Not my photo, but the gratitude this little sick kitty feels for the man is indeed what I feel in my soul this Christmas time. Blessings to all living things. The goose we ate for Christmas dinner was hatched by her mother on the farm last summer. She ran around protected by the flock, along with the other five hatchlings and when they were grown and nearly indistinguishable from their parents, they were sent to the processor and came home in plastic bags. I am grateful for the life of the goose we shared the flesh of this Christmas day. We also had many vegetables and a signature dessert from the bed and breakfast, Peanut Butter Parfait, delicious.
In the afternoon, the youngsters rested and relaxed, while I did the chores. I was especially happy to see the critters on Christmas Day, even though the snow was coming down heavily. At least it was not very cold outside and everyone seemed comfortable and placid. Such gratitude filled my soul, for my life and all that affects it. I am indeed so blessed. Merry Christmas to all and to all, good night.
In the afternoon, the youngsters rested and relaxed, while I did the chores. I was especially happy to see the critters on Christmas Day, even though the snow was coming down heavily. At least it was not very cold outside and everyone seemed comfortable and placid. Such gratitude filled my soul, for my life and all that affects it. I am indeed so blessed. Merry Christmas to all and to all, good night.
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