Today, on America’s Thanksgiving holiday, I am grateful for opportunities that come my way. To be sure, they are often disguised as *bonk!* on the head, occasionally causing some consternation. I am also grateful for hot and cold running water, a snug house and a garden where lettuce is growing, reminding me again of the harvest, but in a green way, not a gold-and-amber way. I open my spice cupboard and I am richer than the ancient kings of Egypt, with spices all arrayed in their glorious pungency and flavor. I have clothes in my closet–a variety, to be sure. I am grateful also for comfortable shoes, socks with no holes in them, and enough fabric to last me for quite a few whiles. . . and then some more.
I am grateful for family, for my six brothers and sisters, and for parents who instilled in me a sense of excellence, of purpose, a love of education and reading and doing the right thing. They also gifted me a love of the arts, of the decorative, of the intrinsic qualities of nature’s beauties. I am grateful for my husband–can’t say enough about him–and our four children and their families.
I am grateful to be a writer, a quilter, a maker, and to have found quilty friends in this lovely online community. I am grateful that you reach out to me, too, with glimpses into your lives and how things run for you. I am richer for it.