I had planned to post photos of the Cranberry Festival that we attended yesterday, but we ended up getting caught in a downpour to end all downpours. Fortunately this happened after we'd had our pancake breakfast and we had a giant golf umbrella. I felt bad for all the vendors who were frantically trying to keep their stalls dry as buckets of water poured down from the tops of their tents. It was unreal. Anyway, in lieu of new photos, I give you an old favourite.
I wish my fellow Canadians a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
We are having our feast today and our house will be fully of family, friends & dogs. We jokingly refer to this day as the Festival of PIE-we tend to have several pie choices, come dessert time!
As is my tradition, I am posting this harvest prayer. I am not religious, but I do love the sentiment.
(Anonymous 17th Century Sermon)
Please be gentle with yourself and others.
We are all children of chance,
And none can say why some fields blossom
While others lay brown beneath the harvest sun.
Take hope that your season will come.
Share the joy of those whose season is at hand.
Care for those around you.
Look past your differences.
Their dreams are no less than yours,
Their choices in life no more easily made.
Give in any way you can.
Give in every way you can.
Give whatever you possess.
Give from your heart.
To give is to love.
To withhold is to wither.
Care less for the size of your harvest than for how it is shared,
And your life will have meaning
And your heart will have peace