The Ghosts of Christmas past. 

Perhaps somewhere in a different time we share Christmas day together. You bring your family. We share tales of growing up separately but bound by blood. Perhaps it begins an annual tradition of meeting and exchanging gifts and sharing each other’s lives. 

Meanwhile in a different realm I bring home a special guest. We laugh at the repeats on the TV and bicker over Brussel sprouts.

Later after you’ve had a glass or two and your pipe you fall asleep in the armchair, your cracker hat slightly askew as you snore gently . I look at you and think “when did you get old?”. I remember you carrying me up the stairs to bed in your arms when I fell asleep downstairs. So strong then but now you resemble an old comfy arm chair yourself. The children look at you and giggle. I shush them anxious not to stress the fragile brokered  Christmas peace. 

In still another time, she is there.  Laughing with the children, making merry with the sherry. Making us scream with laughter at her awful charade reenactments. I dream she has had a happy life, a life of peace and wishes fulfilled. 

Lastly in another Christmas I bounce upon my knee a little one. I can see their tiny fingers and their rosebud mouth. They look at their siblings, desperate to join in the fun and excitement. “Soon” I tell them. “Soon you’ll be old enough”.
This Christmas will be a happy one. We have lots of blessings to be grateful for. We love our little family. I won’t feel anything amiss. 
But sometimes I wish the ghosts of Christmas past would collide. 



Encouraged by this today. …..


Blossoms of hope. (Weekly photo challenge-Spring)

This week’s photo challenge is perfect for this picture that has been lurking in my camera archive for a few weeks. It’s a picture of a Magnolia tree which is a thing of beauty in a garden just down the road from us. On the day I captured it the weather was breathtaking and the blossoms smelt like Spring and hope combined. Other than to crop some unnecessary detail and add a frame I’ve edited it very little.


Happy weekend.


Aren’t these flowers beautiful and cheery? They really make my heart sing. Every year I look out for them and I’m thrilled when they poke their way up through the soil like a herald announcing the coming Spring. Their white blossoms are pure and graceful, heads bowed in a curtsey to their maker. They form an alliance with the sunburst daffodils and the rainbow crocuses bringing us echoes of hope. This Wordsworth poem puts it more eloquently.


          LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
          But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
          Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
          Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
          Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
          The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
          Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
          Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
          Shall soon behold this border thickly set
          With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing                10
          On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
          Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
          Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
          And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

google image used.

Back to as normal as it gets.


Here in Wales we have been deluged by rainfall the last week. Plans we made with friends for a beach walk on New Year’s day had to be postponed.

Today we woke up to a fairly mild day so seized the chance to go for a family walk to our local reservoir. It’s about 10 minutes away from where we live and is a gentle walk to ease back in to some form of exercise.

We have had a totally relaxing Christmas holidays but I didn’t realise how much cabin fever I was feeling until we got outside in the fresh air.

Walking is one of our favourite family things to do. It’s free, great exercise for all of us and gives us all the opportunity to take our square eyes and concentration off of whatever screens we’ve been fixating on.

The above picture was taken at the beginning of our walk. I love the Winter blossom and colours. When we walk this time of year and onwards I eagerly look out for signs of Spring and new life.

Signs of hope I suppose. Verdant growth, new buds peeping their way through the soil.

I am hopeful for this year. Hope would be my word of choice if I had to pick just one. Hope for new life in every area of mine and ours lives.

Till next time.