{"id":10455,"date":"2012-01-20T00:14:25","date_gmt":"2012-01-20T05:14:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=10455"},"modified":"2012-01-20T00:15:10","modified_gmt":"2012-01-20T05:15:10","slug":"love-blooms-in-winter-by-lori-copeland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=10455","title":{"rendered":"Love Blooms In Winter by Lori Copeland"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882\" style=\"cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 145px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cESuxv-WNX8\/TA3PbPpKjHI\/AAAAAAAAEFE\/e9Dq6nSnpCA\/s200\/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>It is time for a <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\">FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old&#8230;or for somewhere in between! <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong>Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><em>You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Today&#8217;s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large; color: #800000;\">Lori Copeland<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\"><span style=\"font-size: 100%;\">and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0736930191\">Love Blooms in Winter (The Dakota Diaries)<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;\">Harvest House Publishers (January 1, 2012)<\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">***Special thanks to <span style=\"background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;\">Karri <\/span><span style=\"background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #7f7f7f; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;\">| Marketing Assistant<\/span> <span style=\"background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #7f7f7f; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;\">|Harvest House Publishers<\/span> for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-ET35-jIesRE\/TxT42AmnBWI\/AAAAAAAAGto\/9DP9mW1z-ss\/s1600\/Lori+Copeland.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-ET35-jIesRE\/TxT42AmnBWI\/AAAAAAAAGto\/9DP9mW1z-ss\/s200\/Lori+Copeland.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"133\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Lori Copeland is the author of more than 90 titles, both historical and contemporary fiction. With more than 3 million copies of her books in print, she has developed a loyal following among her rapidly growing fans in the inspirational market. She has been honored with the Romantic Times Reviewer&#8217;s Choice Award, The Holt Medallion, and Walden Books&#8217; Best Seller award. In 2000, Lori was inducted into the Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. She lives in the beautiful Ozarks with her husband, Lance, and their three children and five grandchildren.<\/p>\n<p>Visit the author&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.loricopeland.com\/\">website<\/a>.<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-uy9Y16Cq8dY\/TxT5Ef_fayI\/AAAAAAAAGtw\/h6VjOmTRcgY\/s1600\/Love+Blooms+in+Winter.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-uy9Y16Cq8dY\/TxT5Ef_fayI\/AAAAAAAAGtw\/h6VjOmTRcgY\/s200\/Love+Blooms+in+Winter.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"129\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>This new romance from bestselling author Lori Copeland portrays God\u2019s miraculous provision when none seems possible. An engagement, a runaway train, and a town of quirky, loveable people make for more adventure than Tom Curtis is expecting. But it is amazing what can bloom in winter with God in charge.<\/p>\n<p>1892\u2014Mae Wilkey\u2019s sweet next-door neighbor, Pauline, is suffering from old age and dementia and desperately needs family to come help her. But Pauline can\u2019t recall having kin remaining. Mae searches through her desk and finds a name\u2014Tom Curtis, who may just be the answer to their prayers.<\/p>\n<p>Tom can\u2019t remember an old aunt named Pauline, but if she thinks he\u2019s a long-lost nephew, he very well may be. After two desperate letters from Mae, he decides to pay a visit. An engagement, a runaway train, and a town of quirky, loveable people make for more of an adventure than Tom is expecting. But it is amazing what can bloom in winter when God is in charge of things.<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"640\" height=\"360\" classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" codebase=\"http:\/\/download.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"src\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/sldsG4EacPg?version=3&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" \/><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><embed width=\"640\" height=\"360\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/sldsG4EacPg?version=3&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" \/><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Product Details:<\/p>\n<ul style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: none; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>List Price:<\/strong> $13.99<\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Paperback:<\/strong> 304 pages<\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Publisher:<\/strong> Harvest House Publishers (January 1, 2012)<\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Language:<\/strong> English<\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>ISBN-10:<\/strong> 0736930191<\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>ISBN-13:<\/strong> 978-0736930192<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\">AND NOW&#8230;THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"height: 307px; overflow: auto;\">\n<p><em>Dwadlo, North Dakota, 1892<\/em>The winter of \u201992 is gonna go down as one of the worst Dwadlo\u2019s ever seen,\u201d Hal Murphy grumbled as he dumped the sack of flour he got for his wife on the store counter. \u201cMark my words.\u201d He turned toward Mae Wilkey, the petite postmistress, who was stuffing mail in wooden slots.\u201cSpring can\u2019t come soon enough for me.\u201d She stepped back, straightening the row of letters and flyers. She didn\u2019t have to record Hal\u2019s prediction; it was the same every year. \u201cI\u2019d rather plant flowers than shovel snow any day of the week.\u201d\u201cYes, ma\u2019am.\u201d Hal nodded to the store owner, Dale Smith, who stood five foot seven inches with a rounded belly and salt-and-pepper hair swept to a wide front bang. \u201cAdd a couple of those dill pickles, will you?\u201d Hal watched as Dale went over to the barrel and fished around inside, coming up with two fat pickles.\u201cThat\u2019ll fix me up.\u201d Hal turned his attention back to the mail cage, his eyes fixed on the lovely sight. \u201cCan\u2019t understand why you\u2019re still single, Mae. You\u2019re as pretty as a raindrop on a lily pad.\u201d He sniffed the air. \u201cAnd you smell as good.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Smiling, Mae moved from the letter boxes to the cash box. Icy weather may have delayed the train this morning, but she still had to count money and record the day\u2019s inventory. \u201cNow, Hal, you know I\u2019d marry you in a wink if you weren\u2019t already taken.\u201d Hal and Clara had been married forty-two years, but Mae\u2019s usual comeback never failed to put a sparkle in the farmer\u2019s eye. Truth be, she put a smile on every man\u2019s face, but she wasn\u2019t often aware of the flattering looks she received. Her heart belonged to Jake Mallory, Dwadlo\u2019s up-and-coming attorney.<\/p>\n<p>Hal nodded. \u201cI know. All the good ones are taken, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She nodded. \u201cEvery single one. Especially in Dwadlo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The little prairie town was formed when the Chicago &amp; North Western Railroad came through five years ago. Where abundant grass, wild flowers, and waterfalls had once flourished, hundreds of miles of steel rail crisscrossed the land, making way for big, black steam engines that hauled folks and supplies. Before the railroad came through, only three homesteads had dotted the rugged Dakota Territory: Mae\u2019s family\u2019s, Hal and Clara\u2019s, and Pauline Wilson\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>But in \u201987 life changed, and formerly platted sites became bustling towns. Pine Grove and Branch Springs followed, and Dwadlo suddenly thrived with immigrants, opportunists, and adventure-seeking folks staking claims out West. A new world opened when the Dakota Boom started.<\/p>\n<p>Hal\u2019s gaze focused on Mae\u2019s left hand. \u201cJake still hasn\u2019t popped the question?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mae sighed. Hal was a pleasant sort, but she really wished the townspeople would occupy their thoughts with something other than her and Jake\u2019s pending engagement. True, they had been courting for six years and Jake still hadn\u2019t proposed, but she was confident he would. He\u2019d said so, and he was a man of his word\u2014though every holiday, when a ring would have been an appropriate gift, that special token of his intentions failed to materialize. Mae had more lockets than any one woman could wear, but Jake apparently thought that she could always use another one. What she could really use was his hand in marriage. The bloom was swiftly fading from her youth, and it would be nice if her younger brother, Jeremy, had a man\u2019s presence in his life.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBe patient, Hal. He\u2019s busy trying to establish a business.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood lands. How long does it take a man to open a law office?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cApparently six years and counting.\u201d She didn\u2019t like the uncertainty but she understood it, even if the town\u2019s population didn\u2019t. She had a good life, what with work, church, and the occasional social. Jake accompanied her to all public events, came over two or three times a week, and never failed to extend a hand when she needed something. It was almost as though they were already married.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe man\u2019s a fool,\u201d Hal declared. \u201cHe\u2019d better slap a ring on that finger before someone else comes along and does it for him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot likely in Dwadlo,\u201d Mae mused. The town itself was made up of less than a hundred residents, but other folks lived in the surrounding areas and did their banking and shopping here. Main Street consisted of the General Store, Smith\u2019s Grain and Feed, the livery, the mortuary, the town hall and jail (which was almost always empty), Doc Swede\u2019s office, Rosie\u2019s Caf\u00e9, and an empty building that had once housed the saloon. Mae hadn\u2019t spotted a sign on any business yet advertising \u201cHusbands,\u201d but she was certain her patience would eventually win out.<\/p>\n<p>With a final smile Hal moved off to pay for his goods. Mae hummed a little as she put the money box in the safe. Looking out the window, she noticed a stiff November wind snapping the red canvas awning that sheltered the store\u2019s porch. Across the square, a large gazebo absorbed the battering wind. The usually active gathering place was now empty under a gray sky. On summer nights music played, and the smell of popcorn and roasted peanuts filled the air. Today the structure looked as though it were bracing for another winter storm. Sighing, Mae realized she already longed for green grass, blooming flowers, and warm breezes.<\/p>\n<p>After Hal left Mae finished up the last of the chores and then reached for her warm wool cape. She usually enjoyed the short walk home from work, but today she was tired\u2014and her feet hurt because of the new boots she\u2019d purchased from the Montgomery Ward catalog. On the page they had looked comfortable with their high tops and polished leather, but on her feet they felt like a vise.<\/p>\n<p>Slipping the cape\u2019s hood over her hair, she said goodbye to Dale and then paused when her hand touched the doorknob. \u201cOh, dear. I really do need to check on Pauline again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow\u2019s she doing?\u201d The store owner paused and leaned on his broom. \u201cI noticed she hasn\u2019t been in church recently.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dale always reminded Mae of an owl perching on a tree limb, his big, dark blue eyes swiveling here and there. He might not talk a body\u2019s leg off, but he kept up on town issues. She admired the quiet little man for what he did for the community and respected the way he preached to the congregation on Sundays.<\/p>\n<p>How was Pauline doing? Mae worried the question over in her mind. Pauline lived alone, and she shouldn\u2019t. The elderly woman was Mae\u2019s neighbor, and she checked on her daily, but Pauline was steadily losing ground.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s getting more and more fragile, I\u2019m afraid. Dale, have you ever heard Pauline speak of kin?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The small man didn\u2019t take even a moment to ponder the question. \u201cNever heard her mention a single word about family of any kind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHmm\u2026me neither. But surely she must have some.\u201d Someone who should be here, in Dwadlo, looking after the frail soul. Mae didn\u2019t resent the extra work, but the post office and her brother kept her busy, and she really didn\u2019t have the right to make important decisions regarding the elderly woman\u2019s rapidly failing health.<\/p>\n<p>Striding back to the bread rack, she picked up a fresh loaf. Dale had private rooms at the back of the store where he made his home, and he was often up before dawn baking bread, pies, and cakes for the community. Most folks in town baked their own goods, but there were a few, widowers and such, who depended on Dale\u2019s culinary skills. By this hour of the day the goods were usually gone, but a few remained. Placing a cherry pie in her basket as well, she called, \u201cAdd these things to my account, please, Dale. And pray for Pauline too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Nodding, he continued sweeping, methodically running the stiff broomcorn bristles across the warped wood floor.<\/p>\n<p>The numbing wind hit Mae full force when she stepped off the porch. Her hood flew off her head and an icy gust of air snatched away her breath. Putting down her basket, she retied the hood before setting off for the brief walk home. Dwadlo was laid out in a rather strange pattern, a point everyone agreed on. Businesses and homes were built close together, partly as shelter from the howling prairie winds and partly because there wasn\u2019t much forethought given to town planning. Residents\u2019 homes sat not a hundred feet from the store. The whole community encompassed less than five acres.<\/p>\n<p>Halfway to her house, snowflakes began swirling in the air. Huddling deeper into her wrap, Mae concentrated on the path as the flakes grew bigger.<\/p>\n<p>She quickly covered the short distance to Pauline\u2019s. The dwelling was little more than a front room, tiny kitchen, and bedroom, but she was a small woman. Pauline pinned her yellow-white hair in a tight knot at the base of her skull, and she didn\u2019t have a tooth in her head. She chewed snuff, which she freely admitted was an awful habit, but Mae had never heard her speak of giving it up.<\/p>\n<p>Her faded blue eyes were as round as buttons, and no matter what kind of day she was having, it was always a new one to her, filled with wonders. Her mind wasn\u2019t what it used to be. She had good and bad days, but mostly days when her moods changed as swift as summer lightning. She could be talking about tomatoes in the garden patch when suddenly she would be discussing how to spin wool.<\/p>\n<p>Mae noted a soft wisp of smoke curling up from the chimney and smiled. Pauline had remembered to feed the fire this afternoon, so this was a good day.<\/p>\n<p>Unlatching the gate, she followed the path to the front porch. In summertime the white railings hung heavy with red roses, and the scent of honeysuckle filled the air. This afternoon the wind howled across the barren flower beds Pauline carefully nurtured during warmer weather. Often she planted okra where petunias should be, but she enjoyed puttering in the soil and the earth loved her. She brought fresh tomatoes, corn, and beans to the store during spring and summer, and pumpkins and squash lined the railings in the fall.<\/p>\n<p>In earlier days Pauline\u2019s quilts were known throughout the area. She and her quilting group had made quite a name for themselves when Dwadlo first became a town. Four women excelled in the craft. One had lived in Pine Grove, and two others came from as far away as Branch Springs once a month to break bread together and stitch quilts. But one by one the women had died off, leaving Pauline to sew alone in her narrowing world.<\/p>\n<p>Stomping her boots on the porch, Mae said under her breath, \u201cI don\u2019t mind winter, Lord, but could we perhaps have a little less of it?\u201d The only answer was the wind whipping her garments. Tapping lightly on the door, she called, \u201cPauline?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mae stepped back and waited to hear the shuffle of feet. Pauline used to answer the door in less than twenty seconds. It took longer now. Mae made a fist with her gloved hand and banged a little harder. The wind howled around the cottage eaves. She closed her eyes and prayed that Jeremy had remembered to stack sufficient firewood beside the kitchen door. The boy was generally responsible, and she thanked God every day that she had him to lean on. He had been injured by forceps during birth, which left him with special needs. He was a very happy fourteen-year-old with the reasoning power of a child of nine.<\/p>\n<p>A full minute passed. Mae frowned and tried the doorknob. Pauline couldn\u2019t hear herself yell in a churn, but she might also be asleep. The door opened easily, and Mae peeked inside the small living quarters. She saw that a fire burned low in the woodstove, and Pauline\u2019s rocking chair sat empty.<\/p>\n<p>Stepping inside, she closed the door and called again. \u201cPauline? It\u2019s Mae!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The ticking of the mantle clock was the only sound that met her ears.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPauline?\u201d She lowered her hood and walked through the living room. She paused in the kitchen doorway.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, Pauline!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/divider.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7685\" title=\"divider\" src=\"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/divider.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"195\" height=\"32\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/divider.jpg 195w, https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/divider-150x24.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<strong>MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Love Blooms in Winter by Lori Copeland\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0736930191\">Love Blooms in Winter<\/a> is a thoroughly enjoyable western historical romance chock full of action, humor, and quirky characters. Vivid characterization, interesting and realistic dialogue and detailed setting descriptions combine to provide a gratifying reading experience.<\/p>\n<p>Mae has spent six long years waiting for her fiance Jake Mallory to marry her. Then Tom Curtis arrives in town at her request to check on the possibility that Mae&#8217;s elderly neighbor is a long lost relative. It is pretty evident from the start that Mae and Tom will end up together, but oh what fun it is getting to that point!<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Love Blooms in Winter by Lori Copeland\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0736930191\">Love Blooms in Winter<\/a>\u00a0contains several important themes. Mae and Tom are both fine examples of what it means to love your neighbor (and I don&#8217;t mean their own romance). Another prominent topic is that a person shouldn&#8217;t settle for what is comfortable and easily available but should wait for whatever the Lord has planned for their life.<\/p>\n<p>A fun read,\u00a0<a title=\"Love Blooms in Winter by Lori Copeland\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0736930191\">Love Blooms in Winter<\/a> is a must for lovers of historical western romance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8,34,41,44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","category-historical","category-romance","category-western"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10455"}],"version-history":[{"count":40,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10495,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455\/revisions\/10495"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}