tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121603511883500424.post5830290212275940570..comments2024-02-10T01:13:51.619-07:00Comments on a dash of parsley: RomanticAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703109017442525870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121603511883500424.post-5818614801380328512017-07-22T06:17:23.133-06:002017-07-22T06:17:23.133-06:00I always dream of having such place to spend hours...I always dream of having such place to spend hours, you are lucky that you have it. Can you please share pictures of this place for us? Thanks for this postJackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10147590439884797469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121603511883500424.post-15184602491802087352009-05-06T09:22:00.000-06:002009-05-06T09:22:00.000-06:00ahhh. Anne of Green Gables...that book was such sw...ahhh. Anne of Green Gables...that book was such sweet escape! So grown up means no dreamland? man! I guess practicality is what keeps our current world of kids and schedules sane. I try to escape every chance I can! But that happens mostly when kids aren't around.<br />Can't say I envy you with the car ride issue... however, the best investment we made for car trips? personal DVD players!Marcia Alversonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01693011595235867740noreply@blogger.com