Through the Year 2024

 

Twelve photos of the past year, moments of beauty, love, and whimsy. It's difficult to choose just twelve when a year contains thousands of memories. This idea is not my own, blatantly taken from Coastal Ripples. Thank you to B.

January - An exceptionally cold spell had us all concerned about our gardens. The snowdrops showed no signs of stress, but elsewhere the stone fruit crop was ruined, meaning no peaches come summer. We've had a very warm autumn/winter until now and I wonder what lies ahead for the remainder of winter. Snowdrops are beginning to bloom here once again.

February saw us go to the west of our island to explore the tidal pools at Botanical Beach. Lots of wildlife of the bird and sea sort to observe.

March - The scent of Skunk Cabbage in spring wafts from marshy and wet spots alongside trails. Bright yellow and highly fragrant, this plant is unmistakable. We saw this one on a hike at East Sooke Park.

April saw the family gather for the 90th birthday of my Dad, seen here with my grandchildren. A fun time of celebration! 

May - The Northern Lights put on a spectacular show at a beach near us. Seeing the lights dance and sway in the sky was truly a highlight.

June, and we were off to Europe, spending time in Leiden and seeing part of the Netherlands. I was charmed by all the canals and homes in the medieval quarter. Would love to return one day.

July, and our trip continued on a cruise to Iceland and Scotland. Nootka Lupins covered the hills with gorgeous blue flowers. I loved the vast landscapes, the charming towns, and interesting history of Iceland. 

August - A family camping weekend with the tradition of making donuts one day. Everyone helped with the glazing. An indulgent tradition that is a lot of fun. 

September - A camping trip to the Rockies. Hiking, swimming, kayaking, and watching bears watch us filled our days. We live in such a beautiful country.

October and we returned to the wild west coast to watch the waves crash in from the Pacific. Exhilarating!

November - A little girl blowing bubbles in the garden provided a bit of magic. What fun she had making them, and what fun I had watching her delight. 

December has been a busy one. I did complete the pajamas for the grandchildren - flannelette bottoms for the elder three and nightgowns for the little girls. I asked them to bring them here on Christmas so that I could photograph them together. What a fun bunch of lovely humans. 

Wishing you all a joyous beginning to 2025!

The Week Between the Years

 

I sit in the glow of Christmas lights on the tree and the mantel. Darkness fell early on this late December afternoon. It's been a slow and delightful day. A few morning chores followed by a walk. 

There's a smile lifting the corners of my mouth as I ponder the past few days. A beautiful Christmas Eve service with candlelight. Christmas morning with just the two of us. A quiet dinner with one of our children's families while the others celebrated with their in-laws. A Boxing Day gathering with the 13 of us feasting and exchanging gifts. The gatherings continue into tomorrow when my siblings and parents arrive from the mainland for another dinner. 

I mentioned our walk - we went to Tod Inlet. The stream that trickles in summer is a rushing torrent these days. We spied a foam donut bobbing beneath the little waterfall. A perfect circle of foam created by the swirling water. I've never seen anything like it.

Shrubs and deciduous trees are bare and brown. The dull background makes the bright green mosses pop with vibrancy. Lung Lichen (Lobaria pulmonaria) is everywhere, clinging to twigs and trees. Smaller mosses cover trees with soft green.

Early afternoon on this day of dull light made taking pictures tricky. Birds of all kinds floated on the dark water - cormorants, bufflehead ducks, gulls, and others too distant for identification. 

No snow this year. We've had an exceptionally warm December. Who knows what January will bring? We admired the rushing water as we retraced our steps out of the woods. A beautiful bit of fresh air and exercise. 

Home again for a cup of tea and a rum ball or two. I'm in no hurry to bid farewell to this season. There will be a jigsaw puzzle, more mulled wine, and cheering gatherings over the next few days. A lovely week between the years. 

Merry Christmas!

 

Merry Christmas!

Just popping in on the morning of the 24th to wish you all a most merry and blessed season. 

May joy fill your hearts.

"Glory to God in the highest,

and on earth, peace among men..."

Traditions Old and New

 

Oh the rain. It drums down on the skylight. There are great puddles on the streets and sheets of water spray when cars drive through them. Indoors, the dark skies have me turning on all the lights during the day. Candle light on the breakfast table adds a special glow. One little granddaughter was over this morning and watched the twirling trees and deer for a long while, her little head resting on her hands.  

I've been thinking about traditions and have concluded that no matter how much we plan to do the same things each year, it's impossible. Children are a year older and so are the adults. People change. Circumstances change. 

I love Christmas music and began playing it in mid-November. Then I had that ear infection. It's gone and I feel great, but my plugged ear continues. The doctor told me it could take 6 weeks or more before the pressure equalizes and I regain full hearing. Meanwhile, music is not enjoyable. Sounds reverberate in my head. Singing sounds odd. I cannot bear to listen to music in a church. So, this will be the Christmas without music. Sad, but it's just one of those things. 

However, the little granddaughter I mentioned earlier loves to sing. While she colored stars today I heard her singing the chorus to "Angels We Have Heard On High" - the long drawn out "Gloria in Excelsis Deo" sung so sweetly, with perfect pitch. And my heart melted. A little gift of music. 

Something new I'm doing this year is painting an Advent calendar along with Harriet de Winton on Youtube. Each morning there is a new little design to draw and paint with watercolour. Some of my squares are more successful than others, but it's a personal treat that I look forward to doing each day. 

There are still plenty of traditions to enjoy in the days to come. Despite people never being quite the same from year to year, doing the same things builds connection, establishes values, and is lots of fun! 

Wishing you unexpected gifts today. 

A Visit to Butchart Gardens

 

On a chilly night we donned down-filled jackets, toques, and gloves for a walk through Butchart Gardens, known worldwide for its magnificent flower displays. In December the garden is transformed by thousands of lights twinkling brightly to enchant young and old alike. 

The voices of carolers travel through the clear cold air in perfect harmony. 

Children and adults have fun at the tree whose lights react to clapping, becoming brighter as the noise increases. The Rose Carousel is always a hit with the younger set. We skipped that this time but wouldn't dream of passing it by if the grandchildren were with us. 

Visitors have fun looking for characters from The Twelve Days of Christmas in clever displays throughout the gardens. My favourite are the Three French Hens enjoying tea with the Eiffel Tower in the background. 

More than one visitor looks in vain for the last characters - the twelve drummers drumming. They are not visible until one leaves the gardens and passes under the lighted arches with those drummers perched merrily above. 

My younger daughter and I made Rum Balls one day. They have become a family favourite and it's hard to stop at one. Doing things together is also a Christmas tradition. 

Tim and I decorated the tree and remarked how quickly the years have passed since we had little ones excited about hanging ornaments on the branches. Memories surge. "Remember where we bought this ornament?" "So and so made this for us." Christmas is a time to remember friends and family, and events of long ago, or just last year. 

I made this ornament many years while living in the jungle of South America. How I longed for the Christmas weather I was accustomed to. Now, I still wish for snow. We see so little of it here on our west coast island. 

It's mid-afternoon as I finish this post. Strong winds have howled around the house all day, with spatters of rain to change it up at times. I've been baking, with Tim's help. He's becoming a great sous-chef. Shortbread, Chocolate Cherry Cookies, and Butter Tarts are cooling and headed for the freezer. Light is fading fast and soon we'll close the blinds, turn on all the twinkling lights and stay cozy while the weather does what it will. 

Boats, Baking, Books, and Candles

 

The days pass, busy but not frantic. The rain has let up for a few days and there have been patches of sunshine. Clear weather on the night of the lighted boat parade meant no raincoats. We walked along the waterfront and marina before dark. How calm the water, reflecting those tall masts perfectly. 

We stood on the pier and waved at the boats going by. Happy voices called out "Merry Christmas" from shore to boat and boat to shore. What fun it is to be part of a crowd of people intent on simple joys. 

I baked cookies this morning - Rugelach - a Christmas favourite. They are small and two made a nice accompaniment to my afternoon cup of tea. 

Our postal system is on strike and it doesn't look like things will be cleared up before Christmas. I'm writing cards for those I can hand them to personally, but otherwise, cards are off the list for this year. I feel for the small businesses who rely so heavily on mail orders at this season. 

I tied up an old German hymnbook with the musical notes along with my grandmother's old German hymnal, with no music score. My grandmother's hymnal was published in 1895 and has her father's name written in it with Chortitza - the colony in Ukraine where he once lived. 

Scented candles don't appeal to me very much, but Frasier Fir by Thymes is one that fills the house with scents of fir and cedar. I like it very much and a small votive like the one on the books above lasts for a long time. 

It's late in the day now and I've still not published this post. It's time to do so and settle in with my book. The fire glows and pools of lamplight cast warmth just where we need it. Wishing you a quiet evening and a lovely day. 

A Day in December

 

Outside my window bits of blue sky peek through the clouds. This morning we went for a walk at Island View just as the sun came up. The world was awash in shades of grey and brown, no brightness then.

The past week flew by. Various projects have kept me away from doing Christmassy things like finishing the pajamas for the grandkids, and baking cookies. Next week beckons!

I spent one day with two good friends. We wandered through shops decorated for the season, and enjoyed a delicious lunch. We all ordered the same thing - French Onion Soup - and it was so good. Hot and flavourful with plenty of cheese. The perfect fortification for more wandering. 

We did do a little decorating here at home. Lights on the mantels add a glow to evenings spent reading or writing. A tree has been purchased and sits in a bucket on the patio waiting until we bring it indoors. I take a whiff of the fresh forest scent when I walk by. 

Early this evening we're going to watch the lighted boat parade in Sidney. Warm hats and jackets are a must as there's a bit of wind blowing. A pot of chili is simmering on the stove and will be easy to reheat when we get home. 

I've been reading - Winter Solstice, Miss Read's Christmas stories, and I'm currently turning the pages of Shepherds Abiding. A couple of years ago I created a Christmas-themed reading list with suggestions from readers. That list is now in a tab at the top of my blog. 

Thank you for all your kind wishes for my health. My energy has returned and I feel great other than a persistent plugged ear which will, apparently, just take time to resolve itself. 

Of Light and Water

 

The ocean on a stormy day. Waves rolling and crashing. Green water. Foamy white spray that flies through the air and kisses my face with salt.  

Debris litters the beaches. Telephone-pole sized logs tossed like toothpicks in the powerful water. Not a good time to go swimming or surfing, although a few hardy wind surfers were out.

Cora stopped by with her dinosaur-bubble-blower. It runs on batteries and produces a forest of bubbles with no effort. Something new to me. Her enthusiasm motivated me to pull on a jacket and boots and join her. 

In place of a bubble-blower, I took my camera, captivated by the beautiful light-reflecting bubbles landing everywhere. 

Mosses caught the light. These days, light is fleeting and we notice every bit of sunshine. 

On another morning, a slant of light illuminated a tea cup and plant. 

It's been a very quiet week as I recover from the ear infection. Who knew it would take so long? Lots of rest, to be sure, but I am trying to accomplish one or two tasks each day. Today I baked fruitcake. I don't eat it, but those I love enjoy it. It was a two-day affair with preparing the fruit yesterday and soaking it in rum before making up the cake itself today. 

Thank you for your kind words and recovery wishes. Progress is being made. A few more days of antibiotics and by then, I hope all is cleared up. 

Checking In

 

There are a few artists I follow on Instagram - Lucy Grossmith is one of them. I love her magical depictions of the natural world, full of intricate detail and whimsy. The fly agaric mushrooms look like I could reach out and feel the nobbly bits. And the fox - so alert and skittish, ready to dash away if I make the wrong move. 

There have been no interactions with nature around here this week. 

My simple cold, which was easing, suddenly took another form - a dreadful inner ear infection along with aches and chills. Wobbly balance. Hearing out of one ear while things echo in the other is not recommended. I finally went to the doctor and began antibiotics yesterday. Marginally better today. 

There have been no walks, no photos, nothing cooked, nothing created. I've lain around, snoozing, content under a blanket on the couch with a hot rice bag to keep me cozy. As I told a friend, this is what happens when one spends time with cute little petri dishes - aka grandchildren. The cold has traveled through the family, but I am special - no one else got an infection. Sigh. 

I've managed a couple of books, very light ones, and a few blogs. I hope to get around to more of those this week. My wonderful husband brought me tea with honey, took care of meals (with a little direction), and made me laugh when I could. 

I'm looking forward to this new week with renewed energy, although I'll be taking it slowly. We have an event to attend on Wednesday evening and I want to be in good form for that. 

Home Pursuits

 

In the mornings, we sit and let the birds entertain us while we eat breakfast. A pair of Downy Woodpeckers come one at a time, rarely together. The female shares the suet block with a couple of Dark-eyed Juncos. There wasn't much left in the suet block and it was soon replaced. 

After a couple of days of lying around not feeling well due to a cold, yesterday I planted a few bulbs in pots. I tucked mesh over them, fastening it down well, for the squirrels love to dig up the bulbs and haul them away for their winter use. The cold is on its way out and I'm feeling fine. 

I was thinking about food when not feeling well, and since I love onions, I thought up and then cooked this Onion Mushroom Gratin to have with plain chicken.  It's a comforting dish, reminiscent of French Onion Soup, of which I am also fond. 

This morning young Cora and I went for a little walk. It's brisk out there and windy. We have a "bomb cyclone" just offshore and it's creating quite the storm. All of these weather terms - polar vortex, atmospheric river, bomb cyclone - are ones that seem to have just moved into weather reports, or perhaps I just never noticed before. 

The wood ducks are vastly outnumbered by the mallards on the ponds, and Cora eagerly looks for them, and can spot both males and females among the others. 

A bit of colour remains in the woods, but leaves were flying today and soon the branches will be bare. 

Squirrels are determined creatures. This one climbed up the most flimsy branches in search of Hawthorn Berries. See how he uses his tail for balance? 

Steel-coloured water, cold and forbidding. Bare branches. Wind gusting. It's almost winter and it feels like it!