once upon a dream

Santa Claus

On Christmas Eve Santa Claus comes and fills the stockings that eventually 'are hung on the chimney with care.....' But on Christmas morning the 'man in red' returns for a brief visit and brings a small gift for each of our grand children.

Age changes attitudes and beliefs but apparently there is still one innocent believer and one who is still too small to notice or care.

A tradition that will continue for a few years yet!

a patch of blue

As a child I remember my Mum or Mummy as we called her,watching the sky after a rainstorm, looking for signs of sunshine. When we would say we saw a patch of blue sky she would ask, "Is it big enough to make a pair of trousers for a Dutchman?" (referring to the full, traditional Dutch/Hans Brinker trousers of days-gone-by).

I often think of that when I see a sky like this.....

Babies grow....

Grandpa's hands

reminder of summer

Three Hills?

I grew up on a farm north of the town of Three Hills and once in awhile we would head south and visit this 'far away place'. When a family of 5 travels in a '52? '53? Chev pickup it did seem like a far away place!

The 3 hills seemed so prominent, so majestic to a child. Now it is difficult to pick out '3' hills! Is it erosion, an adult perspective, a westerly view? I don't know......

But the canola crop was almost blinding and in the back ground one can imagine there being 3 hills.