Halleluiah

Halleluiah, after three back-to-back performances of the Messiah, the North Grenville choir were applauded with standing ovations and tears of elation. I’m proud to be a member of such a dedicated bunch of choristers.

With the holiday season nearly upon us, I’m wandering from here to there selling books. I can’t believe how quickly Snow Business sold. Here I am just weeks from Christmas and only two copies left. I suppose that’s better than having piles of them in my cupboard but I really am sorry I will disappoint those who might have liked it for a young one for Christmas.  I will stock up in the new year. I can’t believe it will be 2012. Our old house in the country turns 100 and with several generations that have passed through it holds a wealth of stories. Maybe my next collection of short stories should be based on Farmer’s Cottage. Even the story of the house name is worthy of telling. Apparently when the area was settled there were two families on this road and the son of the other farm prospered and displayed his success by building a large red brick house in 1910. Not to be outdone the son of the pioneer that settled this property in 1840 also built in 1912 but made his house (mine) a foot longer and wider than his rival and called it spitefully Farmer’s Cottage and imbedded a plaque to announce this to all. Well we have no facts to substantiate this fable but we love it none-the-less.

The weather is remarkably warm for December but I did get out trying to capture elusive shots of ice crystals – I’m not really succeeding – will have to stop by the photo shop for some tips.