tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post274916077788301995..comments2024-03-16T06:48:16.399-07:00Comments on Yesteryear Embroideries: Yesteryear Embroiderieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15811251599118118561noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-73424150785918350332016-05-13T09:40:45.058-07:002016-05-13T09:40:45.058-07:00Just lovely, Kathleen!Just lovely, Kathleen!A Colorful Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06890388727784255219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-74521555110953095782016-04-22T10:13:53.664-07:002016-04-22T10:13:53.664-07:00I love the look of those aprons hanging in the sun...I love the look of those aprons hanging in the sunshine, so pretty!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10872993421541750625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-86490271856206166192016-04-19T13:40:46.411-07:002016-04-19T13:40:46.411-07:00Ahhh, the days of laundry hanging on the line, bre...Ahhh, the days of laundry hanging on the line, breeze blowing. I couldn't wait to go to bed on the sheets from the line! I have a apron pattern from the 1940's and made one. I use it every year when I can my veggies. Times change, days go by. Change. Darn.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05032170816461645545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-85728917753083321932016-04-18T10:02:57.967-07:002016-04-18T10:02:57.967-07:00Such a wonderful poem! And the aprons! oh how spe...Such a wonderful poem! And the aprons! oh how special they are! Thanks for sharing.<br />I feel for Carol; time does march on but the beat isn't always pleasant is it.lil red henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-48037808045692150712016-04-18T04:16:05.870-07:002016-04-18T04:16:05.870-07:00Yes, indeed! Give me the country. Have a wonderf...Yes, indeed! Give me the country. Have a wonderful week.Tammy@T's Daily Treasureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01474928708908027789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-67790614819278965872016-04-18T03:55:49.579-07:002016-04-18T03:55:49.579-07:0040 years ago I lived in the country. I went outsid...40 years ago I lived in the country. I went outside at night to enjoy the wonderful sky and hear the crickets and frogs on a summer night. They built subdivisions near by. Then another. Then on the land behind the houses across the street. Then came Walmart 1 mile away and the small quiet connecting high way at the end of our road became a busy road. My silent night changed to diesel engines, motorcycles, booming exhaust systems and radios drowning out Nature's Song. I can barely see the stars in a light lit sky. Moving farther out in our older age and difficulty in travel is not an option. Time marches on.<br />xx, CarolCarol- Beads and Birdshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11062821517519300477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-11964902672864936552016-04-18T02:17:01.800-07:002016-04-18T02:17:01.800-07:00Country life is hard but it's heaven on earth....Country life is hard but it's heaven on earth.letslearnembroideryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15659079700377261527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268529800904221520.post-73828033701293706082016-04-18T01:53:14.152-07:002016-04-18T01:53:14.152-07:00The aprons hanging on the line are a real delight,...The aprons hanging on the line are a real delight, a feast for the eyes and a beautiful poem too.mamasmercantilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14011278973985658118noreply@blogger.com