Everybody I am related to has been invited to a can-painting party,at some time during this visit. These cans are also known as the nutcracker cans. It is a tradition which I have shown to you before, and I did a few more. I tried to do a few before people went home, so they could have something to remember this year by. Normally I would give them something, but, this time, I made them make their own. Evil, yes? Here are a few and I show that you can use all sizes of cans and add raffia or even a handle. They are fun little gift ideas and I love to put some interesting things inside them..
Every year, it is the same. I went to my mailbox and there was a Christmas card with a beautiful message inside. There they are, aplogizing for being late and I am sitting with half of my cards still waiting for personal messages to be written. Oh, another year of being late. But, I have to admit, I love Christmas cards even in February. I found myself starting later this year, not making the special cards I always do, but, I did have some left over from last year and the rest got store bought cards! Oh, the horror! I am trying really hard to feel ashamed.Give me a minute or three. I know I have it in me.
Some of the siblings who didn't make it wrote long letters in their cards. It was heartwarming to read the recollections and memories of Christmas Eve spent among family, there was always a rotation of houses that were visited, family and friends alike. From one house to the next, progressive dinners... one would serve h'orderves and the next would serve the next course, until we finished dinner. It was wonderful and everyone got to share a piece of their house with one another. It was truly a wonderful time in life. How quickly time marches on and we all find ourselves immersed in our lives or raising our families and forming their futures so that eventually,they may host the event that creates the memories. I read that back and hope it makes sense.
I often find myself, especially around this time of year longing for the casual comfort of family and extended family. My siblings, as some of you are, separated by miles, states, and immediate family needs. I find myself embracing them and wishing for more time with them.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
This was commonly referred to as the six days of creation.... Oh, yes...It was a long winter.
The first day of Twelvetide, is Christmas Day and is about celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. ... The sixth day of Christmas remembers St Egwin of Worcester, who died on December 30, 717, he was known as the protector of orphans and the widowed. source
The beauty of the pointsettia is forevere engraved on the blockchain. #alwaysaflower I dedicate this post to all of you. You bring joy to my soul and spread your love across the world. For this, I thank you. And just like that, these musings are done...
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
