The time of harvest is past and the bounty stowed carefully for the winter's sustenance. Evenings grow shorter as the winter solstice approaches and the air is crisp and cool. Traipsing through the wooded path to bring home the sheep is a delight for the senses. The woods are fragrant with the scent of the gently falling leaves, leaves decorated in warm and earthy tones by Mother Nature herself. The whispering rustle of the tiny leaves high on the tree tops fluttering in the breeze, leaves waiting their turn to cover the ground with a warm blanket before the snow comes, pleases my ears and lightens my cluttered mind. Oh the joy of the woods in the fall is a treasure to behold, a gift to love and cherish and to be grateful for, and I, in my line of duty, enjoy it immensely every evening. The big and smaller dogs accommpany me on the little jaunt, large white tails forever wagging. They are in love with their lives too.
Little Jenna smiles a toothy grin and wags her fluffy tail so intently that her whole body curls back and forth. Charka sings to me, his throaty voice a cross between a supressed howl and a yelp for joy. Robbie sings too. Mike and Joe are young dogs, enormous white fluffy beasts with giant heads and feet. They love attention, just the same as the other dogs and smile from ear to ear when they recieve it. The dogs fill my heart with love, the love that permeates the farm, the camaraderie shared between fowl, bovine, feline, canine, and human. Even the sheep, some of them, and the goats, come to say hello and enjoy a soft stroke behind the ear or scratch under the chin. What a wonderful life.
And so, this Thanksgiving, I share these blessings with you. May you find the grace in your heart to see the small things as the big things, to find peace in the rustle of the leaves or the bustle of the city, and joy in the smile and song of the dog or music tuned in on the radio. May your life be full of harmony with your surroundings and may your heart be mindful of the gifts bestowed upon you daily. May we all be grateful for what we have, not what we want. This Thanksgiving, may you be happy truly. Blessings to you and yours. Happy Thanksgiving!
Little Jenna smiles a toothy grin and wags her fluffy tail so intently that her whole body curls back and forth. Charka sings to me, his throaty voice a cross between a supressed howl and a yelp for joy. Robbie sings too. Mike and Joe are young dogs, enormous white fluffy beasts with giant heads and feet. They love attention, just the same as the other dogs and smile from ear to ear when they recieve it. The dogs fill my heart with love, the love that permeates the farm, the camaraderie shared between fowl, bovine, feline, canine, and human. Even the sheep, some of them, and the goats, come to say hello and enjoy a soft stroke behind the ear or scratch under the chin. What a wonderful life.
And so, this Thanksgiving, I share these blessings with you. May you find the grace in your heart to see the small things as the big things, to find peace in the rustle of the leaves or the bustle of the city, and joy in the smile and song of the dog or music tuned in on the radio. May your life be full of harmony with your surroundings and may your heart be mindful of the gifts bestowed upon you daily. May we all be grateful for what we have, not what we want. This Thanksgiving, may you be happy truly. Blessings to you and yours. Happy Thanksgiving!
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