The world below our feet! (Macro Monday)

 

 

 

 

 

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Burst of Blooms (Macro Monday)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Blossoms Blooming (Macro Monday)

These old fruit trees, even with its gnarly old branches, still had new blooms sprouting from them.

The color of these blossoms was simply exquisite. The contrast of the old with the new truly glorious.

 

 

 

 

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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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whoo whoo likes Christmas? (Macro Monday)

What’s not to love about this cute little owl nestled amongst the branches of our foyer Christmas tree, keeping his delicate glass self out of harms way?

At least one hopes this owl is out of harms way. With two cats that seem to digress to kitten mode whenever the temperatures begin dropping, it’s hard to know for certain!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Christmas Joy (Christmas Countdown)

These oversized Christmas ornaments were some of the very first Christmas decorations I bought here to celebrate our very first Christmas in Canada.

Finding the right spot for them since our move though proved more than a little challenging. So much so they weren’t even unboxed last year. This year however they sit out proudly complete with tea-lights.

 

 

 

 

 

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Tizzied up trivet! (Macro Monday)

When I first began preparing the house for Christmas last month, this small metal trivet actually had a ten-inch glass cloche covering the candle and baubles. It did have. Note, past tense.

Since then, Sir Fergus on one of his nightly escapades, on jumping through the foyer/dining room alcove, knocked one of the candle stick holders onto the trivet. Interestingly the glass didn’t shatter there. Oh no, that would have been WAY too easy.

Bizarrely the cloche somehow was knocked completely off the trivet onto the ground where it shattered into a thousand pieces. All I wanted was a quick coffee before my shower but instead there I was searching for broken glass… ugh!

 

 

 

 

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