Yesterday was warm and lovely and blue
and today shall be too, once the frost is burned off the grass and the roof tops and is scraped off the windshield. One cannot believe that November uncoils to its end and still the season is mild and fine. Mary says, "We will pay for this later." I say, "We will pay in any case. Let the warmth continue." Today is supposed to be warmer than yesterday, tomorrow is supposed to be warmer than today. Let it be, let it be, let it be.
Frost on the windshield and just a thin crust of ice on some parts of the pond. A beautiful, bright morning, no breeze. Fairwater is plump and settled like a family seated 'round the Thanksgiving table, having at the pumpkin pie. Out in the country, the land, the beautiful land, rolling away like a dream all night. If I could, I would hug the earth. This is what Thanksgiving should be about. An aching in my heart this morning, a longing, all the way to the edge of the mountains.
I know the feeling.
Posted by: BethW. | November 26, 2004 at 11:11 PM
Hi, Beth--thanks for stopping. I think if all of us who feel this way would reach out and take each others' hands, we COULD stretch a hug all the way around the world. What a day that would be!
Posted by: Tom Montag | November 29, 2004 at 09:46 PM