I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving day filled with family, love, laughter, and Joy.
Today is a day for reassessment, reflection and resolution. To look around at the blessings in our lives and to be thankful for those who sit at our beautifully decorated tables, to be aware that some people have no table to gather around with their loved ones, and for those we’ve lost, whose spirits now reside beside us at our table of gratitude and love.
Thanksgiving is a perfect reminder that though our lives are often filled with challenges and strife, our numerous treasures are always closer than we think. Today, hopefully we are sitting across from all the people we love and whose presence in our lives are the real gift of this season.
I wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving and I am thankful for the guidance, lessons, art, laughter, joy and love I have received from each of you. I will keep all of you in my heart as I say Thanks.
I confess that I love Autumn and all its glorious, radiant and vibrant colors. I am less impressed with impending winter.
For the eye of a photographer, the snow is a study in contrasts. I love finding that one burst of color amidst the blanket of white that covers and devours the Northeast. If only I could discover these amazing photos from inside, by the fireplace.
Sure the falling of the first snowflakes fill me with wonder and nostalgia but I didn’t drive or have to go to work when I was young so factoring in travel time, icy roads, and bald tires were not relevant in my kid’s world of snow. Snow days were the gift of the weather Gods. Shoveling was play time not work time.
The raw beauty of the snow moves me but mostly it makes me want to move to a warmer climate. For some reason I feel more productive when the sun is out and the days are longer and warmer.
And yet, I am a four season girl. I like the transition from one season to another, it makes me feel like I am being given a do-over, a clean slate, if you will.
So, it is with reluctance that I welcome the impending winter. I am grateful that we get to the chance to meet again. Even if I have to bundle up for the honor.
My Little Town celebrated its 300th birthday, officially called the Tercentennial Birthday Parade. Who doesn’t love a parade? I must admit, I didn’t know what number of years Tercentennial represented. Did I study this in school? No matter, I looked it up, it’s 300 years. We had a lovely parade with over 2,000 participant’s, major by our little town standards. To put it into perspective, our annual Memorial Day parade is usually 10-15 mins long, with less than 500 marching and this extravaganza was over an hour and half long, in the blistering 90 degree, September weather. I know because my sons kept reminding me of the temperature every 15 minutes or so.
People began putting out their chairs and roping off spaces for their family and friends the night before the festivities even began. Normally, there is no need to jockey for space or to put your chairs out the night before, but this was the Tercentennial Parade! The flurry of activity had our poor little town in a tizzy but they managed to pull the whole thing off without any major hiccups. Happy 300th Birthday Little Town! Enjoy the Parade.