November is perhaps my most favorite month of the entire
year. At the eleventh month mark
you can pretty much decide how the year will round out. I believe in the law of
the harvest….you know….a planting season followed by a reaping season….a time
to laugh, a time to cry. Wheat. Grain. Prosperity. The spiritual and tangible
sifting of chaff and grain. The rich scents, spices and flavor of the harvest wafting
in the air as bowl after bowl of hearty soup are enjoyed and gas station hot
chocolate flow uninhibited day after day. Sweaters worn and scarves tied for
both fashion and purpose. I
secretly cheer when I see a collection of pumpkins in November -those that have
victoriously survived the Halloween season and are now proudly decorating mantles
and front porches helping us transition from a holiday of ghouls to the
holidays of generosity. A solid month of gratitude ending in a feast of
carefully seasoned poultry, mashed potatoes AND pie….YES, PLEASE….I will have
some.
As is my tradition….thus begins a month full of daily posts highlight
the things I am most grateful for….AND…for those who consider these gratitude
posts cornball and cheesy (I’m
talking about you John Lyman) feel free to skip right on by…counting up ones
blessing is good for the heart and soul….and I’ll still love you anyway….
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