Welcome home. Love the new header. You captured that whole scene beautifully. The rest of the pictures are so colorful. I can't wait to see more. I remembered reading your Thanksgiving recipes from a few years ago in your archives. I am borrowing the Cranberry Chutney recipe for Thanksgiving. We are breaking tradition and doing a Native American feast with some Pacific Northwest favorites added to the menu.
Mrs. Roosevelt! Happy! It's Thanksgiving you say? No kidding. :) Mr. Roosevelt has been named for an honor he's yet to receive. That's right. It all has to do with knowing that there's more than one way to Troy. Heck. We haven't even talked about Troy, Idaho!
Hi Cheechako. Beautiful visuals. They speak volumes, but I hope for a bit of elaboration (hint-hint). And thanks again for the prayer...I'd love to ask, but I'll let it stay 'tween you and Rumi. I know it's good. Thanks.
Homer, I prayed for LOVE. Mevlana was delighted, of course. And glad I brought up your name. I'm experiencing a block that I get when I have taken thousands of pictures. I will try to lay out my thoughts on Konya, which was exquisitely beautiful and complex.
Pomegranates iconic in Turkey, Carla. The harvest was done by the time I arrived in Turkey so I only got a few stragglers on disc--but the pomegranates are everywhere in the art. Love them, love them, love them.
Mel, there were big pitchers of ice cold pomegranate juice at breakfast every morning. It's laced with beta carotene. Got really used to a daily hit of pom juice; here the poms grow in California. My mother used to get us each a pomegranate for Thanksgiving. We loved it. I got my kids pomegranates as a Thanksgiving treat, too, but they were luke warm. They never took to the pom treat much.
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Welcome home. Love the new header. You captured that whole scene beautifully. The rest of the pictures are so colorful. I can't wait to see more. I remembered reading your Thanksgiving recipes from a few years ago in your archives. I am borrowing the Cranberry Chutney recipe for Thanksgiving. We are breaking tradition and doing a Native American feast with some Pacific Northwest favorites added to the menu.
Mrs. Roosevelt! Happy! It's Thanksgiving you say? No kidding. :) Mr. Roosevelt has been named for an honor he's yet to receive. That's right. It all has to do with knowing that there's more than one way to Troy. Heck. We haven't even talked about Troy, Idaho!
Hi Cheechako. Beautiful visuals. They speak volumes, but I hope for a bit of elaboration (hint-hint). And thanks again for the prayer...I'd love to ask, but I'll let it stay 'tween you and Rumi. I know it's good. Thanks.
Homer, I prayed for LOVE. Mevlana was delighted, of course. And glad I brought up your name. I'm experiencing a block that I get when I have taken thousands of pictures. I will try to lay out my thoughts on Konya, which was exquisitely beautiful and complex.
I would of been in pomegranite heaven lol great photos...
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I love the pomegranates. Such warmth in the colour. But of course they are all beautiful.
Pomegranates iconic in Turkey, Carla. The harvest was done by the time I arrived in Turkey so I only got a few stragglers on disc--but the pomegranates are everywhere in the art. Love them, love them, love them.
Mel, there were big pitchers of ice cold pomegranate juice at breakfast every morning. It's laced with beta carotene. Got really used to a daily hit of pom juice; here the poms grow in California. My mother used to get us each a pomegranate for Thanksgiving. We loved it. I got my kids pomegranates as a Thanksgiving treat, too, but they were luke warm. They never took to the pom treat much.
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