Welcome to life on a farm in the Yorkshire Dales.
Our village church
Blogger seems to have gone bonkers. I know of at least two people who have lost their entire blogs in the last week or so.
I can't remember what I said now Pat, but do know how much I enjoyed your reading and thought the poem was wonderful. I shall regard thistles with more respect from now on!
I can't find the poem on which I might comment but I agree strange things are happening in the blogosphere ever since they offered the opportunity to play around with templates. I'm not touching mine.It reminds me of the way they keep moving things around in the supermarket. You think you know where to find the eggs, only to find they've moved as has the dairy case and the beans. I think it's in a bid to make you walk further afield and maybe thereby you will buy more.
I think the implementation of their new design features has caused some glitches. Probably a temporary issue.
A mighty poem from a mighty woman. Thistles may be maligned, until their beautiful bloom (or a good prick) silences all derision.
Thank you for the comments.
my blogger problem is it has stopped showing Blogs I Follow. Very nice for trying to keep up with people!Is the poem meant to be chopped in the middle (I kind of like the effect, but I'd hate to be missing out), or is that too a Blogger glitch? (and I can't find the sound version at all).
Well I just have to agree with all the other 'fans' Weaver. Lovely to hear your voice indeed. Somehow it wasn't what I expected! A super poem, the cheeky thistle grows all over our lawns. I dig them out or up they pop again!
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