Hold onto the Twinkles

I’ll be the first to admit it.

I start thinking of Christmas lights well before Thanksgiving, and I hate letting them go after New Years has come and gone.

So starting January 1st, when I’m on my sunset walkabouts in the ‘Port campground…

I look for them.

I look for those twinkles in the windows, swirling around a lamp post, fence rail or tree.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of glowing light around every curve in the road, just one more glimpse of the Christmas magic I can’t seem to let go of.

And much to my delight it seems there are others, like me, who aren’t ready to let them go, either.

And as I gaze out at the ocean, aglow with sunset’s hues…

How could I not want to look back and see sunset glowing with those splashes of Christmas sparkle?

I guess I’ve never understood why some are in such a RUSH to pack it all away.

To douse all the lovely candles, the white lights and wreaths.

All those lovely things that, to me, aren’t just tied to Christmas.

As much a part of winter as the silhouetted pines against a symphony of sunset light…

Are my beloved twinkles, lighting my way, at least for now…

As I walk into the night. ❤

Christmas Eve Breakfast – with the Brants

It was a Merry Christmas indeed!

One of the best moments was a sunrise walk I took on Christmas Eve morning, down at my home beach, Red River.

The sun was just beginning to break through the low-lying clouds on the horizon as I reached the parking lot.

When it got too bright for my eyes, it was fun watching its warm yellow glow reflected in the windows of the beach houses all along the shore.

I was just beginning to think that maybe it was too cold and windy for any birds to be out and about.

When a small flock of brants suddenly landed in the nearby channel.


Sometimes it’s tough to capture the pretty eyes that brants have.

But this morning’s sun was bathing each bird in a soft buttery light;  illuminating eyes and bills, and feathers, too!

It was a grand Christmas feast there on the mud flats as the brants quickly discovered the tender greens that the tide had washed in overnight.

Brants are incredibly verbal birds; always talking among themselves. As if their sheer delight with life simply must be shared.

When they feed, they savor each and every bite. Almost as if it was the tastiest thing they’d ever tasted, or ever would.

And brants are kind. Always ready to make room for just one more at their table, even if they are late for breakfast.

But it’s only when a brant stops.

Turns its soft eyes upon you…

And then stretches up for a glorious wing flapping display that you realize you are smitten.

And that you will love these gentle birds forever and always.

I hope you had a Merry Christmas, and thank you to the brants who made mine!  ❤

Simple Kindness

A simple gift of kindness.


‘Seems almost like an old-fashioned concept these days, doesn’t it?

marmee-andi-2016christmas-3-blogStill, for me, it’s at the heart of all things that truly matter.

And not just at Christmas time.

marmee-andi-2016christmas-2-blogThis was the perfect gift this Christmas from Andi, my Sweet sister from St. Louis.

But she could have sent it to me anytime of the year and it would have felt just as special.

Because she know what matters to me, what is in my heart.

Marmee62Thank you, Andi, Merry Christmas, today and every day. ❤