When It Comes To Thanksgiving

 By Maryanna Gabriel

"Fall leaves fall,
die flowers away.
    Lengthen night
and shorten day."
- Emily Bronte

an abundance of quince

I have roses in bloom, and an abundance of quince: so much to be grateful for when it comes to Thanksgiving. Why today I unexpectedly found two large potatoes in the garden quite by accident. Yesterday it was a cucumber without really meaning to. So I consider myself lucky at a time when the sun shines strangely hot, day in and day out. Where praytell, is the cold weather?

A friend was saying, or writing rather, and I have to agree, one has to be terribly selective to the point of almost joining up with a monk in a stupa in order to maintain ones's sense of well being given the onslaught of negative news. This morning, just to be radical, I stubbornly read a book in bed, and tonight, I might be equally stubborn and finish it. Selective filtering.

The truth is that I'd rather not know. As a consequence, it's rather peaceful. Fortunately they say the power of prayer has impact so there is a bit of list rolling outward from this neck of the woods. Sometimes it's all one has. That and Quince Tarte Tatin. Quince is full of surprises as it turns out.