Merry Christmas!

As the clock slowly moves closer to Christmas Eve and the smell of baking fills the air, I’d like to say a big thank you to everyone for making the time throughout the year to visit with me here.  I am so very grateful!

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Here’s to a very happy and healthy 2019!
Joanne x





Lit up for Christmas! (Macro Monday)

Things are getting serious now. Only one week and counting before Christmas is officially upon us. Sadly, Christmas is going to be over before we know it.

This wire gift is just one of a set of four. They were bought after our first Christmas in Canada. Thinking back, I think they were actually the store’s own decorations and rather than putting them away, they sold them. Lucky me!







Bright Lights of Christmas! (Wordless Wednesday)








Distorted Raindrops (OWPC: Distorted)

After yesterday’s ferocious winds and rain, to walk outside today to stillness and sunshine feels more than a tad surreal. Without the wind, raindrops were clinging to my maple tree like Christmas lights. Especially with a little tweaking.


Bumping up the contrast and shadows distorted the photo enough to help create the illusion of strings of lights amongst the branches. Distorted is this week’s word for the One Word Photo Challenge from Jennifer Nichole Wells.






It’s not this time of the year without… Twinkle Lights! (WPC)


There, I’ve said it, I love twinkle lights! Be it in a Christmas tree, strung along garland, bunched up in vases with baubles, or wrapped around a wreath. It’s Not This Time of Year Without them… this week’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.

And this year I have a beautiful new mantle not only to hold all-things-Christmas but to also hang my garland, intertwined with twinkle lights and baubles. Ahhhh… ’tis the season indeed!


Sometimes a spot-light is needed to show you the way; sometimes all you need is the soft twinkle lights to allow a moment of reflection and gratitude for all that has been and will be.


The DNA of Snow perhaps???

Christmas lights hung in a neighbour’s trees remind me of a strand of DNA. Perhaps it’s the DNA of snow which they manipulate to receive more or less snow at their liking, hmmm

Snow DNA

Then again, perhaps it’s just me as when I mentioned this to the children as I prepared dinner one night, their blank stares looking back at me suggesting it wasn’t, with just the hint of… “mum, how much longer?”