Happy Thanksgiving

"O Lord that lends me life, 
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness." 
~ William Shakespeare

Happy Thanksgiving! 


Cedar Waxwing in Autumn Leaves

"Give me the end of the year an' its fun 
 When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done; 
 Bring all the wanderers home to the nest, 
 Let me sit down with the ones I love best, 
 Hear the old voices still ringin' with song, 
 See the old faces unblemished by wrong, 
 See the old table with all of its chairs 
 An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers." 
Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving

Every Season Has Its Joys

Every season has its joys, 
Every day its touch of mirth. 
Edgar A. Guest

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Autumn Scenery

"On such a day each road is planned 
To lead to some enchanted land; 
Each turning meets expectancy. 
The signs I read on every hand. I
 know by autumn's wizardry 
On such a day the world can be 
Only a great glad dream for me-- 
Only a great glad dream for me!" 
- Eleanor Myers Jewett, An Autumn Day

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Autumn in Radford Virginia

Days are stringed instruments and every one strikes a different note. 
~ Kenneth Alfred Evelyn Alexander


Bath Time For Birdie

Song Sparrow

Every season hath its pleasures: 
Spring may boast her flowery prime, 
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures 
Brighten Autumn's soberer time. 
So life's year begins and closes; 
Days, though shortening, still can shine; 
What, though youth gave loves and roses, 
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
 ~Thomas Moore

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Inside The Burning Bush

White-throated Sparrow in the "Burning Bush"

"In the garden of my life 
I'm done with anger, done with strife. 
 I cultivate my own few joys
 far from this culture's buzzing noise. 

 Colonnade and marketplace, 
fame's small change and money's race, 
academe's cold haughty tower -- 
have no meaning, hold no power. 

 Letting go of shoulds and oughts, 
I concentrate on greener thoughts 
and find as I fulfill my soul 
that things spin calmly in control, 

that though events conspire still, 
they tend to bend towards my will. 
No greater cause achieves the measure 
than that of my own reasoned pleasure." 
- Peter Saint-Andre, In the Garden
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