Gratitude

The house is so quiet I can hear the buzz of the radiators

The sky offers watery bands of light through a milky gray haze

They break on the white-tipped grass and slide down ivy colored trunks

I feel a bit in a fog myself (12 hour drives will do that to you)

But I'm enjoying the stillness before torrent.

When the crunch of gravel welcomed us home (late, late Sunday night)

I was reminded, yet again, of just how much I have to give thanks for

I could easily begin that list and keep on shouting my thanks for days

But

What I really want to say

Right here

And right now

Is Thanks to

YOU

You, fabulous reader-friends, continually make my days a little bit brighter

Encourage me when I most need it

Make me laugh and snort into my coffee cup

Cause me to marvel and remember the beauty of humankind.

When I began this blog (truly, honestly, I only expected me mum to be reading)

I had no idea the friendships it would lead me to find,

Across town, across this continent, and across the earth

And for that I have no more words

Other than

Thank You

You really do mean the world to me.

Oh yeah.

One more thing:

Paul Bunyan agrees. We're tight like that.

Yeah, that really is the same booted foot in both photos! Trees of Mystery and Paul Bunyan? Sigh, I really do miss California somedays!