tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050262466308751436.post7525150925662392624..comments2023-07-12T08:57:11.130-07:00Comments on katilda.com: something splendid this way comes.katildahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17794183122186770465noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050262466308751436.post-19667868005104562712008-09-22T18:32:00.000-07:002008-09-22T18:32:00.000-07:00Hey hon! I'm glad I found you on here! Your blog ...Hey hon! I'm glad I found you on here! Your blog is way cute!!Sherri Romneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09200001950639336348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050262466308751436.post-34322952816937871122008-09-21T00:05:00.000-07:002008-09-21T00:05:00.000-07:00Beautiful. What is that even like? It's still some...Beautiful. <BR/>What is that even like? It's still something like 100 degrees here.<BR/>You are such a talented writer , I loved that. Write a book :)Mrs. Allens Classhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10838232505440106218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050262466308751436.post-70932570578620662442008-09-20T07:27:00.000-07:002008-09-20T07:27:00.000-07:00a shrubbery you say?yes, and make it a nice one......a shrubbery you say?<BR/><BR/>yes, and make it a nice one... one that's fiery red and smatters some type of hill top.<BR/><BR/>Neeih!Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06553843902476374770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050262466308751436.post-37399493011605144042008-09-19T20:13:00.000-07:002008-09-19T20:13:00.000-07:00You describe the things my dreams are made of. OH,...You describe the things my dreams are made of. OH, to be in the autumn of Utah! I have never experienced it...and the spring and summer absolutely left me madly in love, so I can only imagine...and Autumn is my favorite in every sense of the word...hmmm...think JC's up for being left alone with the chillun' for a spur of the moment weekend trip Mandy takes to Provo to visit Katie? <BR/>The tree writings...oh, how you continue to teach me. I think that, at heart, you are the older sister and I am the younger. Actually, I think Andrew is older than me too, in spirit...well, anyway, that leaves me the middle child which explains a lot.<BR/>What you said about not just gripping the fruit angrily, wanting to chuck it at a mocking something-or-other SO struck me. Haha, unknowingly, you smacked me with some fruit with that analogy...anyway...time for me to sit and ponder on the epiphany you have given me...<BR/>and (sigh) wonder what it would be like to be swirled up deliciously in a gust of rainbow leaves...The Ballard Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357403451288678876noreply@blogger.com