Tuesday, November 1, 2016

When Thankful is a Choice

It seems so easy to be thankful when life trucks along without potholes, detours, bumps, or random unexpected wildlife (I'm talkin' deer and such, folks).

This has been a hard year for me, relationally, physically, and "heart-ly."  But I've always loved November 1-----the day that marks my favorite month.

The weather is by now certainly changing.  This year I feel colder than most--perhaps it is the ongoing recovery from surgery and all that entailed.

The leaves are gorgeous.  One sad note----when we moved in here ten years ago there were about a dozen trees that gave fantastic shade, one being outside my bedroom window.  I loved to see the leaves dancing by shadow through my blinds.

Last week all those trees were cut down, a necessary evil due to a foolish choice of someone to kill weeds by the trees-----with the wrong pesticide.  For the past four years or so these trees have been non-leaf bearing at the upper half of the trees.
I get furious thinking about it-----I mean, who'd want to kill a TREE?
I believe I know who did it.  He was just trying to do his job but was in over his head regarding husbandry.

I told the manager of the complex that while I am still saddened by the loss of the trees (those years ago), I can see the wisdom of having them cut down.  Everything looks shiny and airy now.  Best of all, the "deadness" is gone.  Yes, I miss the leaves----but not the constant reminder (via dead limbs) of what was once beautiful, green, and lush.
Some things must be cut out, I guess.

And though I don't understand the correlation in my life, I choose to be thankful, for One wiser than I is not finished yet and alone can breathe life into what seems dead.

Here are a few new pics...

Finally caught Faith with her mousie----she really worries that toy at times.
 
 

Knitted and felted (fulled) mice, incomplete, for a friend's son.
 

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