Home again from my tour-de-grandbabies

I got home a week ago from my grandma travels, to brilliant morning sun pouring in the front window–a dramatic change after living in ‘the shadow’ of our mountains all winter.  It has helped to ease me back into this white winter and a quiet routine devoid of soft baby cheeks and pudgy hands learning pat-a-cake.

Following the visit with the newest grandaughter up north, I had continued my tour-de-grandbabies with a flight back ‘home’ to Powell River to catch up with Jaxon, now 9 months old,  and his parents and aunties!

God sent a batch of sunshine that apparently has been long in coming.  It made the walks in my favorite places with some of my favorite people all the  more special!



I even got a sneak preview of springtime–


On departure day, the rains returned for my ferry crossing to fly home– a fitting finish to a sweet week of home and family.



Give thanks to the LORD Almighty, for the LORD is good.  His faithful love endures for ever! 

Flying North to meet the new one ( :

Just two and a half months overdue, it was time for me to fly…

and meet baby Tiffany and try to catch up with her big sister, Alexis who is a very busy little somebody!

Record-breaking snowfall accompanied my visit!

It makes for a much-coveted and refreshing snack!

When it was time to go, we almost found a way for Lexi to come along…

But who would be left to entertain the baby?



“Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him.”

Ps.127:3 NIV

Johnston Canyon in January

Every season has its beauty.  A canyon in summer is quite another thing than those same rock walls and water in a deep freeze. 


Now we come well-bundled and walk gingerly wearing ice grippers, very glad of the fresh snow to give traction to the icy pavement underneath. (pictured: Jim and his sister)



Frozen waterfalls inspire different responses in different folks; I am content with snapping pictures.


Others must climb them!




 But though a weekend outing is lovely, my best days are home-body days.

With winter’s progress the sun’s ascent has shifted so that the light slants in through one little window for just a bit in the morning. I time taking out the garbage to catch its rays while it crosses the dip in the mountains that otherwise block its radiance…  

And I find that there is nothing quite so exquisite in winter as sunshine on the eyelids–it is balm to the soul!


Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun. Eccl.11:7 ESV