Monday, November 19, 2007


In this week of Thanksgiving, of scurrying about with cleaning supplies and grocery lists, of cooking and overeating, of gathering together with friends and family, don't forget to count your blessings and give thanks.

Apple Pie Harvest

Garden Meditations
by Max Coots

Let us give thanks for a bounty of people.

For children who are our second planting, and though they
grow like weeds and the wind too soon blows them away, may
they forgive us our cultivation and fondly remember where
their roots are.

Let us give thanks:

For generous friends...with hearts...and smiles as bright
as their blossoms;

For feisty friends, as tart as apples;

For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers,
keep reminding us that we've had them;

For crotchety friends, sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and
as elegant as a row of corn, and the others, as plain as
potatoes and so good for you;

For funny friends, who are as silly as Brussels sprouts and
as amusing as Jerusalem artichokes;

And serious friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle
as summer squash, as persistent as parsley, as delightful as
dill, as endless as zucchini and who, like parsnips, can be
counted on to see you through the winter;

For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time,
and young friends coming on as fast as radishes;

For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils and hold
us, despite our blights, wilts and witherings;

And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past
that have been harvested, but who fed us in their times that
we might have life thereafter.

For all these we give thanks.

~photo Apple Pie Harvest by Janet Kruskamp from


June said...

I try to note my blessings and be grateful every day, but this week for sure. I have so much to be thankful for. If I don't "see" you again before the holiday, I hope you and your family have a loving and fun-filled day.

janeywan said...

Thanks for the poem and the reminder to give thanks. We all have so much to be thankful for.

Hope you and your family have a wonderful holiday.

bluemountainmama said...

i love that picture and the poem! did you write that?

happy thanksgiving!

jellyhead said...

What a wonderful poem! I especially love the line about giving thanks for 'crotchety friends, sour as rhubarb and as indestructible'....something about cherishing each and every friend, despite their many different characters, touches at the true meaning of love and appreciation.

colleen said...

My husband's nephew taught us this blessing: We love our bread. We love our butter. But most of all we love each other.

Kerri said...

I love this poem! Thanks Susan for all your wonderful posts. Blog friends may be sight unseen, but they're a very real blessing. I'm thankful for making your acquaintance.
Those trees in the turkey pictures sure look pretty. Turkey hunters who hunt on our land brought us 3 nice small ones this year (just right for the crock pot). The wild ones are prolific around here!