November's snow is often just come and go
Photo by J. Harrington
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One of these days, probably sooner than I'd like, snow will arrive and stay. For now, I'm enjoying the added contrast it provides the countryside, then watching the melt. I'm thankful that there was no Halloween blizzard this year and that the coming and going of the snow is starting to get me to slow down and focus better. In fact, if I hadn't successfully given up New Year's resolutions years ago as a New Year's resolution, slowing down and focusing better might be a worthwhile resolution for next year. Maybe someone can give me those two adjustments for Christmas. Did you know it's only five weeks until Christmas Eve? I've started on my Christmas shopping already, so I've that to be thankful for and will be even more so when finished.
our very own "Charlie Brown Christmas tree"
Photo by J. Harrington
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Soon, it will be time to get this year's Christmas tree. Last year we cut one of our own pines to decorate. We're planning on doing the same this year. I'm thankful we live somewhere we can do that. About a decade ago we cut down a blue spruce. Never have I dealt with such stiff, sharp needles on a Christmas tree. I'm thankful I remembered that lesson. Before we can do that, however, I need to repair the tree stand. With luck, I'll get to be thankful I could find the pieces needed to fix it.
Although we haven't mentioned it much, we're thankful that November is Native American Heritage Month. N. Scott Momaday's poem lists many reasons to be thankful, don't you think?
The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
I am a feather on the bright skyI am the blue horse that runs in the plainI am the fish that rolls, shining, in the waterI am the shadow that follows a childI am the evening light, the lustre of meadowsI am an eagle playing with the windI am a cluster of bright beadsI am the farthest starI am the cold of dawnI am the roaring of the rainI am the glitter on the crust of the snowI am the long track of the moon in a lakeI am a flame of four colorsI am a deer standing away in the duskI am a field of sumac and the pomme blancheI am an angle of geese in the winter skyI am the hunger of a young wolfI am the whole dream of these thingsYou see, I am alive, I am aliveI stand in good relation to the earthI stand in good relation to the godsI stand in good relation to all that is beautifulI stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainteYou see, I am alive, I am alive
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