a new season

sigh. well, thanksgiving has come. which means a 'flip' in thinking over here on the back forty. time to let fall go, and embrace the new season.

i am always a bit sad, because i hang onto the plants in the yard until the VERY end. then thanksgiving comes, and i realize the magic of the holidays. i love that we are more family focused, at least most of us. at least me.


and we eat pie. and talk about pie. and make more pie. and think about pie. or maybe just me!


and i go over the river and thru the woods to my old homestead. this year the day was a bit bleak, but just over yonder is my family. i have missed them. i don't go home nearly often enough.


and then, i come home to a new season. lights and warmth and a fuzzy cat on my lap while i read my book. sigh again. much to be thankful for, and much to gain by stopping for yet another moment to thank Him.