Not Yet, November

 

Autumn is my favorite season of the year and I really love November. I am not ready to say good-bye to autumn or 

to fall colors,

to leaves changing,

to cooler weather,

to the first snow,

and so many reasons to be thankful.   \

Greenhouse Tour

 

The warmer temperatures and welcome sunshine created a lovely haven in the greenhouse this week-end. Whether deadheading, smelling the scented geraniums, rearranging pots or repotting, it was a place I could have stayed for hours. Take a tour with me.

I Am Thankful

I am thankful the family that could come to our house arrived safe.

I am thankful the weather cooperated so people could sleep nice and warm.

I am thankful the dogs enjoyed each others' company.

I am thankful for all those who couldn't join us and glad we could talk or text. I am also thankful for time to rest, relax, laugh, read, play games, visit, and watch movies.

I am also thankful I have one more day of time off!

The Fullness of Life

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.  Melody Beattie

Whether I am home with my little family, home with my extended family, or home at the place I was raised Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on gratitude. It is the time to remember the little things, the big things, and the precious things in life. 

It is the time to gather around the table, spend time with family, share a good meal, and remember those that couldn't be with us. Thanksgiving is enjoying fullness in life.

 

Today I am Grateful For The Place I Call Home

I enjoy four seasons and find beauty in each of them. Today I am grateful for the place I call home. Around my place there is never a day I can't find something of beauty to capture with the camera. Here are some of my favorite shots after the snow. 

I love how the snow dusted the roofs of these birdhouses.

I love how the icicles formed on the ivy under the eaves.

This tree almost looks flocked!

The Plain Sense of Things

 

The Plain Sense of Things
By Wallace Stevens
After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.   It is difficult even to choose the adjective For this blank cold, this sadness without cause. The great structure has become a minor house. No turban walks across the lessened floors.   The greenhouse never so badly needed paint. The chimney is fifty years old and slants to one side. A fantastic effort has failed, a repetition In a repetitiousness of men and flies.   Yet the absence of the imagination had Itself to be imagined. The great pond, The plain sense of it, without reflections, leaves, Mud, water like dirty glass, expressing silence   Of a sort, silence of a rat come out to see, The great pond and its waste of the lilies, all this Had to be imagined as an inevitable knowledge, Required, as a necessity requires.