My wonderful children who keep me striving to be better.
My partner; the magical way we balance one another and the willingness we both have to change.
His job that he loves; that feeds his spirit and pays our bills.
Our spoodle, who has been such a challenge over the past eight months, but who is fiercely loyal, tolerant and protective of our children and has forged a unique relationship with each member of the family.
Kitty, good, patient Kitty, the ultimate low maintenance pet, who has never raised a claw to our children, in spite of frequent over-enthusiastic demonstrations of affection.
Our chickens, who turn our scraps and weeds into eggs and give us their poo to help us grow food. I never want to be without chickens again.
This home; full of love and light and beauty and colour and best of all, us.
Its beautiful garden and its previous occupants who planted it - the flowers that keep popping up unexpectedly, the bounty of fruit and vegetables that nourish us and the grass where our children run and play.
Our lovely, lovely dishwasher.
Our friends and family who do their best to be good to us.
The peace that I am beginning to find after far too long searching.
This blog and all who sail in her.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
This blog and all who sail in her.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
Ah, I'm glad you jumped on board with the holiday. The history of it makes it a bit questionable in my American mind, but I do love the tradition of gratitude, and reading yours was a great way to end the holiday weekend.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't for me to go there, but I've been learning a little of Thanksgiving's less glowing history over the past few days. It's not at all unlike Australia's shameful past (and all too often present). I think we agree that mindful gratitude is wholly good, however.
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