OUR WORLD, My LIfe - Christmas, the Happy and the Sad

The Advent wreath was sagging a little after four weeks but

the stars still gleamed in full splendour.

At our house we keep the old European tradition of

celebrating Christmas on Christmas Eve.

The stars are all handmade by my daughter and granddaughters.

The tree is trimmed at dusk with both granddaughters on the job

decking it's full 15' height with traditional glass decorations, some 

over 60 years old, that I had shared with my daughter when she 

left home which preserved them from the As Wednesday 

bush fires that consumed our house a few months later.

 Everyone was happy, including the animals

The presents had to wait till after the Christmas feast 

of which this is just a small sample.

A gentle Christmas with everyone ecstatic about their 

presents and just glad to be together. The room was filled with 

love and laughter.

The one sad note was that my second chick, that was doing so well,

died in the afternoon and left me sad and bereft.

To all of you out there who celebrate Christmas, may this be one 

filled with love and the joy of togetherness!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

OUR WORLD - Farewell to our Unicorn

Twenty years ago when I bought the farm, I almost immediately

also bought a beautiful white pony for the grandchildren.

Over priced, with teeth that needed constant attention, but little 

did I know then, the treasure we had acquired.

On starlit nights you could see the glint of her horn

against the darkness.

She was a princess of dreams . . .

youngest granddaughter, who had a very special bond

with Modie, recognised her faerie nature even in daylight.

Knowing she would leave us soon, I took these pictures of her 

in late spring when she was still shedding her winter cloak.

Instinctively I knew it was my last chance.

Barely a month later, she left us for the green pastures 

and clear streams of a better place.

The wound was too raw to share these at that time . . .

it still is.

OUR WORLD & SkyWatch - A Sad Time . . .

The light in the sky is brighter, a new star sparkles at night,

my days are dark with loss so hard to bear that daily life is

hard to cope with.

Until I become a little accustomed, my blogging will be intermittent.