tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775344463744716507.post7431545484635957015..comments2023-03-30T06:47:26.746-07:00Comments on Gawdess's Viewfinder 365: light on the rowan berriesGawdesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646113157120724047noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775344463744716507.post-46214284847357411202008-11-17T09:17:00.000-08:002008-11-17T09:17:00.000-08:00love what looks like a kaleidscopic bacground her...love what looks like a kaleidscopic bacground here...Chica, Cienna, and Calihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06075584587849773235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775344463744716507.post-35057740136307158752008-11-16T20:43:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:43:00.000-08:00I'm still not used to seeing the name Rowan for th...I'm still not used to seeing the name Rowan for those. I'm used to either Mountain Ash or the Polish name for it. I think it's spelled jazembina, with a dot over the z, but I'm not sure. The j has a y sound, but I don't know how I'd describe how the z is supposed to be pronounced. When I was a kid, my mother used to sing a Polish love song that, in English, would be Red Mountain Ash. It was years before I heard the recorded version. I couldn't believe how much better it sounded - when my mother sang it! *L* <BR/><BR/>I still think of that song and my mother singing it, every time I see a Red Mountain Ash.Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01578914430461497502noreply@blogger.com