tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post184294811448179441..comments2024-02-18T08:24:31.815+00:00Comments on Occasionally J: Doorways: The Secret GardenJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16307649445757209162noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-4199549703844844462009-10-08T19:08:59.367+01:002009-10-08T19:08:59.367+01:00Right, let's start again...
Tina - Thanks. I ...Right, let's start again...<br /><br />Tina - Thanks. I hadn't really analysed the photo that much as I'd been so taken with the secret garden angle so that's made me reasses it, which has been quite interesting.<br /><br />Pat - One of the first things that struck me when I came back from China was how GREEN England in, the countryside can look like it's been covered in green paint in the spring to early autumn.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307649445757209162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-15983545690061185062009-10-08T19:06:52.622+01:002009-10-08T19:06:52.622+01:00louciao - Tell me about it. I was interested in th...louciao - Tell me about it. I was interested in their book conservation course, but the fees are insane. <br /><br />Kathleen - That's a good idea. I might try it, although I fear I would lose the box.<br /><br />Tina -Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307649445757209162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-36306292220792232112009-10-08T16:49:08.975+01:002009-10-08T16:49:08.975+01:00I too loved The Secret Garden as a child. Growing...I too loved The Secret Garden as a child. Growing up in desert-like southern California, I could only imagine the lush greenery of an English garden. SoCal is dead, dry and brown most of the time.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04587300140099806425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-37304323711351511202009-10-08T11:56:29.853+01:002009-10-08T11:56:29.853+01:00Such an interesting contrast between the willow an...Such an interesting contrast between the willow and the hard little black door.Christina Fabiano™https://www.blogger.com/profile/15114614609969547804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-29888971333737432692009-10-08T04:49:49.195+01:002009-10-08T04:49:49.195+01:00I write on little pieces of paper the sorrows I mu...I write on little pieces of paper the sorrows I must release. I roll them up like little scrolls, then put them in a special box whose whereabouts only I know. I call it my god box. Once in while, I go and look at them. And I find little miracles have happened.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18372015226222285350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715297772664566868.post-76980709027600445332009-10-08T03:53:15.226+01:002009-10-08T03:53:15.226+01:00I've had fantasies about attending West Dean C...I've had fantasies about attending West Dean College to work on a Master's degree in fibre arts. However, as the cost is prohibitive, the image of a steadfastly closed door in a brick wall is appropriately symbolic for me.Lynne with an ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00320166770541319601noreply@blogger.com