On this day, I say:

I always intended to head this blog with a favourite picture from a  road trip. It shows the view going down a long  gradual  incline. Because it always seemed that that's what aging would be, a gradual incline. Sometimes though, you find yourself free wheeling down the road maybe  pulled into the invisible slipstream, pulled along with ever increasing speed with no desire to hit the brakes to back off and let them race on.

Once  coming through the mountains of BC many years ago, I saw a family picnicking. A classic bucolic scene so ordinary as to be trite. Wicker hamper and plaid blanket, man and woman with small child, boot of the car open and a vista of highway and a swiftly flowing river with a backdrop of snow capped mountains they, the family appeared so ordinary and unaware. Their choice of picnic site not an abandoned roadway or wayside  as they may have imagined but, a run away lane.

Sometimes life is a picnic.

Childish Delight

Christmas, ah Christmas!

Recently I was asked what it is that I like best about Christmas. Perhaps the question came up because I was singing as I baked shortbread cookies.  I had to think about it and I realized it is the anticipation of Christmas that I love best . The endless possibilities, the optimism, the good will.

 It is inevitable that there will be disappointments at Christmas.If not for me and mine then certainly for someone we know, or someone  will be introduced to through the media.

Until then, I will sing under my breathe and look forward to the sharing of good will, food and yes- even gifts,  with my family. I will relish  the coming together and the pause in  this part of the world as we celebrate together.

Merry Christmas to you.