<?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-1530715805204917447</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:28:16.338Z</updated><category term='Beltane'/><title type='text'>Spinning through the seasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-8796467995934394901</id><published>2010-07-08T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:44:14.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peace of Wild Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi, it is ages since I  did my last post -  I'm not sure that Blogging is for me as I keep  leaving huge gaps. I had  great intentions of using this as a regular  diary/journal, but it just  isn't happening. I so enjoy reading other  peoples blogs and am very  inspired by some of them that I wish I could  do the same for others. I  found this poem on Philip Carr-Gomm's blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;philipcarrgomm.wordpress.com/)  and love it&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The                Peace   of Wild Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When despair  for the world grows  in me&lt;br /&gt;and I wake in the night at the least sound&lt;br /&gt;in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,&lt;br /&gt;I go and lie down where the wood drake&lt;br /&gt;rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron  feeds.&lt;br /&gt;I come into the peace of wild things&lt;br /&gt;who do not tax their lives with forethought&lt;br /&gt;of grief. I come into the presence of still water.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel above me the day-blind stars&lt;br /&gt;waiting with their light. For a time&lt;br /&gt;I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wendell Berry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/TDWzn-f1jAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wAW7Y9JzDzo/s1600/Somerset+May+2010+389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/TDWzn-f1jAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wAW7Y9JzDzo/s320/Somerset+May+2010+389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This heron is standing by some water on the Somerset  Levels, I was lucky to be close enough to take this photo without a big  zoom lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-8796467995934394901?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8796467995934394901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=8796467995934394901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8796467995934394901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8796467995934394901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2010/07/peace-of-wild-things.html' title='The Peace of Wild Things'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/TDWzn-f1jAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wAW7Y9JzDzo/s72-c/Somerset+May+2010+389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-6774619716440606867</id><published>2010-04-08T18:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:43:33.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/S74TqznA_wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wLX44wKzlAc/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/S74TqznA_wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wLX44wKzlAc/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821424548904706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been for a walk and the swallows  are coming back - here is one I managed the photograph. They were  wizzing about over my head at college reservoir, catching insects. So lovely to see them  again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-6774619716440606867?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6774619716440606867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=6774619716440606867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6774619716440606867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6774619716440606867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2010/04/swallows.html' title='Swallows'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/S74TqznA_wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wLX44wKzlAc/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-3198069580026709688</id><published>2010-03-31T11:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:41:29.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. I have had a rather introverted winter and feel like I am emerging now. At the moment I am trying to get some sort of order in my life which at the moment is taking the form of photographing my yarn stash and cataloging it on Ravelry so that when I want to knit something I know exactly what I have got - also I hope it will encourage me to use what's in the stash rather than buy more.  I am also trying to sort out my attic room (yet again) to make space to make things, paint things, spin things etc. Stuff is going to the charity shop or on ebay - it's going to take a while but it feels good to be doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-3198069580026709688?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3198069580026709688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=3198069580026709688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3198069580026709688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3198069580026709688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-1620913214204405278</id><published>2009-12-20T20:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:25:36.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Solstice moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6CJycrjqI/AAAAAAAAARI/AX1kkQIWTaI/s1600-h/solstice+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6CJycrjqI/AAAAAAAAARI/AX1kkQIWTaI/s320/solstice+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the moon this evening. A beautiful crescent for solstice. Below is a picture of the mistletoe in the centre of the room where we had the OBOD Midwinter Gathering the other day.  We had a wonderful time, with poetry, music, stories and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6DtKBKbbI/AAAAAAAAARo/cLvlJVYaFrQ/s1600-h/starlings+OBOD+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6DtKBKbbI/AAAAAAAAARo/cLvlJVYaFrQ/s320/starlings+OBOD+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rather low lately, hence the lack of blogging, I am going through a time of questioning and feel a need for a change somehow to allow me to be more creative whilst also simplifying my life.  My job is very insecure at the moment and perhaps this will give me the incentive to change things, but my lack of energy does not help my motivation.  Tonight I will reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6C0LdchxI/AAAAAAAAARY/4oGTcV9KHhk/s1600-h/solstice+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6C0LdchxI/AAAAAAAAARY/4oGTcV9KHhk/s320/solstice+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A midwinter scene here in Cornwall and below are starlings coming in to roost at a nature reserve near Glasonbury on 11th December. I  hope to go back there in January or February to see them again. As they go overhead there is an amazing rushing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1273/cc811e03342fb49bcd63b03a74b3e0b3/image/9b40071ad514d0c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1273/cc811e03342fb49bcd63b03a74b3e0b3/image/9b40071ad514d0c6.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-1620913214204405278?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1620913214204405278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=1620913214204405278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1620913214204405278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1620913214204405278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/12/solstice-moon.html' title='Solstice moon'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sy6CJycrjqI/AAAAAAAAARI/AX1kkQIWTaI/s72-c/solstice+2009+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-1182463704493597031</id><published>2009-11-11T21:53:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:31:41.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Fleece, Madron Well and socks</title><content type='html'>Well it is now November 11th, Samhain has happened and the month is nearly half way through. The other day I unrolled the Shetland fleece that I bought from a friend and it is a really lovely one.  It is now sorted out ready to wash, it is pretty clean but quite a lot of lanolin. the other day I bought some Unicorn Power Sour to use for this as I have read various good reports about it. This is a photo of the fleece unrolled on the floor, it's a big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs2WTj0NlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/picFoFGgUcw/s1600-h/shetland+fleece+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs2WTj0NlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/picFoFGgUcw/s320/shetland+fleece+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402971934796559954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of October I went to visit a friend near Land's End and on the way back went to Madron Well. I haven't been there for ages. It is a very special place, a holy well,  where people leave bits of rag or whatever, tied to a tree to ask for healing. The well itself is further into the boggy area but just standing by the water by the tree feels very special. Folk have been coming here for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs4tHtwakI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OlkwUpXm8PU/s1600-h/madron+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs4tHtwakI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OlkwUpXm8PU/s320/madron+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402974525777275458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making another pair of socks for my neice with Regia Yarn. She loves the other ones I made and wears them all the time so I thought I'd better make some more before the others wear out and I love knitting socks. Next time I will try some toe-up ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs4t-x1gXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Oum1PewYXXY/s1600-h/madron+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs4t-x1gXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Oum1PewYXXY/s320/madron+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402974540558336370" 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/1530715805204917447-1182463704493597031?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1182463704493597031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=1182463704493597031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1182463704493597031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1182463704493597031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/11/fleece-madron-well-and-socks.html' title='Fleece, Madron Well and socks'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Svs2WTj0NlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/picFoFGgUcw/s72-c/shetland+fleece+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-4401602088748979232</id><published>2009-09-22T22:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:28:53.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Equinox Greetings</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful September we are having. We got back from a week in the Somerset Levels on Saturday and then I celebrated the Equinox with some friends. We spent time in their garden listening to the bird song and feeling the moment of balance as the wheel turns toward the darker months of the year, and then shared food and cider. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-4401602088748979232?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4401602088748979232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=4401602088748979232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4401602088748979232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4401602088748979232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/09/equinoooox-greetings.html' title='Equinox Greetings'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-4510678524889254086</id><published>2009-08-03T20:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:05:02.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lammas and swifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On Lammas eve there were at least twenty swifts squeeling and wheeling in the sky around our house getting ready to leave for the winter. They arrive around Beltane and leave around Lammas. I love to watch them, there is a wildness about them that always makes me feel excited, apparently they even sleep on the wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are some beautiful Hydrangeas from my daughter's garden, they are flowering all over Cornwall at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Snc-HxW7xrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dyW-z3ws1TI/s1600-h/Lammas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Snc-HxW7xrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dyW-z3ws1TI/s320/Lammas+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365825784264771250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some beetroot we grew in our allotment, well mostly my husband as he does most of the hard work, I do the harvesting and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Snc-HKybbXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aKGQw_uBBuY/s1600-h/Lammas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Snc-HKybbXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aKGQw_uBBuY/s320/Lammas+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365825773911108978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take some photos there next time I go there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-4510678524889254086?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4510678524889254086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=4510678524889254086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4510678524889254086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4510678524889254086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/08/lammas-and-swifts.html' title='Lammas and swifts'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Snc-HxW7xrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dyW-z3ws1TI/s72-c/Lammas+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-2706400879495128606</id><published>2009-07-05T23:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:45:06.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice Sunrise</title><content type='html'>At last the computer is up and running again so I am posting some Solstice photos from my part of the world although it was a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEolywYP7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/pq1WYKP52cY/s1600-h/Fal+degree+show+%26+Ben+%2B+Flora,+Solstice+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEolywYP7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/pq1WYKP52cY/s320/Fal+degree+show+%26+Ben+%2B+Flora,+Solstice+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106061665189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmC1SzaGI/AAAAAAAAANg/GAoh_1Ubwxc/s1600-h/Fal+degree+show+%26+Ben+%2B+Flora,+Solstice+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmC1SzaGI/AAAAAAAAANg/GAoh_1Ubwxc/s320/Fal+degree+show+%26+Ben+%2B+Flora,+Solstice+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103262027769954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get up and see the sun rise, I sat with the dog on Pendennis headland, there were a few other people there too.  It was wonderful as the glow got brighter and brighter, I had to wrap myself in the blanket from the car as it was a bit chilly at that time in the morning and the dog had a wonderful time running around, we were rewarded with a beautiful dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmCEZeGEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ED28ZotG9c0/s1600-h/Somerset,+Ben%27s+show+%26+Wedding+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmCEZeGEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ED28ZotG9c0/s320/Somerset,+Ben%27s+show+%26+Wedding+424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103248902395970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, walking around the moat, again with Meg the dog, the banks were humming with bees busy in the foxgloves and there were lots of butterflys, especially painted ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmB94HxdI/AAAAAAAAANI/GjUF11UMRrA/s1600-h/Somerset,+Ben%27s+show+%26+Wedding+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEmB94HxdI/AAAAAAAAANI/GjUF11UMRrA/s320/Somerset,+Ben%27s+show+%26+Wedding+400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103247151908306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blackbird was hoping for a crumb or two (which he got!) when I had a scone at Trebah gardens. He was actually standing on the corner of the table I was using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-2706400879495128606?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2706400879495128606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=2706400879495128606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2706400879495128606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2706400879495128606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/07/solstice-sunrise.html' title='Solstice Sunrise'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SlEolywYP7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/pq1WYKP52cY/s72-c/Fal+degree+show+%26+Ben+%2B+Flora,+Solstice+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-8129415072165259841</id><published>2009-06-16T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:52:38.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken computer</title><content type='html'>I haven't done my blog for a while as the computer's broken and we are waiting for it to be fixed. It's been a very busy couple of weeks though, with my daughters wedding on June 6th, it was a lovely day and the sun shone for the wedding and reception although it was drizzly in the morning so we were very lucky, this was followed by my son's degree show in Cardiff last weekend then my mum's 80th birthday yesterday and other daughter's birthday today, so no time for blogging anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a slightly out of control feeling around the Summer Solstice and find myself caught up in a whirl of energy, we will be at friends on the day sharing food and wine and good company,  will try to be up to see the sun rise in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope computer is back in action soon and will post some photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-8129415072165259841?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8129415072165259841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=8129415072165259841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8129415072165259841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8129415072165259841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-computer.html' title='Broken computer'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-7402750711718319513</id><published>2009-06-03T07:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:10:36.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our stay in the Somerset Levels</title><content type='html'>During May we stayed for a week on the levels near Glastonbury. On this visit I actually climbed Glastonbury Tor. It is many years since I last did that.  It was exhilarating at the top as there was quite a wind blowing. The view from there is amazing and I lay down on the ancient ground and remembered the goddess, it is easy to feel close in this sacred place. On the way up there was a kestrel hovering and at the top was a crow and inside the tower was a white dove. I had the feeling that these were souls who had a long connection with the place, I especially felt that with the crow, I know I may have been getting carried away with the romance of the place but these are the thoughts that came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmVSFLdWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6SZT-pa1txY/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmVSFLdWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6SZT-pa1txY/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343000154994341218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the view of the Tor that greeted us as we arrived, the rainbow was right in front of it. This picture shows beauty and hope but also the destruction - there is a digger to the left and in front is some of the peat that has been excavated. Some of the levels are now preserved, it is such a unique landscape and important for the wildlife that lives there and I give thanks for the people who are working to protect this area, including the RSPB and Somerset Wildlife Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYV0RNgG2I/AAAAAAAAALI/TS2AQjsiMpY/s1600-h/Somerset+May+09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYV0RNgG2I/AAAAAAAAALI/TS2AQjsiMpY/s320/Somerset+May+09+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342981995639085922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture shows another view of the tor looking across a buttercup meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYV0xr-NQI/AAAAAAAAALY/QY-bw4jAOMw/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYV0xr-NQI/AAAAAAAAALY/QY-bw4jAOMw/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342982004356822274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another rainbow with the Tor right in the distance. This was taken from a bird hide at Catcot. We saw many rainbows during the few days we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiYHt5F0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/loS9krWWnQE/s1600-h/Somerset+May+09+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiYHt5F0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/loS9krWWnQE/s320/Somerset+May+09+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342995805705410370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next picture is a roe deer, hardly visible in the long grass and reeds and as I haven't got a long zoom this is the best I could do. There are many roe deer living wild in this area, usually seen on their own like this one. They are very shy and as soon as they notice you they bound off to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmVJuZVCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SU3MRjYAB20/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmVJuZVCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SU3MRjYAB20/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343000152751297570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is taken  from another bird hide of a large area of water we named Silver Lake as it shone  with a silver light. It made me think of the Lady of the Lake in the King Arthur stories, perhaps Excalibur is down there somewhere.  Such a beautiful and special place, so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmUxRlPjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5z01e5N8Zf4/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmUxRlPjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5z01e5N8Zf4/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343000146187992626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view across a nature reserve towards Glastonbury. In this reserve we saw and heard bitterns which are breeding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiYW3cg_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ak29oW1rfAo/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiYW3cg_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ak29oW1rfAo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342995809772012530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willows are a big feature of this landscape, many of them very old and quite often they have been pollarded. There is a Willow &amp;amp; Wetlands Centre at Stoke St Gregory, showing the history of growing and using willow to make baskets and charcoal. It is an interesting place for a visit and has a cafe which is always a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiXuN750I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfiV5jEVwoo/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiXuN750I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfiV5jEVwoo/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342995798860490562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an old man willow, he looks very old from the size of the trunk and has probably been pollarded and had his branches used to make baskets many times over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiXTnryLI/AAAAAAAAALw/N-nsTWeownw/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYiXTnryLI/AAAAAAAAALw/N-nsTWeownw/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342995791720728754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the week it got sunnier and lots of dragonflies made an appearance. This is one I managed to get quite close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmV1_O2lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pqJ-N1ifKD8/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmV1_O2lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pqJ-N1ifKD8/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343000164633074258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our stays in this area. We have quite a good arrangement,  Andy goes off for hours with his binoculars into the wilds and I go off to Glastobury and spend time in places such as the Chalice Well Gardens,  or cafes of course. We go for many walks together but I'm not quite up to the long walks that Andy sometimes does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-7402750711718319513?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7402750711718319513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=7402750711718319513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/7402750711718319513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/7402750711718319513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-stay-in-somerset-levels.html' title='Our stay in the Somerset Levels'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SiYmVSFLdWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6SZT-pa1txY/s72-c/IMG_0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-8781055453630150565</id><published>2009-05-10T09:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:53:13.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwool, red kites and lambs</title><content type='html'>I know it's a bit late but wanted to write about my visit to Wonderwool and that lovely part of Wales.  I stayed in a B&amp;amp;B in Llandindrod Wells and on Saturday evening went for a drive to Rhayader,  to see if there were any red kites, I stopped to look at a field of sheep and beyond the field was small wood of I think mainly fir trees. I saw a red kite and then loads of them started circling around above the woods - an amazing sight. There is a feeding station at Gigrin Farm in Rhayader and that must be why so  many are centered around there. Not so long ago these beautiful birds had been persecuted to the edge of extinction but with the dedicated efforts of the RSPB and other conservation groups/people their numbers have now increased greatly. It is heartening to hear of success stories such as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOCwGnoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1CDWdSDURgI/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOCwGnoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1CDWdSDURgI/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106986590478642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were too far away to be anything but dots in my photos but this one circled overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOD2WN2oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VX08CYAnlIo/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOD2WN2oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VX08CYAnlIo/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107005446380162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I went back into the hills very early, the landscape there is very beautiful and I saw more red kites and a couple of skylarks and some sheep which I think were Torddu  or Badger-faced sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaODYXuANI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oBr6hW7ipTY/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaODYXuANI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oBr6hW7ipTY/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106997399617746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of the lambs peeping at me. They have strange faces with white eyebrows, some of the the lambs are very black coated but become more varied, with some brown when adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKB6jjPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fXJcsOPyrtY/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKB6jjPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fXJcsOPyrtY/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335057089677200626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Wonderwool and bought far too much. It was great to meet Ambermoggie, Andy(Alpacabuyer) from bluefaced.com, Amanda from Natural Dye Studio, Jenni from Fyberspates, Freyalan and the lovely people who have a shop called Ippikin, and lots of other folk I chatted to.  Below are some  felted bags from the Ippikin stall, I bought some Colinette yarn and the pattern to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOEO40baI/AAAAAAAAAKo/03nqMGFpRsk/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOEO40baI/AAAAAAAAAKo/03nqMGFpRsk/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107012033965474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the place I stayed in in Llandindrod Wells, I was in a little room right at the top, there were other people from Wonderwool there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKtUwAQI/AAAAAAAAALA/UW-8T_ixdDE/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKtUwAQI/AAAAAAAAALA/UW-8T_ixdDE/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335057101329793282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKVmWygI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xNENnlLZdFI/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgnuKVmWygI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xNENnlLZdFI/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335057094961187330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the sunrise from my bedroom window on the Sunday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-8781055453630150565?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8781055453630150565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=8781055453630150565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8781055453630150565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8781055453630150565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderwool-red-kites-and-lambs.html' title='Wonderwool, red kites and lambs'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SgaOCwGnoTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1CDWdSDURgI/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-6901050704739075907</id><published>2009-05-03T09:23:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:02:05.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beltane'/><title type='text'>Beltane</title><content type='html'>I started off the day waking up to go to the loo and realising the sun was about to rise I felt suddenly (and uncharacteristically at that time in the morning!) full of energy - so got the dog, who was amazed, and headed off to see it rise at Pendennis point. We were blessed with a beautiful dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1W3WZD9UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1xsE6bXZUOg/s1600-h/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1W3WZD9UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1xsE6bXZUOg/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331513042780026178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is looking back into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1W4SDAHlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wzyP4SbxA1M/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1W4SDAHlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wzyP4SbxA1M/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331513058793627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that morning we went for a walk around Mawnan and I had tea and date slice at Glendurgan, which I shared with a chaffinch.  On the walk I passed by a hedge and a blackbird flew out and then I heard some cheeping so I had a peep and saw a nest with three (at least) babies. Below is a photo but I didn't get too close for fear of disturbing them too much, I think you can make out a beak if you enlarge the picture. I always feel so lucky to be shown wild things living their lives, it felt very special as it was Beltane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1XM-8YqgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/obAz_Cd2j18/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1XM-8YqgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/obAz_Cd2j18/s320/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331513414442854914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a Cornish hedgerow so full of wild flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1cyUCmN6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GQt5WZ465rc/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1cyUCmN6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GQt5WZ465rc/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519553319352226" 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/1530715805204917447-6901050704739075907?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6901050704739075907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=6901050704739075907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6901050704739075907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6901050704739075907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-started-off-day-waking-up-to-go-to.html' title='Beltane'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sf1W3WZD9UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1xsE6bXZUOg/s72-c/IMG_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-3362334873093144859</id><published>2009-04-29T21:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:05:17.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>I saw him last night at Cardiff International Arena! He was brilliant and I got quite close to the front. I was so excited when he came on, it's the first time I've actually seen him although I've loved his songs since I was in my teens and that was a long time ago. He started off with Rainy Day Women and played for about 2 hours with hardly a break. Back in Cornwall now and will post pictures of the trip to Wales and Wonderwool later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-3362334873093144859?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3362334873093144859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=3362334873093144859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3362334873093144859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3362334873093144859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob-dylan.html' title='Bob Dylan'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-3021965781173740804</id><published>2009-04-23T18:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:32:01.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring colours, ladybird and butterfly</title><content type='html'>Spring is in her full glory now here in Cornwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgoc0vZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kzfUoFg7C2U/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgoc0vZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kzfUoFg7C2U/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327934975971911602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many flowers out at the moment it gets quite overwhelming. Here are a few photos from the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgoCKpqrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LG_Ochyo958/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgoCKpqrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LG_Ochyo958/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327934968816052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluebells are out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj9YjAKCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BiqNoFIaB5o/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj9YjAKCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BiqNoFIaB5o/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938634135906338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and valerian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgn8pLXOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/n_C3n-Qwfmw/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgn8pLXOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/n_C3n-Qwfmw/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327934967333477602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sunshine has brought out this ladybird, the first one I've seen this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgnY6M00I/AAAAAAAAAHo/APtq_ZaZzcY/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgnY6M00I/AAAAAAAAAHo/APtq_ZaZzcY/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327934957741200194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj9l4rc_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I0fvBJoIyiw/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj9l4rc_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I0fvBJoIyiw/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938637716485106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this comma butterfly at Penrose near Helston, and there was a Peacock butterfly in the front garden yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj87-0XPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GBiBfaR86iE/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCj87-0XPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GBiBfaR86iE/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327938626467945714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Wales ready for Wonderwool tomorrow morning and am spending a few days away culminating in a Bob Dylan concert on Tuesday night in  Cardiff!! I've loved him since I was a teenager and now at 55 will be seeing him live for the first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-3021965781173740804?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3021965781173740804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=3021965781173740804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3021965781173740804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3021965781173740804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-colours-ladybird-and-butterfly.html' title='Spring colours, ladybird and butterfly'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SfCgoc0vZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/kzfUoFg7C2U/s72-c/IMG_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-795142416387641448</id><published>2009-04-14T19:21:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:05:27.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely to see the swallows back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed9rLVOgAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6gOyL1undQA/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed9rLVOgAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6gOyL1undQA/s400/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363265118568450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a bit difficult to photograph with a small  digital camera while flying around ! They wizz by very quickly.  I saw my first one on 30th March and on Easter day there were several flying around at Trelissick Gardens near Truro. You can just see this one is above the tower and they were flying in through the window and perching on the weather vane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed7R5rLNWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Gat4pFZW-g/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed7R5rLNWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Gat4pFZW-g/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325360631858804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one kept flying into the barn and seemed to be nest building already as it sometimes had a bit of straw in its beak.  You can just make it out on the beam. It flew up into the roof and disappeared into it and you can see the droppings where they probably roost. I love the chattery noise they make while flying, it makes me feel excited every year to see them return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed7R7NLWfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ub-5rN1B8KM/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed7R7NLWfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ub-5rN1B8KM/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325360632269855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a bumble bee on a rhododendron, there were quite a few buzzing around, also on Easter Sunday which was a beautiful day here in Cornwall with real warmth in the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-795142416387641448?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/795142416387641448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=795142416387641448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/795142416387641448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/795142416387641448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovely-to-see-swallows-back.html' title='Lovely to see the swallows back'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sed9rLVOgAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6gOyL1undQA/s72-c/IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-2203271322673920357</id><published>2009-04-01T11:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:24:40.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is brought to you by the letter 'M'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is a game that has been going around blogs for a while - the idea is to find ten things that you like starting with the given letter - the letter M was given to me by &lt;a href="http://http//web.mac.com/vhjeffery/Site/Welcome.html"&gt;Crobbles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//web.mac.com/vhjeffery/Site/Welcome.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you would like a letter please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are my choices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHERS&lt;/span&gt; -  my own Mum and all mothers everywhere and of course, Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sc-XbI40RRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RauMG9vHowA/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sc-XbI40RRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RauMG9vHowA/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636177445897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sctcz8HSjvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AEFtL9ak5PM/s1600-h/windblown+meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sctcz8HSjvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AEFtL9ak5PM/s320/windblown+meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317445832420790002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog companion. Wise, loyal, fun, gentle, sensitive, with the spirit of the wild still in her. She came to me from a rescue home at the age of 6 months, chosen by my son and I feel lucky and privileged to share her life. Her mother is a Springer Spaniel and her father apparently a Border Collie/Greyhound type of lurcher, I can see traits of all three in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOON&lt;/span&gt; - lovely moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGNOLIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScoQ6IpEomI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RRsG1-RRC9U/s1600-h/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScoQ6IpEomI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RRsG1-RRC9U/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317080901002502754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScoQ4x3Y3WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1tGPDOQ0MfE/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScoQ4x3Y3WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1tGPDOQ0MfE/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317080877708664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures were taken in Trelissick Gardens and Fox Rosehill Gardens on 24th March. There are so many in blossom at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERLIN&lt;/span&gt; - I am obsessed with anything to do with stories about Merlin. I particularly love the ones by Mary Stewart the first of which is Crystal Cave.  Along with Merlin and King Arthur stories I also love to read myths from other times and cultures. When I was a child I read the Greek myths many times.  I have not read the Mabinogion yet so that is on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC &lt;/span&gt;- Mozart, Van Morrison, Bob Marley,  Miles Davis,  Mariza,  Loreena McKennitt  just to name a few with M in their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEALTIMES - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I enjoy my food&lt;/span&gt; and meals shared with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOONSTONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;beautiful stones that seem to catch the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SdR1CloV5GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oPsvR0YOk80/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SdR1CloV5GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oPsvR0YOk80/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320005747152905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;the month I was born in and so special to me. A lovely month, beginning with Beltane, with May blossom everywhere and the land bursting with life. We often go on holiday to the Somerset levels in May, near Glastonbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN &lt;/span&gt;- well I couldn't really leave them out, could I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-2203271322673920357?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2203271322673920357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=2203271322673920357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2203271322673920357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2203271322673920357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-letter-m.html' title='This post is brought to you by the letter &apos;M&apos;'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sc-XbI40RRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RauMG9vHowA/s72-c/IMG_1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-1427843670577173091</id><published>2009-03-25T19:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:31:46.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Look who arrived today!</title><content type='html'>My beautiful femme arrived, made by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ambermoggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ambermoggie&lt;/a&gt;. She is called Flidhais, Goddess of the woods and trees and I love her, she came with a shawl to keep her warm on her travels. Amber also made me a lovely medicine bag. Thank you Amber :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScqL5YwKRxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VIUTfyIlVUE/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScqL5YwKRxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VIUTfyIlVUE/s400/IMG_1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317216128077547282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is resting on the mantelpiece after her long journey. Below is a picture of the medicine pouch. I am so thrilled and keep going to look at her - and smelling her hair as she smells wonderfully of incense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScqM3cHybAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KIToth_Da3s/s1600-h/IMG_1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScqM3cHybAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KIToth_Da3s/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317217194133842946" 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/1530715805204917447-1427843670577173091?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1427843670577173091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=1427843670577173091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1427843670577173091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/1427843670577173091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-who-arrived-today.html' title='Look who arrived today!'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/ScqL5YwKRxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VIUTfyIlVUE/s72-c/IMG_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-4081924104138403969</id><published>2009-03-17T18:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:17:08.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Wales and Wool Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_2TxBgSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QWCYunvZnvU/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_2TxBgSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QWCYunvZnvU/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314236904758069938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to stay with a friend who lives on the edge of the Black Mountain up from Swansea. Above is a view from her kitchen window, it was a bit misty - sometimes red kites fly past. We visited the National Wool Museum of Wales which was very interesting, showing the whole process from fleece to finished blanket or garment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0K2ZjRCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y5vkHHFh3kU/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0K2ZjRCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y5vkHHFh3kU/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234552559027234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is part of the collection of Welsh blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0KSsK7eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7G5QbqA-ZEE/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0KSsK7eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7G5QbqA-ZEE/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234542973447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see the edge of a spinning machine and some of the cones that have been spun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0J3g2hqI/AAAAAAAAADw/y5FUGznNE3o/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0J3g2hqI/AAAAAAAAADw/y5FUGznNE3o/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234535678215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of spinning wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0LMIAP5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m8Ygft7LLQs/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_0LMIAP5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m8Ygft7LLQs/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234558391009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This castle was in a town near the museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-4081924104138403969?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4081924104138403969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=4081924104138403969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4081924104138403969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/4081924104138403969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/03/wales-and-wool-museum.html' title='Wales and Wool Museum'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sb_2TxBgSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QWCYunvZnvU/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-7794316789802290313</id><published>2009-02-26T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:52:13.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Spring and gloves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabi3TEXM7I/AAAAAAAAADo/T3phke-fu1Y/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabi3TEXM7I/AAAAAAAAADo/T3phke-fu1Y/s400/IMG_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178650541962162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were made with Fyberspates BFL sock yarn. Beautifully soft and lovely to knit with. I am rather obsessed with making fingerless gloves at the moment - these I have given to my daughter.  I've got two other pairs on the go even though we are heading into spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabi3GnrbbI/AAAAAAAAADg/_DG1XgWtM3M/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabi3GnrbbI/AAAAAAAAADg/_DG1XgWtM3M/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178647200427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of spring are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_TA0iQI/AAAAAAAAADY/HgWeWE9PqCM/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_TA0iQI/AAAAAAAAADY/HgWeWE9PqCM/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177688454433026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at the Uni - the campus in Penryn,  part if which used to be the grounds of an old convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_SvlUWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nln3-hg81sk/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_SvlUWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nln3-hg81sk/s400/IMG_1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177688382132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_JVpzdI/AAAAAAAAADI/RiQC2Jksec8/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh_JVpzdI/AAAAAAAAADI/RiQC2Jksec8/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177685857455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh-wllQXI/AAAAAAAAADA/7XTU8o6FC3U/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh-wllQXI/AAAAAAAAADA/7XTU8o6FC3U/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177679213379954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh-prRRTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A1b5_34xTYw/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabh-prRRTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A1b5_34xTYw/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177677358187826" 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/1530715805204917447-7794316789802290313?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7794316789802290313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=7794316789802290313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/7794316789802290313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/7794316789802290313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs-of-spring-and-gloves.html' title='Signs of Spring and gloves'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/Sabi3TEXM7I/AAAAAAAAADo/T3phke-fu1Y/s72-c/IMG_1601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-3455837144358090652</id><published>2009-02-18T17:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:20:26.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>Beautiful trees in the woods at Mawnan Smith where we went for a walk on Sunday,  there was a feeling of spring all around - almost  humming. I am going to do more walking this year I've decided, Meg the dog will be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNL8HFY3I/AAAAAAAAACw/TtNRFWRSpzc/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNL8HFY3I/AAAAAAAAACw/TtNRFWRSpzc/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199328645342066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above picture there is an image of a Green Man - I didn't see him while I was there but only when I looked at the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNLiHgH9I/AAAAAAAAACo/AXMTGxMJ1CY/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNLiHgH9I/AAAAAAAAACo/AXMTGxMJ1CY/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199321667772370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNLHqm0oI/AAAAAAAAACg/KWtdzbxBOKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNLHqm0oI/AAAAAAAAACg/KWtdzbxBOKQ/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199314567254658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNK-ZJJ4I/AAAAAAAAACY/SAHN_qFR9O0/s1600-h/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNK-ZJJ4I/AAAAAAAAACY/SAHN_qFR9O0/s400/IMG_1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199312078088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNKeKn98I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pojtIIFONLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNKeKn98I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pojtIIFONLQ/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199303427258306" 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/1530715805204917447-3455837144358090652?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3455837144358090652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=3455837144358090652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3455837144358090652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/3455837144358090652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SZxNL8HFY3I/AAAAAAAAACw/TtNRFWRSpzc/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-2789051893888989749</id><published>2009-02-14T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:44:55.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Swans</title><content type='html'>Today, as I was getting in to the car to go to work, four swans flew over the rooftops heading north/north west. It was one of those moments when you catch your breath with the beauty.  They were flying really low and looked so big with their necks stretched right out. On Valentine's day too - I feel very lucky to have been there at that moment to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-2789051893888989749?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2789051893888989749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=2789051893888989749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2789051893888989749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/2789051893888989749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/swans.html' title='Swans'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-8172772964769778661</id><published>2009-02-08T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:22:27.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Meg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SY8idJVo_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/z1jU5USHKs8/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SY8idJVo_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/z1jU5USHKs8/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493170556599890" 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/_G8pBggTPpFc/SY8hSp8LliI/AAAAAAAAABY/Olg8Vz8dVpE/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SY8hSp8LliI/AAAAAAAAABY/Olg8Vz8dVpE/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491890817996322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the Earth Mysteries fair I took Meg for a walk to ground myself and ponder. It was very wet and muddy with signs of spring happening and daffodils nearly out in some places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-8172772964769778661?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8172772964769778661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=8172772964769778661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8172772964769778661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/8172772964769778661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-meg.html' title='Happy Meg'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SY8idJVo_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/z1jU5USHKs8/s72-c/IMG_1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-6892708366933137694</id><published>2009-02-05T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:52:21.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Cornwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYrCncmzrLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdQpEZ5VDAE/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYrCncmzrLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdQpEZ5VDAE/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299261894504459442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYrBLBv1UMI/AAAAAAAAABI/b951hcV6tF8/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYrBLBv1UMI/AAAAAAAAABI/b951hcV6tF8/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299260306746593474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday night we had snow! It is so unusual in Falmouth - loads of people were out in the streets having snowball fights and building snowmen. There was a real party atmosphere. I took these pictures the next morning as I walked to work. By the evening most of it had melted.&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/1530715805204917447-6892708366933137694?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6892708366933137694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=6892708366933137694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6892708366933137694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6892708366933137694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-in-cornwall.html' title='Snow in Cornwall'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYrCncmzrLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdQpEZ5VDAE/s72-c/IMG_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530715805204917447.post-6933615215750908892</id><published>2009-02-02T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:09:50.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Imbolc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYdw0hpLIaI/AAAAAAAAABA/o2wVgl5XKWw/s1600-h/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYdw0hpLIaI/AAAAAAAAABA/o2wVgl5XKWw/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298327534311252386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a beautiful day here in this part of Cornwall and I found these snowdrops. Everything is now covered in a blanket of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbolc seems like a good time to start this blog, readers are very welcome, please forgive me if my posts are not always regular. This blog is part of my wanting to take more care to notice the things around me, particularly the changing of the seasons happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem for Imbolc. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://ambermoggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ambermoggi&lt;/a&gt;e for letting me know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Vicky.W/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:10;" &gt;A Brigid's Girdle - for Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;by Seamus Heaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I wrote I wrote from a rustic table&lt;br /&gt;Under magnolias in South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;As blossoms fell on me, and a white gable&lt;br /&gt;As clean-lined as the prow of a white liner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisected sunlight in the sunlit yard.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad of the early heat and the first quiet&lt;br /&gt;And a delicious, articulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Flight of small plinkings from a dulcimer&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Like feminine rhymes migrating to the north&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Where you faced the music and the ache of summer&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          And earth's foreknowledge gathered in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Now it's St Brigid's Day and the first snowdrop&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          In County Wicklow, and this a Brigid's Girdle&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          I'm plaiting for you, an airy fairy hoop&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (Like one of those old crinolines they'd trindle),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Twisted straw that's lifted in a circle&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          To handsel and to heal, a rite of spring&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          As strange and lightsome and traditional&lt;br /&gt;As the motions you go through going through the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530715805204917447-6933615215750908892?l=spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6933615215750908892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530715805204917447&amp;postID=6933615215750908892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6933615215750908892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530715805204917447/posts/default/6933615215750908892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinningthroughtheseasons.blogspot.com/2009/02/imbolc.html' title='Imbolc'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317836336358562683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8pBggTPpFc/SYdw0hpLIaI/AAAAAAAAABA/o2wVgl5XKWw/s72-c/IMG_1477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
