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	<title>Comments on: A Trip to the Greenhouse</title>
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		<title>By: Susan Stevenson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan Stevenson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 18:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a sweet story, Susan. I can certainly understand how remembering tugs at your heart. I have found that a trip to the greenhouse in early spring is exactly what I need to shake me from the winter doldrums and get me ready for the newness of spring. I look forward to transplanting some flowers and tomato plants we bought the other day. I love color. 

Taking your grandmother to the greenhouse had to be a perfect way to spend an afternoon. How can anyone feel down or sad when surrounded by such colors, textures, and aroma?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a sweet story, Susan. I can certainly understand how remembering tugs at your heart. I have found that a trip to the greenhouse in early spring is exactly what I need to shake me from the winter doldrums and get me ready for the newness of spring. I look forward to transplanting some flowers and tomato plants we bought the other day. I love color. </p>
<p>Taking your grandmother to the greenhouse had to be a perfect way to spend an afternoon. How can anyone feel down or sad when surrounded by such colors, textures, and aroma?</p>
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		<title>By: Susan Stevenson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan Stevenson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 18:09:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you John and Shirley. It is so nice to hear from you. The ice going out was truly an amazing event. I'm sorry I missed it this year, but I'm glad a couple of my friends had their video cameras ready and could catch it. 

Take care!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you John and Shirley. It is so nice to hear from you. The ice going out was truly an amazing event. I&#8217;m sorry I missed it this year, but I&#8217;m glad a couple of my friends had their video cameras ready and could catch it. </p>
<p>Take care!</p>
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		<title>By: Another Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Another Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 05:47:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Reading about your greenhouse visit and taking it all in brought tears to my eyes. About 15 years ago I took my Grandmother out for a ride on a beautiful Spring day. We ended up at a local garden/ greenhouse and I decided to get her out of the car (took a bit of effort for her) and walk her around the greenhouse to see the beautiful colors.

When we got back to the car she turned to me with such appreciation thanking me over and over for letting her see all the beauty. It was a simple day, but she was so grateful. It was one of the last times I saw her before she died.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reading about your greenhouse visit and taking it all in brought tears to my eyes. About 15 years ago I took my Grandmother out for a ride on a beautiful Spring day. We ended up at a local garden/ greenhouse and I decided to get her out of the car (took a bit of effort for her) and walk her around the greenhouse to see the beautiful colors.</p>
<p>When we got back to the car she turned to me with such appreciation thanking me over and over for letting her see all the beauty. It was a simple day, but she was so grateful. It was one of the last times I saw her before she died.</p>
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