Well, the turkey has been had, the bones in the pot for soup and a wonderful Thanksgiving was enjoyed by us here in the Canadian context. So...Happy Thanksgiving to you.
The weekend was balmy, and wonderful in every possible way. Joy! For me, I spent the weekend gardening, getting everything ready for winter(which despite the calendar, is scheduled to start tomorrow judging by the forecast) adding four yards of dirt and manure to the flower beds in the front, having first dug out about two thirds of the perennials so that the remaining ones could grow. Gardening when the weather is nice and when its Thanksgiving is good. I always make sure there is plenty of beer and wine, and extra shovels. The guests who drop by pitch in (literally) and by the time enough beer and wine is consumed we are all expert gardeners, with great advice on how things should be planted and how they should grow. Funny thing though, nature has a way of taking care of this without our wisdom. And with the friends I have, there were lots of gardening metaphors for open space, not least of which had to do with shovelling the manure. So, they will be metaphors that some of us can tell at OSONOS - fact or fiction, they should be fun. At least it was fun creating them. And speaking of OSONOS, the weather is turning very cold beginning tomorrow. It might warm up again, but don't count on it as you are heading this way. I can't wait to see you and to meet those of you I don't know. I really would like to know who is on this list serve? And just to give thanks on this day of thanksgiving and having included you in my thanks for you who are working to bring open space where it is needed, I wish to share with you my favourite poem, and hope that you might enjoy it too. I thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (I who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any ? lifted from the no of all nothing - human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) e.e. cummings
