Here we are back, Grandson, Joyce, Beach, California. No white horses, but that's where we started so we will stick with it. However, now it is time to do something other than wish. It's time for action. When you've reached a plateau, jack it up to the next level. Here we're jacking it up.
Celebrate! Party hardy. Now whatever you want to do, go and do it.
It’s Thanksgiving in two days, didn’t we
just do that?
am thankful, that’s not it.
I believe in being thankful every day,
it’s just that time is speeding up so fast I can’t keep track of it.
being a tropical person at heart, I do not look forward to wintry days, but
here I am in Oregon.
I grew up in Oregon and loved the snow.
As a kid,I would awaken in the night and look out the
window to see it had snowed, but then we
lived up a long sweeping road, and us kids would ride our sleds for miles down the long incline. Of course, that meant hiking back up the hill, but that didn’t matter. Hot chocolate was waiting at home in
a warm house.
Then I spent some 20 years in
California, guess I grew soft.
raved and exclaimed, and praised last spring for we had moved into a home new
to us, and with that came flowers someone else had planted, and I didn’t know existed.I felt that someone had daily presented a bouquet to me. And that will come again.
I will enjoy the winter, and snuggle in and write and read, and if it snows I
will note the silence of it, and smell the freshness of the air, and watch the sparkles in the air that are minuscule ice crystals.
Rauschenbusch, American writer, 1861, wrote the following. I added the pictures.
Thanksgiving Day Prayer
For the wide
sky and the blessed sun,
the salt sea and the running water,
the everlasting hills And the never-resting winds, For trees and the common
We thank you for our senses By which we
hear the songs of birds, And see the splendor of the summer fields,