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!
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.
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 |
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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. | |
There is a simple beauty when sunshine and snow are combined. I had to catch these images before the snow melted!
I knew when we began our study of Africa in social studies that masks would be a creative project to create and research. My seventh graders displaying their creativity from beginning to end.
