I've just returned from our annual post-Thanksgiving feast walk. It's become a family tradition, in an effort to help us all feel better following a celebratory and glutinous meal.
There's nothing quite like the enjoyment of a turkey supper with all the fixin's, as they're called!
All the very best to you and yours on this Thanksgiving weekend, and always thereafter.
These wise words by Goethe seem quite fitting:
We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe gold ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And watered the furrows with tears.
It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life's field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
–Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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