A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

day #10

I am thankful for all the nice food we have.  Lots of which we have grown ourselves: our own fruits, vegetables and even eggs.  I'm grateful for all the wondeful road stands and produce markets we have around us. What we can't grow we can buy fresh and (usually) inexpensively. And I am grateful for all the lovely grocery stores (especially Wegman's) for bringing us so many wonderful and delcious products from places far away.

1 comment:

Granny Annie said...

I too am thankful for many of those same kinds of things.