Rhymes With Fuchsia

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

After the Loon Is Gone

6 Comments:

  • ...you wait for it to pop up someplace relatively near?

    By Blogger knitnzu, at 6:35 PM  

  • The lake looks so peaceful and wonderful.

    By Blogger Margene, at 6:49 PM  

  • Reminds me of a song :)

    By Blogger Carol, at 9:58 PM  

  • What? Your mother-in-law fell in the lake, did she?
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    [Sorry, I really couldn't resist that one. I don't even know if you have one, and if she'd actually walk out on that pier...]

    By Anonymous Dave Daniels, at 8:55 AM  

  • Love your titles. I remember when we changed a certain plaid from a 2/2 cavalry twill to a tabby weave. One of the other weavers asked what was the difference between my previous swatch and the current one. I told her, "The twill is gone."

    By Blogger Roxie, at 10:05 AM  

  • Aw, I love loons! I don't see them around here much, but Maine (and even Portsmouth) is lousy with 'em.

    You're back now, yes?...

    By Anonymous Beth S., at 11:05 AM  

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