We're still a long way from affording a tree here but things have been much worse and somehow my Pollyanna little self believes that if it's meant to be, it shall. The ornaments look stunning in baskets anyway. When I first moved here there was the ultimate cedar out in the pine grove where the peonies live. In the interest of improving my view he cut it and hauled it across the road to the gully where mountains of tree limbs and leaves cover the old appliances below. The ridge over behind special needs house is the greatest place in the world to watch the sun set on this farm. Nope...I take that back. Behind the dairy barn.
I was up early with BG and Boogs so I went down to hit the pecans in the currently warm sunshine only to hear my parents screaming at each other in the house because I don't know why. I guess they're mad because they're old and can't get around. Daddy actually knows his limits and will sit there and watch TV 'til the cows come home. Mom, on the other hand, is a lot of histrionics. She baits him with requests for things that he could never deliver like understanding that she is blind. Kinda'
Today is Saturday November 30th in the year of our Lord 2013. Tomorrow morning Christians of many sects will attend services at mostly denominational churches governed by gigantic boards with political agendas. This is not how our founding fathers expected it to be when they fled the gluttony that was England. That our forefathers raped the natives and destroyed their lives enough to reciprocate with a big casino deal, I am truly sorry. They were here first ya'll. If it wasn't for them there would have been no corn or dressing or turkey on that day of feasting. I don't think green bean casserole had been invented yet.
Every day should be a reason for thanksgiving of some sort. Honestly, if I didn't take quiet time to meditate about the bigness of life, I'd be a basket case. Been there and done that and don't want to go back. If you're the praying sort, please keep John and Jerry on your list. The part of the story that I always remember is on the road to Emmaus where the early believers talked about how he rose again following a terrible death on the cross. Everybody was mean except for the ones who knew him and had seen the miracles he performed. BIG law and infighting among tribes was common.
That's the beauty of faith, i think. Even when it looks like the whole world is falling apart (according to FOX) we still have each other to share the journey down that road and talk about reasons to believe in goodness.