<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479</id><updated>2012-03-05T09:50:46.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rela's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-1359241156089548988</id><published>2012-03-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T20:57:20.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Green</title><summary type='text'>

GREEN -  The color of life -                                                 a symbol of hope and fertility,                                        the color of inexperience and youth,                                        of jealousy and sickness- 
                                                   the best and the worst of life- 
 ........from the Old English word 'growan'-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1359241156089548988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=1359241156089548988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/1359241156089548988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/1359241156089548988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/03/living-green.html' title='Living Green'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlDj8FKQYXI/T0L6ZkxXVJI/AAAAAAAAC54/KcIOsuVc7g0/s72-c/lettuce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-816789582095727839</id><published>2012-02-14T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:14:29.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Pink</title><summary type='text'>
La Vie en Rose


Even Mother Nature is Thinking Pink in time for Valentine's Day-
                                                                      at least here in Northern California.

Seeing life through rose-colored glasses ( la vie en rose) is not such a bad way of viewing things-
positive and upbeat...
I need to get me a pair of those!

EDITH PIAF 1915-1963

 La Vie en Rose,  the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/816789582095727839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=816789582095727839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/816789582095727839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/816789582095727839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/think-pink.html' title='Think Pink'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRkMH9PyEko/TzgYp4HrDiI/AAAAAAAAC1I/h36PoLcR1jg/s72-c/pink+blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-874557935781139102</id><published>2012-02-08T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:51:18.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING AROUND</title><summary type='text'>

Sweet dreams... 


The shadows are long by the time we pull in between the stone entrance pillars of Twin Farms, in Barnard,  Vermont.The plowed road winds  through the bare birches....
 ...past an old  barn
                                                             ...and a stone cottage where icicles hanging from the eves indicate the frigid temperature outdoors
... to the Main House, once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/874557935781139102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=874557935781139102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/874557935781139102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/874557935781139102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleeping-around.html' title='SLEEPING AROUND'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEiegV1iJsk/TyC7PozIC7I/AAAAAAAACsc/dhuZBzAmF_M/s72-c/snowy+rod+to+twin+farms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-7905197862880488023</id><published>2012-01-15T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:02:25.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The F word</title><summary type='text'>
Food for Thought


Just outside the jewel Italian city of canals is the fabulous and untouristed region of the Veneto.

Asolo is a perfect medieval hilltop town in the Veneto.
It's spectacular and quiet except on the second Sunday of
every month when a fabulous antique market is held in the square.
Charming hotels and authentic restaurants make this a must visit



JULIET'S  BALCONY
Romeo Romeo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7905197862880488023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=7905197862880488023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/7905197862880488023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/7905197862880488023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/f-word.html' title='The F word'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9C-_hVBjmF4/TxH8MTfdaZI/AAAAAAAACe8/jgPYMVyJxbA/s72-c/venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-5925193394294692660</id><published>2012-01-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:29:31.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Small World ...</title><summary type='text'>History Repeats Itself...


At the southern most tip of Africa, where the Atlantic and Indian oceans crash into each other, the Dutch East India company established a trading colony in the mid 17th century .                                             

Cape of Good Hope




Founded in 1679 by the Governor of Cape Colony-Stellenbosch-
 is in the heart of what is now known as The Winelands
Simon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5925193394294692660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=5925193394294692660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/5925193394294692660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/5925193394294692660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World ...'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDtz9qkmWfU/Ttv429-2J8I/AAAAAAAACBY/LYUajnBo1O4/s72-c/cape+of+good+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-3882666639340073413</id><published>2011-12-31T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:53:23.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN TURN TURN</title><summary type='text'>For every season there is a purpose ...

A mist hangs over the hills shrouding the trees in a veil of invisibility.



How grey is my valley...




A lonely leaf hangs tenaciously on  bare vines


...a  pile of oak leaves will soon crumble to dust and return to the earth



and dry thistles will be mowed down



rusted smudge pots waiting ...
to be put to frost prevention service among the tender</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3882666639340073413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=3882666639340073413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/3882666639340073413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/3882666639340073413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/turn-turn-turn.html' title='TURN TURN TURN'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pz4QYjTKsqw/Tv3-0Rv4W3I/AAAAAAAACX4/ITAseHZTiGw/s72-c/clods+with+vines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-7370540117263577821</id><published>2011-12-25T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:57:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming full circle</title><summary type='text'>It's a wrap.....

It seems that one of my  readers was highly offended by my last journal entry about gifting. I can only imagine that they looked at the pictures of all the outrageously extravagant gifts and did not bother to read the words which were very obviouly facetious . 

Those of you who did read through and past  the photographs hopefully could tell that it was written tongue in cheek.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7370540117263577821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=7370540117263577821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/7370540117263577821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/7370540117263577821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-full-circle.html' title='Coming full circle'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F1sTiSXf-U/TvLPji4PEQI/AAAAAAAACUE/WRaURsdyZSU/s72-c/summer+hill+painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-6950675438657323048</id><published>2011-12-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:15:47.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap it up !</title><summary type='text'>How many catalogs have you already tossed this season?


Hopefully they were printed on recycled paper or I cringe to think how many forests are decimated each year.  The bulge of my mailbox is enough to turn almost anyone into a "tree hugger."

The Nieman Marcus Christmas Book 2011 deserves a quick glance to see what the frivolously unimaginative rich can purchase on a whim.


A motor boat for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6950675438657323048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=6950675438657323048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/6950675438657323048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/6950675438657323048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrap-it-up.html' title='Wrap it up !'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgwFL0AorUo/TtRVJIFDIuI/AAAAAAAABzE/pVumzl08QnQ/s72-c/catalogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-3047609722310972611</id><published>2011-11-27T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:45:43.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Chronicles</title><summary type='text'>SO...  are you sick of turkey yet ?


A NORMAN ROCKWELL THANKSGIVING
Thanksgiving has been an established tradition in the United States since President Lincoln proclaimed it a national holiday at the end of the Civil War .
It's a good time to think about how much we have to be grateful for.  Remember  heroes past and present who have made it possible for us to live in freedom in this glorious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3047609722310972611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4243862099405796479&amp;postID=3047609722310972611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/3047609722310972611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/3047609722310972611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/chicken-chronicles.html' title='The Chicken Chronicles'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMGvBfejOJc/TstS_2Fg0FI/AAAAAAAABlw/uEtTqVPlKSs/s72-c/norman+rockwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243862099405796479.post-369142646717905813</id><published>2011-11-08T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:12:07.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Africa</title><summary type='text'>“I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Nagong Hills...”  Isak Dinesen (aka Karen Blixen). Can you almost hear Meryl Streep ?
Last April Don and I celebrated a milestone birthday with a trip to South Africa and Botswana.  In anticipation we watched OUT OF AFRICA and WHITE MISCHIEF   again and read a few books to get into safari mode.  Though Kenya was  not  a part of our itinerary,  it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/369142646717905813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243862099405796479/posts/default/369142646717905813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-of-africa_08.html' title='Out of Africa'/><author><name>Rela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044546278048443721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtGditz0Jzs/Trba3gI4sLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Uw4zX8NxL6s/s220/Rela%2Bcloseup.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkazNwtXWv8/TrjKq5cKgsI/AAAAAAAABC4/ctYDi-qsMxc/s72-c/BLIXENKEPER.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
