A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Joining Floss @ Troc, Broc & Recup for a Pause in Advent
and
Mary @ the little red house for Mosaic Monday

Celebrating 100,000 Normandy Life page views with some images and collages of Christmas past.

Wishing all my friends and followers a

very Merry Christmas

and

a Peaceful, Prosperous & Healthy New Year.

See you in 2013!

The easiest way to make a live wreath - Stone Gable

When I saw the "easiest way to make a live wreath" tutorial that Yvonne @ Stone Gable posted on Tuesday I immediately pinned it to my "stuff I want to make" board on Pinterest.
Click here to see the tutorial for yourself.

Following Yvonne's instructions I took an old faux wreath, pretty baubles and some plaid ribbon from my Christmas stash.
I don't have a stand like the one Yvonne used whilst creating her wreath so to make working on the wreath as easy as possible I hung it on a window handle inside.
As you can see through the window there's no snow in Normandy, yet!

Armed with a pair of secateurs I went foraging in the back garden where I cut several small branches of ivy, cypress and box.

As my wreath wasn't as "snarly" as the one in the tutorial is, it was very quick and easy to simply thread the branches through the wreath, no hot glue gun needed!

Then using small wire hangers I simply attached the baubles to the wreath, tied a bow at the top and voila!

The easiest live wreath ever!

Linking this post to Mrs Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday

where our class assignment this week is the letter E.

BREAKING NEWS..........................

literally!!

Since I posted the above photos this has happened.....

I honestly only snipped a few small branches for my wreath, sometime since yesterday afternoon

this stately evergreen was torn asunder and fell to earth without us being aware 

that anything was amiss.

If you need some foliage, for your own wreath, you're all welcome to come and help yourselves!!

A Pause in Advent

My beautiful handmade Christmas nest created by
the very talented & gracious Vicki Boster.
Click hereto visit the blog of a woman I am honored to call my friend.

I’m sure that I am only one among many on this third Sunday in Advent to be pausing, for more than just a minute or two, to think about the heartbroken, devastated families of the women and children murdered inside Sandy Hook Elementary school, Connecticut on Friday morning.

The media is full of reports of the tragedy; I read in the Sunday Times this morning some incredible stories of bravery shown by the teachers whilst shielding their charges from the gunman. 

They hid them in cupboards, closets and bathrooms.

Over the coming days more details will emerge about what happened to those beautiful six and seven year olds.

First graders who were expecting their parents to arrive at the classroom door very soon, to build gingerbread houses together.

But the only question on my mind right now is why, in the name of everything that is holy did the mother of murderer Adam Lanza who also died by his hand, feel the need to possess a semi-automatic assault rifle and keep it in her home?

Sky Watch

A Sunday Sky Watch in Normandy

click here to see more stunning skies from around the globe

Marais du Bessin

For Wordless Wednesday

 this week 

some shots of the flooded fields

 that are part of the Marais du Bessin.

Des marais, entre deux mers.

The marshes, between two seas.

Christmas cards, cake and catching up.

Life at the Presbytere has moved into the slow lane this month.
Not for us the hurly burly of Christmas shopping, bright lights and parties, we’re hibernating indoors where it’s cosy and warm and the air is scented by wonderful aromas of baking cakes and pies, mingled with the delicious smell of wood smoke.
Instead of an elaborately decorated Christmas cake, this year, I've opted to bake a lighter, less dense Dundee cake.

Packed with cherries, currants, raisins, cranberries and orange and lemon peel, (soaked overnight in Scotch Whiskey) and simply decorated with whole blanched almonds it will be the perfect light bite to serve for afternoon tea.
Delia’s recipe of course.

We recently had two new wood burning stoves installed, one in the sitting room and the other in the library/tv room.

The SP is in charge of keeping the home fires burning and he has named them Big Bertha and Mini Me.

Outside, a winter’s worth of logs stand stacked and ready.
Cards from family and friends wishing us “Happy Holidays” & “Seasons Greetings” are arriving daily.

I always enjoy catching up with their news if there’s a letter included with the card.
Whose daughter or son has married this year, who has become a grandparent for the first time, or the seventh in the case of one set of friends! Vacations enjoyed; homes bought and sold, sitting quietly with a mug of hot pomegranate tea and a bite of spicy Lebkuchen, whilst listening to a CD of Christmas music, I'm content to absorb it all.
Not all the news comes via La Poste.
I catch up with the younger members of my extended Northern family on Facebook.
Cousin Kay who was diagnosed with breast cancer in May of this year, she had her final chemo last month, posted this on her Facebook page on Friday.

Love you, Kay.

Linking this post to Mosaic Monday with Mary @ the little red house 

and Floss at Troc, Broc and Recup for a Pause in Advent.

A Sunday walk on the wild side.

Today was one of those days when you thank goodness that you had your camera in your pocket.

Strolling with Ben down a favourite path, I had stopped to take some shots of the flooded fields when who should come splashing across them but Bambi, or could it be Rudolph?
He was too far away for me see how red his nose was!

I'll let the pictures tell the story.

As you can see I've been playing with the PicMonkey again, trying out the different effects and editing tools.

It's unusual for the fields to flood this early in the winter, January/February are the months when we're used to seeing scenes like this, but I've never met Bambi in Normandy before!

Linking this post to Mary's Mosaic Monday @ the little red house

 and 

Watery Wednesday.

Driving home we were surprised to see this cow ambling along the verge.

Well they do say the grass is always greener..................................

Bon dimanche à toutes et tous.