I can’t help but be grateful for some very simple things this time of year. There have been years when there was too much going on in our family to consider cooking for Thanksgiving. So when I can cook a meal I know they’ll all love it only adds to my enjoyment of the holiday. Thanksgiving is in fact, probably my favorite holiday for that reason.
When things were a little different in our lives I found this poem by Charlotte Brontë. It goes right along with why I take so many pictures of nature. There are other reasons, but for me, this illustrates what I feel as I try to capture those images.
Life
Life, believe, is not a dream,
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day:
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
Oh, why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly.
What though death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though Sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic spring,
Unconquered, though she fell,
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
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