Winter! Grrrrrr.
OK not really. i actually like winter. It is that time of year when all the poets suffer from a deplorable excess of melancholy. Soccer moms around the world suffer from Christmas shopping-itis, and dad's around the world drink more heavily as they watch their bank accounts sink into the deep abyss that keeps the beast we call an economy happy.
It has been steadily in the twenties for the past several mornings. Even small bodies of moving water are developing a slim layer of ice across their tops. All but the mentally disturbed ducks have headed for the Caribbean to tan for the winter, and the bear sign in my back yard (meaning "poop" and what not - not a sign that reads, "bear") is dwindling.
It's the season that we get our fill of pumpkin and sweet potato pie. Turkeys run in fear (unless they are fenced in like the poor birds out back - but they have earned a residential pardon), and we never quite get enough of apple cider that we drink till our bellies hurt. Dreams of caroling entertain our thoughts, but few muster the moxie to actually do it.
This year we are thankful for jobs, and for hobbies (like the food pantry which is work that we don't get paid for but like doing. . . . and work is work that we do and get paid for it and usually hate. . . how odd - which is not to say that our employers should stop paying us. i am sure that such an action would NOT encourage morale). We are thankful that we had an opportunity to live with our friends the Hogans. We are thankful for all of our friends at Bellvale, and in Lewiston and for all of the things we have learned from them, and shared in with them, and the time that we have had to spend together. We are thankful for family who we seem to hear from more this time of year than usual (especially from my baby sister who turned thirty yesterday)!
We are thankful for excited children who wake up every morning and check for snow. We are thankful when we look back at the year and see all that God has allowed us to accomplish. And. . . we are thankful that we can make plans for what things may come. . . especially in the '09 garden plot.
OK not really. i actually like winter. It is that time of year when all the poets suffer from a deplorable excess of melancholy. Soccer moms around the world suffer from Christmas shopping-itis, and dad's around the world drink more heavily as they watch their bank accounts sink into the deep abyss that keeps the beast we call an economy happy.
It has been steadily in the twenties for the past several mornings. Even small bodies of moving water are developing a slim layer of ice across their tops. All but the mentally disturbed ducks have headed for the Caribbean to tan for the winter, and the bear sign in my back yard (meaning "poop" and what not - not a sign that reads, "bear") is dwindling.
It's the season that we get our fill of pumpkin and sweet potato pie. Turkeys run in fear (unless they are fenced in like the poor birds out back - but they have earned a residential pardon), and we never quite get enough of apple cider that we drink till our bellies hurt. Dreams of caroling entertain our thoughts, but few muster the moxie to actually do it.
This year we are thankful for jobs, and for hobbies (like the food pantry which is work that we don't get paid for but like doing. . . . and work is work that we do and get paid for it and usually hate. . . how odd - which is not to say that our employers should stop paying us. i am sure that such an action would NOT encourage morale). We are thankful that we had an opportunity to live with our friends the Hogans. We are thankful for all of our friends at Bellvale, and in Lewiston and for all of the things we have learned from them, and shared in with them, and the time that we have had to spend together. We are thankful for family who we seem to hear from more this time of year than usual (especially from my baby sister who turned thirty yesterday)!
We are thankful for excited children who wake up every morning and check for snow. We are thankful when we look back at the year and see all that God has allowed us to accomplish. And. . . we are thankful that we can make plans for what things may come. . . especially in the '09 garden plot.
Lucky is thankful for all of the kids that leave their coats on the floor!! (This was NOT a staged photo - she did this all by herself. . . . dingy dog!)
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