<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Blog-Posts on Late Blooms</title><link>/categories/blog-posts/</link><description>Recent content in Blog-Posts on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/categories/blog-posts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>100,000 Reads for "Late Blooms"</title><link>/posts/100000-reads-for-late-blooms/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/100000-reads-for-late-blooms/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d like to think of this blogging venture as the &amp;ldquo;little blog that grew&amp;rdquo; in its own time.  I loved my brother&amp;rsquo;s blog and his posts.   It was on a whim that I wrote my first blog post.  This happened after a visit to Niagara Falls where I visited the Butterfly Conservatory.  I took many photos and made up a post called &amp;ldquo;Metamorphosis.&amp;rdquo;  I shared this post with my brother and told him to link the two - mine and his.  Even then, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t really sure what I was asking him to do. He immediately hosted me on his blog under the name I had chosen  -  Late Blooms. The date was April 22, 2012.  &lt;strong&gt;This was how it all began.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Life Lessons of 2016</title><link>/posts/life-lessons-of-2016/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/life-lessons-of-2016/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This year has gone by very quickly.  It feels like it was just the other day I was preparing for Christmas 2015.  &amp;ldquo;Time flies when you&amp;rsquo;re having fun.&amp;rdquo;  Well, to tell the truth, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t all fun.  Life has its challenges and there are always valuable lessons to learn as we spend our days here on Earth.  For anyone thinking that lessons stop when you leave school, I have news for you.  They begin on the day you are born and continue until the day you take your last breath. I am 67 and learning many valuable lessons at this stage of my life. As the saying goes: &amp;ldquo;It ain&amp;rsquo;t over till it&amp;rsquo;s over.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>201st Blog Post</title><link>/posts/201st-blog-post/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/201st-blog-post/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s hard to believe that my memory is not what it used to be.  I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my last post should have been &amp;ldquo;special&amp;rdquo; in some way to mark my 200th published post.  For a while there, I was thinking what significant title or remarks should be made to mark this milestone.  Then, would you believe it - this 67 year old brain completely forgot.  Instead, there was the post &amp;ldquo;Santa&amp;rsquo;s Mailbox&amp;rdquo; which was my last one. I am making this 201st post &amp;ldquo;the one.&amp;rdquo;  That&amp;rsquo;s the reason for the fireworks you see below.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>