tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999214.post844116277173518447..comments2023-12-25T19:42:23.838-05:00Comments on Brown Betty Brew: Morning WalkCuppahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06015697402688623317noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999214.post-82710516318321571572008-05-10T10:29:00.000-04:002008-05-10T10:29:00.000-04:00R&N's Mom - glad you stopped by for a visit. Bein...R&N's Mom - glad you stopped by for a visit. Being thankful always makes the day a bit brighter doesn't it? It's the little things that add up to mean a lot. Enjoy each one of them.Cuppahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06015697402688623317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999214.post-8945283869851517612008-05-09T23:18:00.000-04:002008-05-09T23:18:00.000-04:00Your posts always bring a smile to my face and mak...Your posts always bring a smile to my face and make me take a minute to be thankful for what I have in my life. Thank you for that!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15160810497598597231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999214.post-42074569942908465872008-05-09T09:27:00.000-04:002008-05-09T09:27:00.000-04:00Daffy - Daisy chain tiaras, something wonderful to...Daffy - Daisy chain tiaras, something wonderful to look forward to. <BR/>Your comment about the Starlngs made me think of a favorite Mary Oliver poem. It is too long to post here, so I will put it up on my blog for you. Enjoy!Cuppahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06015697402688623317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999214.post-39971037750622123942008-05-09T08:18:00.000-04:002008-05-09T08:18:00.000-04:00What a beautiful post...You have given me food for...What a beautiful post...<BR/>You have given me food for thought Cuppa! <BR/>I've just parked in a busy car filled parking lot, with lots of hussle and bussle. Just to the left of me there was a fence and about thirty Starlings. I think they were doing relays! :o) How easily these things can be missed! <BR/>.<BR/>I wonder how many droopy daisy chains you will gifted with over the years. My mum used to wear the ones from my daughter as a tiara... she couldn't take it off til the petals were going brown!<BR/>(You do give me some lovely memory triggers!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com