tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post4921124258762950981..comments2023-07-16T01:44:14.883-07:00Comments on postcardsfrompaulie: View from my window today. . .Pauliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08947247448533001322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post-24959827848940329662007-11-15T13:31:00.000-08:002007-11-15T13:31:00.000-08:00That explains why I didn't recognize the pine cone...That explains why I didn't recognize the pine cone. I don't believe we have those here in the south although we do have many pines.<BR/>I haven't done much blog reading today. I have been trying to catch up on laundry. I also wanted to get one of the Snowmen pot pads done for the give away. It didn't turn out as well as I would have liked but maybe whoever gets it won't mind putting it under a pot.<BR/>Mama BearLove Bears All Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04091529156071883508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post-12004460471100028792007-11-15T10:38:00.000-08:002007-11-15T10:38:00.000-08:00It looks like the tree is turning. Is it dying?Mam...It looks like the tree is turning. Is it dying?<BR/>Mama BearLove Bears All Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04091529156071883508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post-43008458585164782322007-11-14T20:17:00.000-08:002007-11-14T20:17:00.000-08:00When we were little, we used to collect pine cones...When we were little, we used to collect pine cones for my next door neighbor who made the most beautiful wreaths. I don't know anyone who does that anymore. <BR/><BR/>Isn't it nice to kick through leaves, when you don't have to be the one to rake them?Jenny McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11260376064122225845noreply@blogger.com