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  • Pomegranates © Sue Schlabach

    Nöel

    Holiday Greetings from our hilltop valley. It is unseasonably warm, and when we walked this morning it felt like spring garden planting weather, not the season of candlelight, bayberry scent and eggnog by the fire. The woodland is so lush and green with moss and ferns that we imagined this is how Christmas is in the Pacific Northwest.…

  • Candlelight © Sue Schlabach

    Candlelit Tree, Dusting of Snow

      Merry Christmas to you all from Pennsylvania. This may be the first candlelit tree I’ve seen in person. We glimpsed it last night after the Moravian service in Lititz, Pennsylvania. This has been a holiday filled with singing. Tonight I am hoarse from an impromptu evening of carols and songs around the family table.…

  • Mango and Azalea © Sue Schlabach

    A Fresh Path in the Snow

      Today I took down the Christmas tree. The momentary sadness was instantly replaced with the euphoria that comes with moving the furniture around. I trimmed the rosemary plant of dry ends and woody twigs, filling the house with its piny scent, to replace the traces of balsam that went out the door moments before.…

  • natural holiday photo Carina Olander

    Natural Holiday, Sweden

    Someday I’d like to visit Sweden. Either in the darkest winter, or in the endless sunshine of summer. For now, I live vicariously through books and blogs. This article in Lantliv magazine sums up the airy, bright beauty of the northern winter light. I’m smitten by the simple paper and evergreen decorations in this house…

  • © Rachel Talibart from SueSchlabach.com

    Winter Postbox

    A red English postbox is the essence of beautiful utilitarian design in my book. And this snow dusted postbox seems to be the essence of holiday anticipation. Rachael Talibart, based in the south of England, is the photographer, and shares about her travels and life through photography at her blog Focused Moments. She is a…

  • winterberry © Sue Schlabach

    Advent, Bells, Snow

    Fresh snow fell yesterday morning. A nice way to begin December. I pinned the first of Peggy’s jingle bells to the hem of my coat, opened the first of my 24 advent packages—a gorgeous garland of rustic wooden stars—sent from my dear friend in France, and headed to Strafford, Vermont. Who is Peggy? Why did…