Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

              Song For Autumn

In the deep fall
    don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
    the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
    freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
    warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
    inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
    the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
    vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
    its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
    the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

                                                        Mary Oliver

We've started the countdown to T-Day.  Turkeys are defrosting, shopping is done, beds are all made and waiting for company to arrive, and the kitchen is ready for a day of baking. 

Happy Thanksgiving, Friends.

1 comment:

  1. Great song. Sounds like you've got it all under control. Have a great Thanksgiving.

    As for your question about the gourds, there's no way I could have made something that nice. I cheated and got the picture from the internet. I'd love to find something like that to buy though.


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