var imgWindow = ""; function openPopup(img, width, height) { if (img && width && height) { width = Math.min(width + 36, 640); height = Math.min(height + 30, 480); if (imgWindow.location && !imgWindow.closed) imgWindow.close(); imgWindow = window.open(img, "imgWindow" + width + height, "toolbar=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes,width=" + width + ",height=" + height); // imgWindow.focus(); } } // -->
Saturday, 13. September 2008
Indian Summer
Kate
00:02h
This must be that fabled rare season, because what a gorgeous day. Warm wind from the southwest. I wanted to be out walking but waited for Everett to get off the bus at four o'clock so we could stroll together with the hounds over to Golden Grain Farm, which is a couple miles by the time we're home again. The geese are flocking and flying and honking against the sky, the swathers and combines are in the fields, and the hay bales above wait to be picked up and hauled to the farmyard for this winter's feed.
|
online for 8187 Days
last updated: 5/11/14, 8:03 PM Youre not logged in ... Login
... home
... topics ...new readers start here ...email me ... Home
... Tags
... Galleries
... antville home
Intuitive Counselling through Tarot
I've been a tarot card reader since 1984. The cards tell...
by Kate (5/11/14, 8:03 PM)
Why Anaïs Nin? I'm no
Anaïs Nin, but she indulged in writing her diaries till...
by Kate (5/11/14, 7:53 PM)
Grandpa's Shop
Loverboy and I are supposed to reshingle Grandpa’s shop, where he kept all...
by Kate (5/11/14, 7:51 PM)
What's My Story?
I live on a farm in Saskatchewan, Canada with my sweetheart. Between...
by Kate (2/4/14, 12:33 AM)
|