNd3URFDEkO1mygAmZDou7PhyVSVAZ6Wq29WLA/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282755798237591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3n79UnUjzS2dPGEozSPV4cxFy-AoDQzsYOWnlri7x7duNeSUQGbW5Kg5SPaMruJ0c_fmnliSFmJbc3EWLXPySjAoyVhfk7-iDsf33GEFNd3URFDEkO1mygAmZDou7PhyVSVAZ6Wq29WLA/s320/PICT0047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Isle of North Uist.<br /><br />North Uist ..a creative place to be<br /><br />writers, artists, architects too<br />all enjoy the tranquility,<br /><br />Each day is different, light,<br />sunshine, wind and rain<br /><br />What shall I do today<br />paint the door or sweep the floor,<br /><br />no list exists, its how I feel<br />a burning desire to climb that hill!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-80701082709307178512008-10-08T22:50:00.005+01:002008-10-19T03:51:09.073+01:00The long and winding road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQFYI3bJlzNvVtR9TTO_KriwwfjImSS7wfkZ9s28_uSHulSf4F6_9CbIpIxbW9-2VxWEunu7yzSYRhHQayU4tdosNLDyikzyXIyYvODroNqs4ILf6s9kNkQXbY_b3jqriYFHFZH9p1fxg/s1600-h/IMG_0928+long+road+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257520804750402834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="76" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQFYI3bJlzNvVtR9TTO_KriwwfjImSS7wfkZ9s28_uSHulSf4F6_9CbIpIxbW9-2VxWEunu7yzSYRhHQayU4tdosNLDyikzyXIyYvODroNqs4ILf6s9kNkQXbY_b3jqriYFHFZH9p1fxg/s320/IMG_0928+long+road+crop.jpg" width="191" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The long and winding road</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Many paths, many signposts,<br />many twists, many turns.</div><div><br />Many choices, many decisions,<br />many challenges, many skills.</div><div><br />Many surprises, much joy,<br />many friends, much friendship,<br />many loves, much loving!</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-83238681903343037982008-10-08T22:16:00.008+01:002008-10-08T22:54:12.311+01:00Penpals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2c3H8juArek6ppbGqESuNVPCPlfKVY4bM_Y9VLVVmvZqVcDvnsJa_1U80Unwc_CRa3_cqKwnCmrYe0zFke4ZvAq0vC4n4wyXG0JjNmt3IncD5z-r9_d-9zmIk_Ua3p1PpBbsK8uOX2j4B/s1600-h/hill-view-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254901879335067282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2c3H8juArek6ppbGqESuNVPCPlfKVY4bM_Y9VLVVmvZqVcDvnsJa_1U80Unwc_CRa3_cqKwnCmrYe0zFke4ZvAq0vC4n4wyXG0JjNmt3IncD5z-r9_d-9zmIk_Ua3p1PpBbsK8uOX2j4B/s320/hill-view-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Raspberry Hill <a href="http://www.raspberry-hill.co.uk/">http://www.raspberry-hill.co.uk/</a> </p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Penpals<br /></strong><br />Met in Raspberry Hill<br />twenty years ago,<br />penpals all this time,<br /><br />Our laughter echoes<br />over the line,<br />tonic received<br />passing of time!<br /><br />Intuitive messages,<br />visualisation,<br />we both imagine<br />being there again!</p>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-11016946351860666612008-10-07T19:19:00.003+01:002008-10-07T20:00:22.747+01:00October.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04LtvAz6TNq2xWG4H4gArdVo1IVHfvLFjBU3NtiSlcR_Yz68oSyO1yrl0cocaVPYUH8658oxMSzv3_2-soUT4EiBkFzuBpTmas2Elc8QdtLpXStFuTtouMHK4u2brM7USsyNTlsjhIfvM/s1600-h/DSC_2515+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254488452851301074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04LtvAz6TNq2xWG4H4gArdVo1IVHfvLFjBU3NtiSlcR_Yz68oSyO1yrl0cocaVPYUH8658oxMSzv3_2-soUT4EiBkFzuBpTmas2Elc8QdtLpXStFuTtouMHK4u2brM7USsyNTlsjhIfvM/s320/DSC_2515+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>October.<br /><br />October days,<br />October rays.<br /><br />October beams,<br />October dreams.<br /><br />October winds,<br />October ways.<br /><br />October rain,<br />October vane.<br /><br />October colours,<br />October complements.<br /><br />October light,<br />October life.<br /><br />October health,<br />October hope.<br /><br />October calm,<br />October peace.<br /><br />October sunshine,<br />October’s summer.</div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-42921366194488692272008-10-06T20:58:00.010+01:002008-10-06T23:38:48.043+01:00My best friend.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254142703116806338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKDHioIhpxDUZNL4oMCcPMUw3KQzsciCm6jOi5O_kPK3QduEw41a9UqRsWDpEEKE4uxI1NiSaq4tD7PKvWMBEtpnKLhwHu5v80mEXm6an1QMjAGX4CeDtROZlhGa_8gvG7XqvU4zVgmTq/s320/uist+29th+july+07+002mmmm.jpg" border="0" />My best friend. <div><br /><div></div><div>Stories shared<br />Tears shed,<br /><br />Silent signs,<br />powerful mind, </div><div><br />Lots of counselling,<br />plenty of care,<br /><br />true friendship,<br />mighty mate! </div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-65845206992144906052008-10-04T23:13:00.001+01:002008-10-04T23:21:13.029+01:00Dear PinkyDear Pinky,<br />Each day you put on a brave smile<br />even tho' you are hurting inside,<br />study well, achieve your goal,<br />we are ALL so proud of you!Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-2900200880888250902008-09-28T01:01:00.004+01:002008-10-01T00:17:22.674+01:00What I wished for!What I wished for!<br /><br />My friend, my confidant,<br />my advisor, my counsellor,<br />my ‘go-between’, my mediator<br />my comic, my entertainer,<br /><br />Beautiful, artistic, musical & athletic,<br />thoughtful, kind, caring & loving.<br /><br />she is what I wished for…….my loving daughter!Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-44324713647336612952008-09-23T22:26:00.002+01:002008-09-23T22:40:43.196+01:00Smokey Quartz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBXDSy9eC9MDaCCaY4zqnwD6Wnq7HB7JNFUUfYsa2JeRbrMwxAX9YI5AdOpHy_I8DKxmnx4S5mfEMPbIKn_ReaTWmrSvXmSB1Wsd9iVIzlJb-QUijTc4KAkNr9swoh5aQBiw4dsa-xr_k/s1600-h/phpgv5gjMPM.jpg"></a><br /><div>Smokey Quartz<br /><br />Received by post<br />this smokey quartz,<br />irregular in shape,<br />polished, shiny,<br />cold & transparent,<br />twist it, touch it,<br />believe it, wear it! </div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-31666600796451190522008-09-18T23:43:00.001+01:002008-09-19T23:50:01.756+01:00Penning a note to daughter.Penning a note<br />to daughter.<br /><br />Clothing ready<br />all hanging up,<br />have your tea,<br />one hour of tv,<br />then homework &<br />early to bed!<br /><br />Your ‘island stone’<br />is placed within<br />this loving<br />pencilled heart!<br />See you soon,<br />love Mummy xToodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-27894994577904848512008-09-17T00:02:00.012+01:002008-09-20T12:36:25.673+01:00Lifting Spirits<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zVyceHnyS2Lyx9E6x8JFVEIXH837BLHr7iDt1sQg0FawMEPaSWyWUVKusoalPL2TvP5SjpWUrnkZw6OUhvoRcTufIL12qDu4Xk9MtXR00PFau7l0eT101miAY068jrIlYIQKSm0SmVX4/s1600-h/08+sept+FLOWERS+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246764711503245186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zVyceHnyS2Lyx9E6x8JFVEIXH837BLHr7iDt1sQg0FawMEPaSWyWUVKusoalPL2TvP5SjpWUrnkZw6OUhvoRcTufIL12qDu4Xk9MtXR00PFau7l0eT101miAY068jrIlYIQKSm0SmVX4/s320/08+sept+FLOWERS+006.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a><br />Lifting Spirits<br />This scented arrangement<br /><div>of yellow crisp <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVuerXlboWcgab0MrhFTsRZ8rWEOneNPaaZs261Ex7F5MJSsHIL98bqLw94tBEUFF-oHAYps0N4LOf8sgqZn6THEzIy4eU82m69Cjo2FnpIEel06y_PyWKyqG45rGEEFLSj9l4-5-kvaF/s1600-h/08+sept+FLOWERS+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246761530537166722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="349" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVuerXlboWcgab0MrhFTsRZ8rWEOneNPaaZs261Ex7F5MJSsHIL98bqLw94tBEUFF-oHAYps0N4LOf8sgqZn6THEzIy4eU82m69Cjo2FnpIEel06y_PyWKyqG45rGEEFLSj9l4-5-kvaF/s320/08+sept+FLOWERS+008.jpg" width="325" border="0" /></a><br />multi-head freesia,<br />yellow perfumed<br />perfectly formed roses,<br />orange sepalled gerbera,<br />wispy white gypsofilia<br />lifts my spirits<br />& brightens my day!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786199717584345387.post-17717828515272755602008-09-12T11:03:00.003+01:002008-09-12T11:05:49.946+01:00Eileen’s PhalaenopsisEileen’s Phalaenopsis <br /><br />Pride of place on the kitchen table<br />two long wispy darkened stems,<br />seven perfectly formed flowers<br />proudly showing off<br />their palette of yellowy green,<br />nine growing buds slowly<br />emerging, snatching<br />the daylight from the window.Toodleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16171518810188705142noreply@blogger.com3