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<channel><title><![CDATA[&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grandma's Cottage - Grandma's Journal]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/grandmas-journal.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Grandma's Journal]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 21:44:05 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Post Title.]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2010/08/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit4.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2010/08/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit4.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 23:48:09 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2010/08/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit4.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Oh, how things have changed since my last entry.&nbsp; I can't believe it has been almost a year.&nbsp; I have so much to share and will do so tomorrow, for now, it is past 2:30 on Sunday morning. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">Oh, how things have changed since my last entry.&nbsp; I can't believe it has been almost a year.&nbsp; I have so much to share and will do so tomorrow, for now, it is past 2:30 on Sunday morning.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Road Trip Aug.1st. 2009]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/08/road-trip-aug1st-2009.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/08/road-trip-aug1st-2009.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 13:36:56 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/08/road-trip-aug1st-2009.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Oh, what an adventure we had on Saturday!&nbsp; Steve and I decided to take a road trip to Springfield Massachusetts.&nbsp; We left our home about 8:15am and headed for Springfield via country roads.&nbsp; This may have been a lot longer, but it was much more enjoyable than taking the highway.&nbsp; Many roads that we found ourselves on were new to Steve and I.Here is a picture of our route. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">Oh, what an adventure we had on Saturday!&nbsp; Steve and I decided to take a road trip to Springfield Massachusetts.&nbsp; We left our home about 8:15am and headed for Springfield via country roads.&nbsp; This may have been a lot longer, but it was much more enjoyable than taking the highway.&nbsp; Many roads that we found ourselves on were new to Steve and I.<br /><br />Here is a picture of our route.</div><div ><div id="454879941512382" align="center" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;"><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=118238000891872329160.00047052c9d49423f74eb&amp;ll=42.57936,-72.59773&amp;spn=0.953501,0&amp;output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=118238000891872329160.00047052c9d49423f74eb&amp;ll=42.57936,-72.59773&amp;spn=0.953501,0&amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">Road Trip Aug. 1st, 2009</a> in a larger map</small></div></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">Those who know me or have read my journals, know that I love old mill towns.&nbsp; New England has a deep seated history of mill towns.&nbsp; As we were driving through central Massachusetts, every small town we went through had its mill section with rows of mill housing, large mansions on the hills and stone and brick mills along the riverbanks.<br /><br />One such town, Ware, made a large mill into a children's factory clothing store outlet.&nbsp; Beyond the granite steps, we entered a world the advancement of time had forgotten.&nbsp; We walked on old wooden floors where workers in the 19th century had walked every day.&nbsp; Along the back wall of the mill, windows facing the river were open letting in the crashing sound of the river and the cool breeze generated by the water below.<br /><br />I had the chance of visiting the ladies room before we left and was surprised to find a long soap stone sink with outdoor spickets as the vanity!&nbsp; We used this type of sink at both my grandparent's farms when I was just a young child.<br /><br />Here are some pictures of the mill area we were in.<br /></div><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/4615291.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">entrance to the children's store</div></div></div><div ><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div><hr style="background-color:#777777; border:0pt none; color:#777777; height:1px; margin:0 auto; text-align: center; width:100%;"></hr><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/300993.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">The rushing water behind the mill</div></div></div><div ><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div><hr style="background-color:#777777; border:0pt none; color:#777777; height:1px; margin:0 auto; text-align: center; width:100%;"></hr><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/8871102.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">loft apartments in an adjoining mill</div></div></div><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; "><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/6284258.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;">Golden Corral, Springfield Ma</div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: center; display: block; ">Now for the truth of why we were making this trip in the first place!!<br /><br />When we would stay in the Carolinas and Florida while full timing in our RV, we would frequently dine at the Golden Corral Buffet for dinner.&nbsp; It quickly become our favorite place to eat out.&nbsp; The last time we were down south and ate at the Golden Corral was early in 2003.&nbsp;&nbsp;when we heard there was one in Springfield, Steve and I turned to each other, smiled and yelled...."ROAD TRIP"<br /><br />Was it as good as we remembered it?&nbsp; No question.&nbsp; It was<br />heavenly.<br /></div><hr  style=" clear: both; visibility: hidden; width: 100%; "></hr><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">So, now...with tummies full, we began to head on back to Raymond.&nbsp; Of course we couldn't take the same roads back, that would be going against the rules of road trips!&nbsp; On to a new adventure.&nbsp; The small, farm,&nbsp;country towns we were going through now were filled with corn fields and horse pastures along the sides of the road.&nbsp; With bright blue skies and clouds, big and puffy drifting by, the whole scene was breathtaking.<br /><br />There was one more surprise that Steve had planned for me before going back over the New Hampshire border.<br /></div><span  style=" z-index: 10; float: left; "><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/1064791.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: center; display: block; ">North of Springfield is a town, South Deerfield Ma. where the Yankee Candle company got its start.&nbsp; It is now a huge mall that offers themed rooms like the Bavarian Village where it snows every four minutes, A Christmas Village and candle museum.&nbsp; There were German shops for ornaments, a shop for kitchen gadgets, a little eating room, the San Francisco Music Box Company store, a toy store and so many more that I can't remember.&nbsp; Half way through, we were exausted and I know we missed some areas.&nbsp; I was such a good girl.&nbsp; With my hands behind my back like mother taught me, I quietly looked, but.....I didn't spen a dime!!!!!</div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr><span  style=" z-index: 10; float: left; "><a><img src="http://www.grandmascottage.net/uploads/8/5/5/7/855782/2825300.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;">a stream by the roadway NH</div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: center; display: block; ">We left the farms behind and found ourselves traveling winding roads of forested rolling hills.&nbsp; Traffic was very light and with the sweet music playing, we had entered our own private world of enchantment.<br /><br />The woods of Maples, Oaks, Birch and Pine engulfed us from both sides of the road.&nbsp; Glimpses of a running, babbling brook could be seen&nbsp;beyond the embankments&nbsp;off the shoulder.&nbsp; Secluded country homes with long driveways were barely seen, but with sharp eyes of treasure hunters, Steve and I were rewarded with a beauty that is seldom seen.&nbsp; <br /><br />Here is a picture of the brook.&nbsp; We stopped so that I could take the picture, not knowing there was a flag on the bridge until I took out my camera.<br /><br />Back in New Hampshire, we started driving on roads that we knew and before we knew it, we were home.&nbsp; If you ever want a truely memorable experience, try taking a leisurly ride while playing a CD of patriotic music.&nbsp; Your part of the country will take on a rich, new meaning that you will never forget!</div><hr  style=" clear: both; visibility: hidden; width: 100%; "></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mid-Summer 2009]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/07/mid-summer-2009.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/07/mid-summer-2009.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 08:41:09 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/07/mid-summer-2009.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Here it is, the end of July!&nbsp; I didn't even write last month.&nbsp; For the most part we have not had a real summ [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.weebly.com/weebly/images/na.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"></div></div></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">Here it is, the end of July!&nbsp; I didn't even write last month.&nbsp; For the most part we have not had a real summer.&nbsp; In fact, I can count on one hand the beautiful days we have had like this one today.&nbsp; Right now it is bright, sunny and in the 80s to low 90s.&nbsp; Hot for us as it has only been in the 70s with rain during the first half of summer.&nbsp; The kids go back to school in just over four weeks and they haven't even had a summer to enjoy!<br /><br />I will update as soon as I can this week.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Post Title.]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/05/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit3.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/05/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit3.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 08:04:48 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/05/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit3.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Although I know my Mother has been gone for over seven years, I still find myself reaching for the phone to call her every so often.&nbsp; Yesterday was one of those days.&nbsp; I can't even remember what I was doing yesterday morning, but I remember&nbsp; the pain of loss when I realized that she wasn't just a phone call away.Several hours had passed and I don't recall when I started humming while doing the laundry, but part way through the melody, it [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Although I know my Mother has been gone for over seven years, I still find myself reaching for the phone to call her every so often.&nbsp; Yesterday was one of those days.&nbsp; I can't even remember what I was doing yesterday morning, but I remember&nbsp; the pain of loss when I realized that she wasn't just a phone call away.<br /><br />Several hours had passed and I don't recall when I started humming while doing the laundry, but part way through the melody, it hit me.&nbsp; I was humming my Mother's very favorite hymn.&nbsp; I know this was her way to let me know she was there watching over me.<br /><br />Today I found this hymn of Youtube.&nbsp; I hope you enjoy "Love One Another" as much as I enjoy sharing with you.<br /></p><div ><div id="791703578869539" align="center" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;"><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jHV1pbmK1Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jHV1pbmK1Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spring]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/04/spring.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/04/spring.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 20:42:53 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/04/spring.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Here it is, almost midnight, April 2nd.&nbsp; I am sitting here by the open window listening to the sounds of night.&nbsp; I haven't heard my peepers yet, but within a few more days after the rain has fallen and the temps stay above the forty degree mark, I will hear them nightly.&nbsp; It's pretty bad right now.&nbsp; I have a recording of peepers that I turn on before getting into bed in order for me to fall asleep!! [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><FONT color=#641717><STRONG>Here it is, almost midnight, April 2nd.&nbsp; I am sitting here by the open window listening to the sounds of night.&nbsp; I haven't heard my peepers yet, but within a few more days after the rain has fallen and the temps stay above the forty degree mark, I will hear them nightly.&nbsp; It's pretty bad right now.&nbsp; I have a recording of peepers that I turn on before getting into bed in order for me to fall asleep!!</STRONG></FONT><br /><br /> <FONT color=#641717><STRONG>My tulips, jonquills and bleeding heart plant have broken ground.&nbsp; I can even see my Iris and some lillies coming through as well.&nbsp; The ground is still brown and everyone's yards look dull and even messy from storm damage over the past few months.&nbsp; A few nice weekends will put an end to that though and gardens will come back to life and beauty will abound.</STRONG></FONT><br /><br /> <FONT color=#641717><STRONG>I'm just glad to have winter behind us.</STRONG></FONT><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Obituary in the London Times]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/obituary-in-the-london-times.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/obituary-in-the-london-times.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 10:17:34 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/obituary-in-the-london-times.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Today20we mourn the passing of a beloved old&nbsp;friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.&nbsp;No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable&nbsp;lessons as:&nbsp; [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG></STRONG><STRONG><FONT color=navy size=2 face=Verdana><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" lang=EN-GB>Today20we mourn the passing of a beloved old&nbsp;friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.&nbsp;No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable&nbsp;lessons as:<br />&nbsp;<br />Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.<br /><br />Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.<br /><br />Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.<br /><br />Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.<br /><br />It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.&nbsp;Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims....<br /><br />Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burg lar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.&nbsp; Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.<br /><br />Common Sense was preceded in death by:<br />his parents, Truth and Trust;<br />his wife, Discretion;<br />his daughter, Responsibility;<br />his son, Reason<br />&nbsp;<br />He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;<br />I Know My Rights<br />I Want It Now<br />Someone Else Is To Blame<br />I'm A Victim</SPAN></FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT color=navy size=2 face=Arial><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" lang=EN-GB><br />&nbsp;<br /></SPAN></FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT color=navy size=2 face=Verdana><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" lang=EN-GB>Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.</SPAN></FONT></STRONG><br /><STRONG></STRONG></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[And Here We Go Again!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/and-here-we-go-again.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/and-here-we-go-again.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 09:09:48 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/and-here-we-go-again.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Just as we start the second week of March, we are ready to plow out from another winter storm.&nbsp; I'm looking at about a half foot of snow out in our yard.&nbsp; It wouldn't surprise me at all to see more unsettled weather over the next couple of weeks.&nbsp; It seems that the old season of winter is in conflict with the milder, new season of spring that will start on the 21st.&nbsp; Soon enough, winter will realize it's futile to fight and will surrender to sp [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Just as we start the second week of March, we are ready to plow out from another winter storm.&nbsp; I'm looking at about a half foot of snow out in our yard.&nbsp; It wouldn't surprise me at all to see more unsettled weather over the next couple of weeks.&nbsp; It seems that the old season of winter is in conflict with the milder, new season of spring that will start on the 21st.&nbsp; Soon enough, winter will realize it's futile to fight and will surrender to spring.<br /><br />Iv'e been dreaming of pussywillows, forsithia, tulips, jonquils, and lilacs.&nbsp; Easter is just about a month away.&nbsp; I would love to spend tthat day at the beach just like my Mom did for so many years.&nbsp; We would take our whole Easter Dinner of sliced ham, potato salad, baked beans and ambrosa salad and have an easter egg hunt with the children.&nbsp; The kids always got kites in their baskets and the beach was the best place for them to try them out. <br /><br />Today is a great day for a dinner of chilli and home baked bread!&nbsp; I have the meat thawing already.&nbsp; Time to get going and get some housework done.<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Late Winter Storm]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/late-winter-storm.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/late-winter-storm.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 08:30:28 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/03/late-winter-storm.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Another winter wonderland just as we are starting to dream of warmer days ahead, flowers in the garden and outdoor adventures.&nbsp; As annoying as this may be, we, here in New England, are use to storms like this in March.&nbsp; At least March has come in like a lion and should go out like a lamb.In actuality, March can be very damaging.&nbsp; These late winter storms, although not this one, can be very heavy with a pasty wet and heavy snow breaking t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Another winter wonderland just as we are starting to dream of warmer days ahead, flowers in the garden and outdoor adventures.&nbsp; As annoying as this may be, we, here in New England, are use to storms like this in March.&nbsp; At least March has come in like a lion and should go out like a lamb.<br /><br />In actuality, March can be very damaging.&nbsp; These late winter storms, although not this one, can be very heavy with a pasty wet and heavy snow breaking tree limbs and damaging rooftops.&nbsp; On the other hand, the sun is stronger and the snow melts quickly.<br /><br />Instead of going to the gym today as I had planned, I will put my energy into house cleaning.&nbsp; It's a hearty beef stew for dinner tonight and if I have the time and energy, I will bake some bread.&nbsp; I will dream of Spring......only nineteen days away!<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Snow]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/snow.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/snow.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 21:28:14 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/snow.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I know everyone has just about had it with snow, but....right now it is very late and my world is quiet.&nbsp; The snow is softly falling and looks so fresh and glittery under the light of the porch and the streetlamps.&nbsp; As it sits, undesturbed on the ground and on the bare branches of the trees, it's clean and white...at least for now. Very soon, winter will be another memory locked away in my journals and the warm breeze of spring will be all a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I know everyone has just about had it with snow, but....right now it is very late and my world is quiet.&nbsp; The snow is softly falling and looks so fresh and glittery under the light of the porch and the streetlamps.&nbsp; As it sits, undesturbed on the ground and on the bare branches of the trees, it's clean and white...at least for now.<br /><br /> Very soon, winter will be another memory locked away in my journals and the warm breeze of spring will be all around us.&nbsp; However, until then, I will enjoy the last glimpses of a New England wintery night as I sit here peering out the window.<br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[So Peaceful]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/so-peaceful.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/so-peaceful.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 07:00:38 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grandmascottage.net/1/post/2009/02/so-peaceful.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Sunday morning.&nbsp; If it wasn't for the snow on the ground, I would think it was spring.&nbsp; It's a little over 50 degrees outside and a warm breeze is playing with my windchimes just outside my window.&nbsp; At first, it sounded like it was raining, but I soon realized it is the melting of snow on the roof.&nbsp; A few days of this would melt most of the snow in short order. Sally spent the night with us last night and she is bouncing off walls  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Sunday morning.&nbsp; If it wasn't for the snow on the ground, I would think it was spring.&nbsp; It's a little over 50 degrees outside and a warm breeze is playing with my windchimes just outside my window.&nbsp; At first, it sounded like it was raining, but I soon realized it is the melting of snow on the roof.&nbsp; A few days of this would melt most of the snow in short order.<br /><br /> Sally spent the night with us last night and she is bouncing off walls this morning.&nbsp; Gosh, to be 7 years old again!&nbsp; On second thought, no thank you! LOL. She came waltzing in with her footed pajamas, her long, blonde, Hannah Montana wig, and a tiara.&nbsp; She really wants to play with her moon sand.&nbsp; I have already put a curse on her father for sending it to our house.&nbsp; I need to tidy up the kitchen from last night's pizza party, so I will let her play with it then.<br /><br /> I hope everyone enjoys this day.<br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

