<?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-32017430</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:00:58.603-10:00</updated><title type='text'>FlowersHome</title><subtitle type='html'>Watching flowers grow is good for my soul.It help me believe in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-116213558737290942</id><published>2006-10-29T04:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:17:00.283-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me happiest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I'm interviewed these days,the questions invariably end up with a polite enquiry about what I am proposing to do next."Gardening"I reply, to expressions of polite disbelief.I shall be doing what makes me happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-116213558737290942?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/116213558737290942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=116213558737290942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116213558737290942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116213558737290942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-makes-me-happiest.html' title='What makes me happiest!!!'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-116213372392484731</id><published>2006-10-29T04:43:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:12:37.360-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden's Character.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/cover07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/cover07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardens are not like exhibits in the museum,sealed in glass cases and impervious to passing time.It is the presiding gardener that determines a garden's character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-116213372392484731?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/116213372392484731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=116213372392484731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116213372392484731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116213372392484731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/10/gardens-character.html' title='A Garden&apos;s Character.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-116135140595855328</id><published>2006-10-20T03:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T03:36:46.010-10:00</updated><title type='text'>That's for thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/IMG_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/IMG_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/IMG_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. In the older years of life,is a matter of choice-my choice for myself.If I ever need a helping hand,I'll find one at the end of my arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-116135140595855328?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/116135140595855328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=116135140595855328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116135140595855328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116135140595855328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-for-thoughts.html' title='That&apos;s for thoughts.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-116093969522730984</id><published>2006-10-15T09:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:14:55.233-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature is painting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/IMG_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/IMG_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day,nature is painting for us.We ,only have eyes to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-116093969522730984?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/116093969522730984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=116093969522730984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116093969522730984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116093969522730984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/10/nature-is-painting.html' title='Nature is painting.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-116023812000139505</id><published>2006-10-07T05:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:22:00.053-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all to do again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through Bourton on the River, the beautiful village in Cotswold,England.I saw a gardener.She asked me "Are you a gardener too?" I smiled."Yes I am."&lt;br /&gt;I a gardener standed and surveied a day's work.The edging crisp, the flopping plants invisibly staked.The roses deaded-headed,the vine cut back.And we ,two gardener smiled.And knows next week it's all to do again.Our job ,that's a happy ending,as ending go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-116023812000139505?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/116023812000139505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=116023812000139505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116023812000139505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/116023812000139505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-all-to-do-again.html' title='It&apos;s all to do again.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115824887045595122</id><published>2006-09-14T04:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:47:50.523-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty that still remain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am always amazed at the truly beautiful morning,with the sheer variety of form and colour in flowers to be seen.At that moment I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115824887045595122?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115824887045595122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115824887045595122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115824887045595122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115824887045595122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/beauty-that-still-remain.html' title='The beauty that still remain'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115798503277456151</id><published>2006-09-11T03:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:30:32.843-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img19.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,experimenting with growing rose is often an occasion I associate with a nightmare from hell.But I do believe in Winston Churchill 's words&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going through hell,keep going....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115798503277456151?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115798503277456151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115798503277456151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115798503277456151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115798503277456151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/keep-going.html' title='Keep going'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115791269504467716</id><published>2006-09-10T08:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:24:55.053-10:00</updated><title type='text'>True beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this flower is blooming in my garden.I'm so impressed in blue colour.Pa-Yut-Mok is  Thai name but common name is Cape leadwort.We all trend to focus on one appearence,looking good is about the latest trend.We all forget that...true beauty must come,must be grown,from within.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115791269504467716?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115791269504467716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115791269504467716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115791269504467716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115791269504467716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-beauty.html' title='True beauty'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115791136783683305</id><published>2006-09-10T07:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:02:47.843-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ask why I make my home in the moutain forest,and I smile,and am silent,and even my soul remains quiet;it lives in the other world which no one owns.The flower trees blossom.The water flows.The sunshine dance through a meadow.I may grow firmer,simpler-quieter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115791136783683305?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115791136783683305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115791136783683305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115791136783683305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115791136783683305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115790721022143121</id><published>2006-09-10T06:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:45:23.136-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Even small subtle changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img14.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spending time on my garden appearance is good for me.Others see me as confident,capable and fun to be with because I dare to change my garden everyday,even small subtle changes can have a powerful impact and help others to see garden in a new light.This new plant in my garden named cat-tail.When I plant it,my neighbor's cat still sits on the fence.I don't.A lot of us,are a little bit lazy.But you have to move.Staying in one spot,whether it's in a job or a relationship,many feel comfortable,but it will never broadren your horizons.When I think about it,sitting on a fence isn't that comfortable -unless I'm a cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115790721022143121?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115790721022143121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115790721022143121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115790721022143121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115790721022143121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/even-small-subtle-changes.html' title='Even small subtle changes'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115790432525976074</id><published>2006-09-10T05:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:05:25.773-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Best-simple growing plants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I started growing cut flowers.I selected the best-simple growing plants that is Philippine violet  or Chinese violet; Coromandel; Ganges primrose .But in Thai their name is An-Grap.I don't know what it's mean ,it does not matter at all .I don't want to know the meaning.I just want to know how usefull these flowers are.I grow many colour An-Grab.I love the wonderfully colour.It felt good to have lots of them in my garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115790432525976074?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115790432525976074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115790432525976074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115790432525976074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115790432525976074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-simple-growing-plants.html' title='Best-simple growing plants'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115548079576216816</id><published>2006-08-13T03:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T05:08:31.440-10:00</updated><title type='text'>White Lily in Japan Forest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week,I'm still exploring Japan’s , its scenic east coast, witness Japan’s intriguing contrasts from the ultramodern in Yogohama to the traditional in Sendai. Discover the sea, serene gardens, temples, and shrines and the traditions that surround them—and to the secrets of this fascinating culture.Japan is one of the most forested countries in the world, with 67 percent of its land area covered by forests.I saw LILY, WHITE in the forest during my trip.Japanese name is YURI.The white lily mean purity, modesty, virginity, and it's heavenly to be with you. The white lily is linked to Juno, the queen of the gods in Roman mythology, by the story that while nursing her son Hercules, some excess milk fell from the sky creating the group of stars -call the Milky Way, and lilies were created from what milk fell to the earth. The Easter lily is also known as the symbol of the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;This white lily alone in the forest make me feel their self-confidence.It is humble ,for it has nothing to defend or to prove to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115548079576216816?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115548079576216816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115548079576216816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115548079576216816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115548079576216816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/08/white-lily-in-japan-forest.html' title='White Lily in Japan Forest.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115454278210238798</id><published>2006-08-02T07:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:19:42.110-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret garden of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/img8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The secret garden  of my soul.This is where all that  my love is blooming.This,too,is where my sorrow has been planted...and unresolved problems grow like tangled vines.I told myself,be brave enough and willing to go alone into the garden.This garden is awaiting me,plant the seeds of new hopes and dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115454278210238798?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115454278210238798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115454278210238798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115454278210238798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115454278210238798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/08/secret-garden-of-mine.html' title='The secret garden of mine.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115448433869043450</id><published>2006-08-01T15:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:10:01.246-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;During my quiet time each day.It gives me the opportunity to digest what I experience.At last I found that there is great happiness in not wanting,in not being something,in not going somewhere.But I could not do that.I still tour around to pick flowers everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115448433869043450?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115448433869043450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115448433869043450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115448433869043450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115448433869043450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet time.'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32017430.post-115445864373665657</id><published>2006-08-01T08:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:37:02.520-10:00</updated><title type='text'>In my garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I am alone the flowers are really seen:I can pay attention to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32017430-115445864373665657?l=flowershome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/feeds/115445864373665657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32017430&amp;postID=115445864373665657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115445864373665657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32017430/posts/default/115445864373665657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowershome.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-my-garden.html' title='In my garden'/><author><name>Lugkana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233072046585570516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/3491/1600/img13.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
