We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. –Thornton Wilder
I know, I know…ridiculous that I should be writing a post saying goodbye to summer when we’ve had several snows already and are bidding adieu to fall. But that’s me—always one step, one week, one season behind. A day late and a dollar short.
But, after all, it’s only been three weeks since my summer flowers reluctantly yielded to Jack Frost. It was miraculous really how they stood fast against the bitter cold for so long. But there came a day when there was a certain rawness in the air, and I knew my flowers wouldn’t last the night. So I gathered some of my favorite blossoms and moved them indoors where, amazingly, they stayed fresh for two weeks! So I still had summer on my kitchen table, at least. :-)
And, after all, as Thanksgiving draws near, it seems appropriate to feature some of the things I’m most thankful for. So, here are some images (taken here at the doublewide ranch) of my own summertime treasures, for which I am most grateful.
My Thanksgiving prayer for all of us is that we may always have a grateful heart—because a grateful heart is a full heart. My hope is that we may be always “conscious of our treasures.”
As W. J. Cameron said, “A thankful heart hath a continual feast.” So, may we always have a feast for our stomachs, a feast for our eyes, and a continual feast for our hearts.