Wednesday, November 25, 2015

with gratitude

It's been quiet here at sallymomsprouts, though much is stirring in my soul of late.

On the eve of Thanksgiving I am thinking of all of you. My self-tapestry has fibers of you woven among my own and a tug in your lives results in a tug in mine. No way can I begin a list of all that I am thankful for, though I am certain that each of you is near the top.
Recently a character in a program I was watching said, "Love is an itch you cannot scratch with your own hand."
I am extending my hands to each of you, in benediction, in love.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Be well.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

a few pleasures of November's company

Winter birds discovering the newly filled feeders,
leaves mulched and collected with the last of the mown grass gently tucked in around sleeping garden beds, 
blueberries cloaked with the gathered bounty of our pines' annual needle shedding,

bulbs planted in the rose bed, 
chicken house readied for winter, clean windows and all,
sunny, soft days to ease the outdoor businesses of each day.
Oh, and sunsets unlike any other time of year.