I'll now leave out the part about arriving back home, unpacking all the clothes, food and camping equipment, and discovering that our sons were throwing a small party in our absence. Which was fine, except it kind of left us with nowhere to relax, as our family room was now full of young men, pizza boxes and game controllers. When it rains, it pours, right?!
So here is where the "thankful" part comes in. Saturday morning my husband woke me up early and said "come on, we weren't supposed to be home today, so let's go find an adventure." Exactly thirty minutes and one cup of coffee later we were out the door! I had often heard that Galena, IL was a great place to visit but neither of us had ever been there. The map said we were only 88 miles from Galena, so it seemed like a perfect place for a day trip.
|View of Galena from Grant's Park|
|The sun even came out for a while in the afternoon!|
At the end of the weekend, my heart was filled with thanksgiving...I had a wonderful time with my husband, visited a new town, had time to hang out with two of my sons and phone chat with my daughter, have several nice telephone visits with my mother, and spend time doing creative projects that bring me joy.
|We can discuss the merits of who has ultimate claiming rights to the first Thanksgiving in November, but until then I will celebrate my own weekend giving of thanks...for all of you and how much you enrich my life. Thank you.|
A List of Praisesby Anne Porter
Give praise with psalms that tell the trees to sing, Give praise with Gospel choirs in storefront churches, Mad with the joy of the Sabbath, Give praise with the babble of infants, who wake with the sun, Give praise with children chanting their skip-rope rhymes, A poetry not in books, a vagrant mischievous poetry living wild on the Streets through generations of children. Give praise with the sound of the milk-train far away With its mutter of wheels and long-drawn-out sweet whistle As it speeds through the fields of sleep at three in the morning, Give praise with the immense and peaceful sigh Of the wind in the pinewoods, At night give praise with starry silences. Give praise with the skirling of seagulls And the rattle and flap of sails And gongs of buoys rocked by the sea-swell Out in the shipping-lanes beyond the harbor. Give praise with the humpback whales, Huge in the ocean they sing to one another. Give praise with the rasp and sizzle of crickets, katydids and cicadas, Give praise with hum of bees, Give praise with the little peepers who live near water. When they fill the marsh with a shimmer of bell-like cries We know that the winter is over. Give praise with mockingbirds, day's nightingales. Hour by hour they sing in the crepe myrtle And glossy tulip trees On quiet side streets in southern towns. Give praise with the rippling speech Of the eider-duck and her ducklings As they paddle their way downstream In the red-gold morning On Restiguche, their cold river, Salmon river, Wilderness river. Give praise with the whitethroat sparrow. Far, far from the cities, Far even from the towns, With piercing innocence He sings in the spruce-tree tops, Always four notes And four notes only. Give praise with water, With storms of rain and thunder And the small rains that sparkle as they dry, And the faint floating ocean roar That fills the seaside villages, And the clear brooks that travel down the mountains And with this poem, a leaf on the vast flood, And with the angels in that other country.- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20501#sthash.px7Sg2fd.dpuf