Every year there is a tipping point when I know in my heart of hearts that Christmas is truly here. Over the years the tipping point has been different each year. I am certain I am not alone in this perception. What is it for you? A Christmas carol sung in church one bright wintry morning? The first snowfall? Finding the perfect tree? Baking cookies? The knowledge that a loved one will be coming home for Christmas? The scent of pine, vanilla, or eucalyptus wafting through your home? A gingerbread-man brought to you by a neighbor? I watch with anticipation, and wait, and it always comes. This year what I’m noticing is that it was not one moment, but an accumulation of moments that I think culminated around one particular thing: the wreathe.

The seeds of the wreathe being my Christmas symbol were actually sown on my birthday last March with a gift certificate from Smith and Hawken, which I knew immediately I would use for a wreathe, and waited until the holidays to utilize. With the simple addition of the perfect bow, that Thanksgiving wreathe morphed this month into the loveliness now greeting guests who come to the front door. Don’t you just love it? I do!

Once this was in place I found myself drawn to the wreathes in my Christmas collections, though still I was not fully connecting the Wreathe Dots. Next I playfully placed a wreathe I have used at the front door in past in Antonia’s room (she’s coming!), to warmly greet her upon her entrance.

Yesterday I unexpectedly found a fresh wreathe at the Saturday farmer’s market which is now hung in the main bathroom, filling the room with the clearing scent of eucalyptus! Lovely!

I have among the older Christmas decorations a red jingle bell wreathe bearing a small gold angel. This found a home simply hung on the door handle of Antonia’s bedroom, a cheery reminder of the season and of past Christmases.

Other Christmas beauties found their way into my home. The amaryllis purchased at Nicole’s Tierra, with which you are now familiar. You will recall this is where the Scarf show took place.

And a box in the shed revealed this small tree made of small pine cones, of which I am fond, and always decorate with a small string of round white lights.

Things were falling into place. Yet I began to labor over a centerpiece for the dining room table when I realized that a lamp I had installed over the center of the table–lending a warm light over Christmas dinner, I thought–also came with the limitation and challenge of needing a rather flat centerpiece! Hmmmm. What to do? I remembered that last Christmas my dearest friend Conny had found a wreathe one would expect to hang on a door that she simply put flat upon her long beautiful dining room table. I was surprised, but it worked! Given that I had already put three layers of tablecloths on the table, I needed a slightly different solution. When I bought the Christmas tree, I purchased a wreathe, determined to come up with a creative solution. Here’s what Stage One of that process looked like from the outside.

Now here is a sneak peek at how I accomplished Stage One: went to Ross where I have this belief system that I Can Find Anything I Need (and invariably do) and immediately found a very large glass plate, with upturned edges. Then, if you look very carefully, you will see teeny snippets of dishtoweling that I cut up and tucked at the very edges of the plate, which is conveniently soaking up the water in the bottom of the plate, keeping my wreathe moist through the holidays! Bravo! (So pleased with myself!)

But, oh, that center was crying out for something! My Flower Mandala Self kicked in and I saw one thing and one thing only. Can you guess? I bet you can. It’s Christmas, afterall. Yes. Red roses. Lucky me, I found some that were not classic, but more rugosa-type and here was the splendid result!

I personally cannot think of a better tribute to Christmastime, my dear readers.

But what was this thing about wreathes, afterall? Even the faux-fur ringed hat I chose to bring out this Christmas has a circle about it. I turned to one of my best resources (more about that in an upcoming post) and found the perfect passage, which I will now share with all of you.

…Everything an Indian does is in a circle,
and that is because the Power of the World
always works in circles,
and everything tries to be round.
…The sky is round,
and…the earth is round like a ball,
and so are all the stars.
The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles,
for theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle.
The moon does the same and both are round.
Even the seasons form a circle
in their changing,
and always come back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood,
and so it in everything where power moves.

–Black Elk in Black Elk Speaks

Merry Christmas to each and every one of you. May your Christmas be blessed with dear family and friends, a light heart, a happy spirit and much love.

Christmas blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Posted on December 21st, 2008 by Kathryn
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Sunday afternoon saw me traipsing out to Hopland with Ruby and Conner in tow, to join my friends Marsha and John and their two Border Collies, Stella, and Ruby’s brother, Cooper, to the Sheepdog Trials. I was happy as a lark!
Cooper

One reason I was particularly excited was that I knew Dee, Ruby’s breeder, was coming down from Oregon for the trials, and was bringing Lexy, Ruby’s mom, whom I had never met. I saw immediately that Ruby really does take after her mom.

Lexy

I arrived well after the trials had begun as they had started very early in the frosty morning. I had been to several trials, but always in smaller venues, so this was the first trial I had attended that allowed the handlers and dogs and sheep to really stretch out into a large, and natural terrain. One almost needed binoculars to follow, and that’s if you knew what you were looking for, which I never really do. But here’s what I was watching.

See?

In all honesty I’m there to see the dogs. I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it is for me to be around a really lot of Border Collies all at once, all trained, with their handlers, intent on coming together for a practical purpose, to show what their dogs can do out on the range. There’s the odd person, such as myself, who might show up with Border Collies who are not working Border Collies, but by and large it’s a group of passionate people who all love and understand and respect Border Collies, who are devoted to them in their daily lives. Most of these particular dogs are not companion dogs. Most of them are working dogs. While Ruby was trained to herd sheep, it was not her favorite thing to do in life (she bit the sheep, to make her point) and she’s happily living an alternative lifestyle that includes down comforters and biscuits and lots of ball playing. She’s a complete convert, and if I had any doubt, Hopland confirmed that for me. She watched respectfully from the sidelines, like an old pro. Her ears were up. She watched. But I sensed zero wish in her to be out there sorting out sheep into pens. Nosiree. Thank goodness! And even Conner showed not much more interest in showing his stuff. Glad to know.

So there I was surrounded by the most amazing assortment of Border Collies, taking it all in. Here are some of the wonderful animals I met, each bringing a very big smile to my face. Here’s a dog whose name I never learned but I’m calling him Star dog for obvious reasons. Very interesting markings!

By now you’ve probably noticed that Border Collies do not have a standard look. Some are smooth coats and some are rough coats. Some are sleek. Some are curly. Some are small. Some are larger. (Conner is pretty big!) This is because they have always been bred for their intelligence, not their looks, and, indeed, they are the smartest dog on planet Earth. Once you are around them you see this is true. Until you experience it, it just sounds like something interesting. Kinda like whether you have your own kids or not. Here are some more I met. This is a funny little puppy, impish and curious as all get out, trying very hard to be good, by sitting in this folding chair, and succeeding quite well, I must say! He was only five months old. You would want to give him a big hug.

Jasper

Then here was a dog who was watching the trials who could barely contain himself he wanted to herd the sheep so much. This would be what a handler would be delighted to see.

The judges were under a canopy not far from where we all watched.

They are all taking stock of how long it takes a dog to perform certain tasks, like separating out two sheep from the rest of the flock, or moving them toward a pen or through a gate. This is done either with short, sharp commands or, often, through a series of short whistles,which the Border Collie recognizes, amazingly.

That’s actually Dee down there, working with her dog, Lucky. After performing his stuff Lucky cools off in a big plastic tub, as all Border Collies are trained to do. Beautiful dog!

Here was my very favorite dog I met at the trials.

Dot–I am in love with this dog.
I had an instant heart connection with this dog. She’s five years old, and her name is Dot. I learned she was for sale (not that I need three Border Collies, heaven help me, though I’d do it in a heartbeat, probably, if it were realistic). How much, I asked. “Thirty-eight,” the owner replied. Thirty eight. Thirty eight. My mind is trying to calculate what this means. I know she doesn’t mean thirty eight dollars. The reality of what she’s saying is so insane I begin to giggle. Oh, my. “Can I take her to see my friend?” Sure, she says. Dot goes very willingly with me on a lead. I have a huge smile on my face.”Marsha, they want thirty eight hundred dollars for this dog!” I laugh full out. Something must have happened to the Border Collie community in my long absence. Kinda like California real estate. So Dot is property. She’s trained. She can herd sheep. Very valuable skill in some settings. I return her to the owner. Moments of silence. I’m reading the dog. Respectfully, gently, “Do you think Dot would miss sheepherding?” I already know the answer, as I know all she wants in her heart of hearts is for someone to see who she really is and to love her. (Don’t we all?) I would have been the best Mom Dot could ever want. Oh, well. Not to be. Prayers for Dot.

End of the day I return home with my Conner and my Ruby, a renewed appreciation for both of them in my heart and mind. They behaved so well. They were respectful, obedient, quiet, interested. They did not bark or pull or whine or snip, among the best of the best. Color me proud.

Well, dear readers, I was going to close out this post with the Perfect Christmas photo of the two BC’s with bows. You know the photo I was trying to get, right? Not to be. Here was Ruby’s first response.

Ruby, having none of it

Could you at least try??

Oh, yeah, this is workin’. Not. Ruby!!

Ruby getting a little sniff from Conner

Oh, for crying out loud. Finally after six more spins around the back yard it dawns on me what is distracting her. Silly me. I’d just cleaned out her pool.

Leave me alone; I’m swimming!

Sigh. At least they didn’t embarrass me in public!

Love and doggie blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Posted on December 10th, 2008 by Kathryn
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