November 1st. I'm not ready. Yesterday, Halloween, I saw a crew of men decorating the entrance of a nearby neighborhood for Christmas. Wreaths, lights, the whole shebang. Really? Really.
Don't misunderstand. I love Christmas as much as the next girl. But I also love Thanksgiving and I'd like to choke down my pumpkin pie before decking my halls.
During this month of Thanksgiving I'm going to be intentional about appreciating and loving the simple, beautiful abundance of my garden.
I'll be taking the time to enjoy these waning days of autumn. The slant of late afternoon light causes the flowers to glow and there is the soft hum of the furiously beating wings of pollinators working feverishly to collect nourishment.
So I'm digging in my heels and holding firm to the season of Thanksgiving. I'll be loving it for what it is: a simple reminder to stop, look around this life and remember that there is so much to be thankful for.
