Comments on: Cherie’s Place – Thought for the Week http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/ Random thoughts and photos of my journey through life… Thu, 27 Aug 2026 21:33:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: CherryPie http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44643 CherryPie Wed, 11 May 2016 20:25:10 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44643 Thank you :-) It was a very pretty sight :-) Thank you :-) It was a very pretty sight :-)

]]> By: ....peter:) http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44640 ....peter:) Wed, 11 May 2016 18:35:31 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44640 i love the hint of pink in the sky and the very thin slice of moon Cherie... it's a great one....peter:) i love the hint of pink in the sky and the very thin slice of moon Cherie… it’s a great one….peter:)

]]> By: CherryPie http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44636 CherryPie Tue, 10 May 2016 22:10:04 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44636 To acknowledge that no have no vision means that... you do have vision ;-) To acknowledge that no have no vision means that… you do have vision ;-)

]]> By: Alan http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44632 Alan Tue, 10 May 2016 20:19:55 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44632 A lovely thought. I have sight - but no vision. A lovely thought. I have sight – but no vision.

]]> By: CherryPie http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44627 CherryPie Mon, 09 May 2016 21:06:57 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44627 And this sliver of beauty used to hide behind 'My Oak Tree'. As did so many beautiful sunsets :-) And this sliver of beauty used to hide behind ‘My Oak Tree’. As did so many beautiful sunsets :-)

]]> By: CherryPie http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44626 CherryPie Mon, 09 May 2016 21:04:29 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44626 Beautiful words, Amfortas :-) I know I would enjoy watching the ever shifting palate of paintings that you see and feel from your patio ;-) Beautiful words, Amfortas :-)

I know I would enjoy watching the ever shifting palate of paintings that you see and feel from your patio ;-)

]]> By: Ginnie http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44624 Ginnie Mon, 09 May 2016 06:18:58 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44624 Fabulous quotes for these slivers of beauty, Cherry. Fabulous quotes for these slivers of beauty, Cherry.

]]> By: Amfortas http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2016/05/08/cheries-place-thought-for-the-week-360/comment-page-1/#comment-44623 Amfortas Mon, 09 May 2016 03:20:37 +0000 http://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/?p=17069#comment-44623 An infinite number of paintings too. I sit and watch the waters from my new home, and the hills behind. The scene changes constantly, and never repeated. A shade here, a sunliit slope there, a steel-gray water in one place for a moment replaced by the deepest blue the next as the sun comes out from the ever shifting clouds. A ripple across the way and a dolphin's head pops up. The moments are all uniques. We are so used to looking for the daily repetitions of sunrise and sunset, the noon clock and the afternoon tea. We barely see the myriad unique moments. That bird on the branch may well come each day around this time but the sky is always different; the wind that flutters its feathers was not the same one yesterday and will not be tomorrows. An infinite number of paintings too. I sit and watch the waters from my new home, and the hills behind. The scene changes constantly, and never repeated. A shade here, a sunliit slope there, a steel-gray water in one place for a moment replaced by the deepest blue the next as the sun comes out from the ever shifting clouds. A ripple across the way and a dolphin’s head pops up. The moments are all uniques. We are so used to looking for the daily repetitions of sunrise and sunset, the noon clock and the afternoon tea. We barely see the myriad unique moments. That bird on the branch may well come each day around this time but the sky is always different; the wind that flutters its feathers was not the same one yesterday and will not be tomorrows.

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