Happy Thanksgiving!
We certainly have a basket full of blessings to think about even with living in a pandemic year with misery and grief. I’ll just do my part on the weather stuff and you can do the rest. We live in perhaps an ideal region with a temperate climate. Yes, it rains, but that is what keeps us green and fresh. No hurricanes, although we do get some wild storms at times but mostly mild inconvenience and damage compared to our fellow citizens elsewhere.
We easily survive any cold arctic outbreaks — chilly, but they don’t last. Heat waves are quickly tempered by the nearby Pacific Ocean waters that usher in the refreshing sea breezes. Gardens grow lush, wildlife furnishes and recreational sites abound.
Which leads me to my usual writing this time of the year.
I want to offer my annual Thanksgiving poem: “I look up at the sky and give thanks for the rain, hail, and snows; to fulfill our needs as only our creator knows. We complain about the heat, the cold and the rain; but we’re given a variety to keep us sane. The dark clouds may come, but a rainbow will appear, to comfort and tell us our creator is near. We’re given the seasons — summer, fall, winter and spring; each with their own weather they do bring. Symbolizing a beginning, growth and death. But the wind keeps on blowing and never runs out of breath. We have acquired the knowledge of the sky, and will keep on learning, that’s no lie. As a shower that moves through and off to the east, this I would like to say at least: ‘Have a great Thanksgiving and a wonderful feast.'”
So, there you have it. Not too bad of weather this holiday and the next few days. As it should be, I guess.
Hang the holiday lights and deck the halls. We need a little Christmas now, don’t you think?
