tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post3484912804445221659..comments2023-11-03T03:53:31.447-05:00Comments on At The Farm...: Of LifeGailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-74231545057024337542015-10-23T23:20:18.080-05:002015-10-23T23:20:18.080-05:00Think on what is good and noble and remember each ...Think on what is good and noble and remember each day of life is a "gift." Hugs Idahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14587867197850064349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-80455542996374368302015-10-21T07:48:31.592-05:002015-10-21T07:48:31.592-05:00Very poignant this morning. We must live each day ...Very poignant this morning. We must live each day to the fullest.Linda Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237332954767037400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-1303734240434471362015-10-20T23:44:03.582-05:002015-10-20T23:44:03.582-05:00I do believe if we were staring death in the face ...I do believe if we were staring death in the face we would find that all of those task that seemed so meaningless suddenly seem like a gift!camp and cottage livinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09493023859271366201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-27673596496280527452015-10-20T21:33:44.981-05:002015-10-20T21:33:44.981-05:00Serious . . . provoking . . .Serious . . . provoking . . .Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08723721131329150461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-86633486815051134582015-10-20T19:47:10.865-05:002015-10-20T19:47:10.865-05:00We have turkey buzzards here, too. I have mistaken...We have turkey buzzards here, too. I have mistaken them, at a distance, for wild turkey's; which we have here, also.<br />Nicely done, Gail. :-)LindaGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12203719919661519350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-65241151768514144152015-10-20T19:29:24.643-05:002015-10-20T19:29:24.643-05:00Life can be colorless at odd times. But if only on...Life can be colorless at odd times. But if only one can live the good dreams it will certainly compensate and make living livelier!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-76857956327147563462015-10-20T17:09:29.249-05:002015-10-20T17:09:29.249-05:00Sounds like depression to me! Paradoxically, peopl...Sounds like depression to me! Paradoxically, people can sometimes paint and write their way out of it.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-3461373271448427692015-10-20T15:51:28.072-05:002015-10-20T15:51:28.072-05:00Where I am right now. It feels empty but I keep te...Where I am right now. It feels empty but I keep telling myself it isn't and hope to wait it out. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-10261281222941668022015-10-20T15:44:10.015-05:002015-10-20T15:44:10.015-05:00Oh there are those moments every now and again, th...Oh there are those moments every now and again, that filter in, but truly it's washed away by each new morn and the amazing sound of a dog barking, and nature waking, and yes the dishwater roaring how pleasant it feels to be washing away all the dirt! Can you tell I'm in one of those strange moods?! I refuse to let things get me down. Hehehe...says I who so often forgets to follow my own words.21 Witshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00071361755673253230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-71530804827974787602015-10-20T13:20:41.680-05:002015-10-20T13:20:41.680-05:00I think we need to fill life with what with we can...I think we need to fill life with what with we can... if it's a little grey, maybe it will look different when the sun is up... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-14101237845439700662015-10-20T12:03:57.691-05:002015-10-20T12:03:57.691-05:00What was it that James Taylor sang in that song - ...What was it that James Taylor sang in that song - 'every now and then the things I used to lean on lose their meaning' I always think of that song when I feel like that. Your words capture that emptiness perfectly.<br />Lynne xSketching with Dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270151161020999871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-53217543606490841682015-10-20T11:33:56.325-05:002015-10-20T11:33:56.325-05:00so thought provoking...but i refuse to believe thi...so thought provoking...but i refuse to believe this is not a life well lived. even in its ordinary moments, that it is extraordinary!!!!Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16823369215793154260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-57701038150689571852015-10-20T11:31:16.912-05:002015-10-20T11:31:16.912-05:00I guess life can only be lived to the best of any ...I guess life can only be lived to the best of any individual's ability and self-expression, whatever form it takes, is an essential part of that.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645454613980668198.post-52719383058177791582015-10-20T09:56:09.652-05:002015-10-20T09:56:09.652-05:00The sense of emptiness when everything seems to ha...The sense of emptiness when everything seems to have no meaning....hopefully it will pass. 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