Our tour continues . . .     Oh, watch out for the puppy! I am so sorry, folks! Cinnamon! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to jump o...

Every year I set up our Christmas village. It runs the entire width of the living room on top of built in bookshelves and expands to the to...

    Oh, look, here is a little sledding hill. This is for those not brave enough for the large one. May we borrow your sled? Thank you. (O...

The Big sledding hill     Here we are, back down from the cliff. We are behind the carriage house now and you can see the other big hil...

    Welcome to Garlandsburg, folks. I’m so glad you could come. It’s such a perfect day to take a tour, I know you’ll all enjoy it. The ...

The Lodge     Stepping out of the warm lodge onto the porch, Mrs. Shields glanced about. “Andrew,” she called to her son, “have y...

 Since some of you enjoy these short snippets of stories taking place in my winter village of Garlandsburg, I thought I'd post one I had...

This will be the last of the Garlandsburg stories for this year. I hope to have new ones written for your enjoyment, next December. Come bac...

The air around the Hearthstone Bakery was filled with tantalizing smells of freshly baked breads, cakes, pies and other delectable, mouth-wa...

I really was going to post this last evening, but I didn't. Sorry. Here it is now. Clear on the other side of village, on the cliff over...