tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post8842551672313364212..comments2024-03-29T03:53:25.372-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: This Is LivingMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-71843451599900174312011-10-17T14:52:09.140-04:002011-10-17T14:52:09.140-04:00You are a wise woman, Mary Moon, and I love you tr...You are a wise woman, Mary Moon, and I love you truly. Truly I do.Sarcastic Bastardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17116577711704241625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-61918336997501260442011-10-17T01:54:09.936-04:002011-10-17T01:54:09.936-04:00Your garden is beautiful, beautiful. I love eating...Your garden is beautiful, beautiful. I love eating things grown in one's own garden.Mary LAhttp://louisey.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82619197075697423902011-10-15T23:59:16.678-04:002011-10-15T23:59:16.678-04:00What gorgeous photos and gorgeous words to share y...What gorgeous photos and gorgeous words to share your bounty. Thank god that home-raised eggs and washing machines are not mutually exclusive.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-1979194331479075542011-10-15T22:14:36.526-04:002011-10-15T22:14:36.526-04:00Photocat- Nor ever will.
Lisa- I am so glad.
St...Photocat- Nor ever will. <br /><br />Lisa- I am so glad.<br /><br />Stephanie- I DO remember the fifties. Vaguely. And only small bits. I think that when plastic because universal, disposable became the rule. Can you imagine a society without plastic? I think I would like to, maybe.<br /><br />lulumarie- You need you some chickens, girl. You would be the BEST chicken mama. <br /><br />Rubye Jack- Well, I try. I fail as much as I succeed but I do try, as we all do.<br /><br />Elizabeth- I think the balance point is different for all of us. I am obviously of peasant descent. But I do understand that urban-draw. When I am in such a situation, I enjoy it. Thank-you for helping me balance MY life with YOUR world.<br /><br />Syd- It's a true thing, isn't it?<br /><br />Mel- We are very lucky here in our planting seasons. We have at least three. And yes- Owen and the eggs. It thrills me too when we gather them together.<br /><br />Elisabeth- Yes, Lis is Lis with an ess, but when it is Lizzie, it is with zees. I do not know why except that if it were esses, it would not be the same name. <br />Here we are, same world, different hemispheres but our dreams are the same, our experiences so often universal and the same moon shines over us all.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-56988264548860344602011-10-15T21:55:13.351-04:002011-10-15T21:55:13.351-04:00What a splendid morning greeting, Ms Moon. And al...What a splendid morning greeting, Ms Moon. And all the while I notice the way you spell your Lizzie's name with an 's', like I do. I've noticed this before now.<br /><br />I, too, am a 'Lis' to those who know me well and every time you mention our Lis, I give a shudder because it's an unusual spelling here. <br /><br />And I think then about all the cultural differences that rule our lives and how important are those samenesses in places close to home where we can feel safe and cosy but equally how important are the differences that help to mark us out as distinct from and also similar to one another. <br /><br />Your blog reminds me of these things often and I relish the freedom to share your journey however different it might be from mine. The commonalities are enough to draw us closer. <br /><br />Thanks again for the morning greeting that reached me now halfway through a Sunday when I imagine you are still asleep after Saturday.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57878711943019519602011-10-15T17:01:44.145-04:002011-10-15T17:01:44.145-04:00Sigh from me too. I love this post. You are a wise...Sigh from me too. I love this post. You are a wise, wise woman. I can't even describe my envy over the concept of fall gardening, as I listen to the wind howl and worry about frost damage. Sigh again.<br />Thanks for sharing so much lovely with us today. Warm egg against Owen's cheek, oh my heart.....Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-87705226564340874402011-10-15T14:44:15.807-04:002011-10-15T14:44:15.807-04:00I too love the South. There is something about peo...I too love the South. There is something about people born here that I find familiar and warm. I don't find it in the transplants who come here.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59188226635375695022011-10-15T14:11:53.182-04:002011-10-15T14:11:53.182-04:00I love this post, this peek into a life quite diff...I love this post, this peek into a life quite different than mine but whose intentions are so similar. While I love all the beauty that surrounds me in southern California, while I thrive on the temperate weather and adore the technicolor blooms and lushness, I revel, too, in the urban-ness -- in the proximity to people, people everywhere. And while I fancy a simpler life, I realize that my sense of "home" is urban -- being in the midst of that sort of life. That's one of the reasons that I come here daily (other than my pure love for your sensibility) -- to visit a land so different than mine -- and so beautiful.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-67167908555732164162011-10-15T13:33:26.217-04:002011-10-15T13:33:26.217-04:00You live life as one should. You know the right th...You live life as one should. You know the right thing and so have to do it. <br />Good morning!Rubye Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02511953177053448513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12558760684957279762011-10-15T13:06:36.492-04:002011-10-15T13:06:36.492-04:00Sigh. So beautiful. And, oh so true. You are po...Sigh. So beautiful. And, oh so true. You are poetry in action.lulumariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01951594259193037282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73123200808778438562011-10-15T12:55:16.610-04:002011-10-15T12:55:16.610-04:00I know you don't remember the 50's :) it j...I know you don't remember the 50's :) it just seems like we started that kind of thing in that time, after WWII. That and tract homes.Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24366757480434335522011-10-15T12:53:46.048-04:002011-10-15T12:53:46.048-04:00I like what you said about us turning luxuries ups...I like what you said about us turning luxuries upside down. I have similar thoughts about disposable products and the way we are going back to "reusable" everything, and that's how everything was before... did that start in the 50's? All this disposable crap.Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-91840885370172818852011-10-15T12:39:07.454-04:002011-10-15T12:39:07.454-04:00Loving all of this.Loving all of this.Lisa Page Rosenberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10959648783502475353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12668702372621890862011-10-15T11:26:03.045-04:002011-10-15T11:26:03.045-04:00And all of our technologie is still not able to ma...And all of our technologie is still not able to make an egg...Photocathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915353764183007346noreply@blogger.com