Today is Thanksgiving Eve. There is so much to celebrate and to be grateful for, I don’t know where to begin. But needing to begin somewhere, I am grateful for this lovely Iris that I planted last spring.
It is one that blooms twice a year, in spring and in the fall. I’ve been admiring them in a garden that I’m familiar with for several seasons. Even entertained the idea of slipping in one moonless night with a shovel. But of course that is stealing. This bit of loveliness that I carefully set in my garden in May did not bloom at that time, but weeks ago I began to see signs that she was getting ready to present me with a glorious Thanksgiving gift. It has been a fairly warm fall here, but we’ve had hard freezes and still she stayed the course. I am grateful for this bit of color, as the rest of garden goes brown for the winter.
I am grateful for my veterinarian, Richard, who is working with two of my pets who have been strangely ill these last weeks. He’s promised to not charge me for rent because I’m in his office so often and kindly puts up with my panic when Peppermint, the cat, can’t walk without falling over or when sweet Molly, my little Maltese-mix , throws up all over the place and is in serious pain. Both are doing better, but seem to have life long issues that they will need medication for.
I am grateful for all of my family. My supportive husband who edits and helps me clean up most of these posts. He seems to know where I’m coming from and where I’m going before I do. My children and grandchildren continue to be my teachers and sparkling rays of sunshine on dark, rainy days. For my brother, Zed, who has helped me through much loss.
I am grateful for all my helpers along the way. Kevin, for recently agreeing to be my writing coach as I begin to cross treacherous seas and entertain the idea of a book. He will be going off on a Semester At Sea, Around the World Cruise in the New Year. With his other coaching and writing jobs he may not be with me for long, but he is giving me phenomenal direction, not by telling me what to do, but by asking pertinent questions.
I am grateful to my dear friend, Sharon, who through her own pain, steadily holds the torch for me while I dig through layers of the past. I can’t do it without the light she sheds on my life.
I am grateful to all of you who come to visit here and let me know what you think, whether by leaving a comment or sending an email. I am grateful for all of you who don’t leave comments but come back again and again. I know you are out there.
I am grateful for the richness of my life … my friends, those I find difficult, and the day-to-day comings and goings of people and creatures who cross my path.
May Peace Be With You All!