tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post8854287900440528809..comments2024-03-27T09:33:37.646+01:00Comments on Omnium: Once againSean Jeatinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978285783271305489noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-12323040430548485032014-05-22T01:37:58.281+02:002014-05-22T01:37:58.281+02:00Yes, they are.
The older I get the more I do like ...Yes, they are.<br />The older I get the more I do like them.Sean Jeatinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08978285783271305489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-64148990670708206262014-05-22T01:37:17.355+02:002014-05-22T01:37:17.355+02:00Seems it's time for another bouquet, hm?
Watch...Seems it's time for another bouquet, hm?<br />Watch the space Claude. :)Sean Jeatinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08978285783271305489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-60254921231799589142014-05-22T01:35:11.726+02:002014-05-22T01:35:11.726+02:00:)
Uff. There could many little arms filled with ...:) <br />Uff. There could many little arms filled with white flowers leave Seanhenge. Sean Jeatinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08978285783271305489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-48498204686855138952014-05-20T00:11:17.841+02:002014-05-20T00:11:17.841+02:00They are so delightful :-)They are so delightful :-)CherryPiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788084724907992076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-62394637250364349712014-05-19T05:39:51.024+02:002014-05-19T05:39:51.024+02:00My favourite flowers. The first bouquet I receive...My favourite flowers. The first bouquet I received, at the age of 6, from a neighbour's 8-year-old son.Claudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06775039539331403794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5507673653895812509.post-10618535452394461512014-05-19T03:02:07.920+02:002014-05-19T03:02:07.920+02:00Once, long ago, I had a house with a garden I'...Once, long ago, I had a house with a garden I'd planted with marguerites. One day on my way home I saw three very small neighborhood children walking along the sidewalk with their little arms filled with white flowers. susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16747450215034568033noreply@blogger.com