Thanksgiving Day, 2011

                     Autumn Graze by Marsha Elliott

Best wishes for a a beautiful day.  I hope you have many blessings in your life and that you remember them today.

                100% Wool, Hung Out to Dry  by Marsha Elliott

I hope  you laugh with family and friends.

And I hope that the evening brings you the kind of peace that Jane Kenyon writes about in the poem below.

LET EVENING COME

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn.  Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass.  Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down.  Let the shed
go black inside.  Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid.  God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

                                         Follow Me by Marsha Elliott

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