Tater Tot has his laser beams pointed at you and Farley is pure warmth. Pure amber. These are the boy beasties. I love them.
I’m just in from the studio for a quick snack and a cup of tea. I’m setting diamonds today! It’s kind of terrifying.
I Love Your Soul
Tater Tot has his laser beams pointed at you and Farley is pure warmth. Pure amber. These are the boy beasties. I love them.
I’m just in from the studio for a quick snack and a cup of tea. I’m setting diamonds today! It’s kind of terrifying.
The thing is, when you cross the prairies, you can see the cities and large towns sometimes one hundred kilometers before you reach them. They announce their presence by emitting a wide, peach glow into the night sky. There’s nothing to block the light, even when your vehicle rolls across gently undulating plains. The city glow remains, gently beckoning all road weary travelers. When I was young, my family took long trips out to BC and Alberta. The driving distances were eternal. I remember my dad sipping on endless cups of Tim Horton’s coffee while the car played CBC radio late into the night. I remember wishing for the glow of Saskatoon to play on the horizon. Oh how I prayed for the eventual twinkle of that prairie city slowly spreading out across the great plains, sprouting forth out of the night under great green bands of aurora borealis like the wheat, flax and canola spring out of the furrowed earth. I remember my back aching from sitting in the car for so long, my sisters and I drowsy and all chattered out, my fingertips cold from scratching messages and pictures in the frost on the inside of the windows that the car defrost could never quite eliminate.
This time, when crossing Saskatchewan, I found myself feeling all these things again. Our windows in the truck weren’t frosted over and I pressed my forehead against the glass to look out at the sky, star watching and night gawking. We had Tim Horton’s coffee cups in our hands that we had picked up in Swift Current before we turned North onto highway 4. Rosetown came and went. I found myself straining to see that pale city glow spread against the sky, the glow that has always told me that home isn’t far. I found myself looking, in earnest, for the glow of the City of Bridges. When I finally saw Saskatoon pooling against the black of the prairies, I sat back in my seat and let a sense of home wash over my heart and soul.
We crossed the city slowly, I didn’t take the fast route down Circle Drive, but made my way downtown, across 2nd Avenue, past the Bessborough Hotel, and took the scenic route along the riverbank, beneath the elm trees that embrace the road down by the train bridge, around the slow curves that bend with the Mewassin, alongside my prairie river and its poplar laced banks until I found myself in the North end of the city and pulling the truck to a stop in front of my parents’ house.
Christmas was wonderful. Homecoming was sweet. My nephew is the cutest thing ever. My sisters are beautiful and bright. The skating was fine, so fine. The horses breathed white. The owls were gifts.
I’d have loved to stay in Canada for another week but duty called in Idaho so we made our way home. We rolled across Saskatchewan and then Montana. There were owls, eagles, mule deer, antelope, a meeting with a friend in Big Sky, heinous sheet ice through greater West Yellowstone and past the Idaho border and then the sudden emergence onto the upper Snake River Plain. When we coasted into Pocatello, I had that sense of homecoming. Again. And it was good — good to be home and in the arms of the Rockies again.
Some of you asked me to share the music I included on “Songs for Wintering” — here’s the playlist! Enjoy!
First off, Happy New Year! We hope you had a wonderful time with friends and family last night while you bid farewell to the old year and welcomed in the new. We spent the night with our dogs in the Yogo Hotel in Lewistown, Montana — somewhere between Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada and Pocatello, Idaho. Tres romantique! But I digress. This evening, I mean to inform you of the winner of the 2011 Christmas Tree Contest. It was a close contest, and no wonder, the images were hilarious, sweet, profound, captivating, beautiful and wonderfully unique, as usual. We thank you all, again, for your entries as well as your votes.
Without further delay, the winner of the 2011 Christmas Tree Photo Contest is:
Baby’s First Christmas — Spokane, Washington, USA
Runners up are:
With Their Eyes All A Glow — Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada
Country Christmas — Winthrop, Washington, USA
Wrapped In Light — Milton, West Virginia, USA (so tender and beautiful…)
Thank you all, once again, for helping to make the Christmas season a beautiful one, as you always do.
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I’ll pop by again tomorrow to regale you with tales from our trip home to the Great White North and I’ll share a handful of spiffy images of snowy owls and an action shot of my sister and I landing side-by-side triple axles whilst ice skating (whattttt?).
I missed you all. I hope you are well.
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And so! The fourth annual Christmas Tree Photo Contest begins!
Thank you to everyone who submitted a photograph this year, and in years past. This contest is becoming a truly lovely tradition and it makes our hearts feel merry. This years images are wonderful and we appreciate very much the time you took (and take) to be part of this little community. The photographs come from all over the world and there are some that are sure to make you smile! So, without further delay, here are the contest rules:
1. Only one vote is allowed per person!
2. You may not vote for your own tree photograph, whether it represents an individual or family submission — we feel this goes against the spirit of this little contest. We do not enforce this rule and thank you for being honorable.
3. Have fun and be blessed.
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We’ll be closing this contest on January 1, 2012 and tallying votes as soon as we can — the image that garners the most votes is the image that wins.
This years winner will receive an “I Love Your Soul” zippered and hooded sweatshirt in any preferred size as well as a bountiful Christmas package from Mister Plume and I! Get a load of that coziness!
Have yourself a gorgeous little Christmas with family and friends and thank you, always, for being in my world and making this year special and unforgettable — as you always do.
Love, Jillian
PS A massive and resounding thank you to RW who spent nearly two days in front of a computer preparing this contest for us. Don’t you love that man to smithereens? I do.
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