Sunday, November 1, 2015

Morning Thanksgiving

I opened the front door this morning and my senses were instantly filled. A White-throat Sparrow recently returned from Canada was singing his traveler's song, a Carolina Wren was lustily proclaiming the joy of being alive, the hilltops were shrouded in fog, a woodpecker tapped tentatively on a dying Boxelder snag, and the forest captured my heart with autumn's rich perfume. Thanksgiving abounds.

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