We went on an adventure for this Thanksgiving that we had been wishing to have for the last thirty-seven years. I was hoping for more snow than the little sprinkling we found as I had taken a photo back in 1978 that was a snowy sunset across the valley floor. (I must take that slide in and have it put on a disk.) This is what we found instead.
Yosemite Valley Floor
Be careful what you wish for. The valley was there and had a nice heavy fog nestled amongst the trees. Look closer; in the shadows. The Pines in the valley are dying. The colors you see there are not deciduous trees, but dead Pine trees. Dead, due to drought, and the Pine Bark Beetle. It was an amazing sight but it left me sad and that is why I must get that old slide in a more printable format.
We would get up early every morning and go out for a walk. It was quiet and there wasn’t hardly anyone else out walking. The trees, fallen leaves, and grasses were sparkling with tiny ice crystals. It gave us a true feeling of just how close we live to the availability to reach out and touch some of the most beautiful parks in nature.
Enchanting Walk To Mirror Lake
I’m glad we were able to go and spend the holiday in Yosemite but, truth be told, we missed our family and time spent around a table with familiar faces and inside jokes. We won’t miss it next year. I hope you all had a memorable Thanksgiving, just the kind you had wished for.
I know it’s early, but I hope everyone reading this has a Splendid Thanksgiving. I know that these turkeys will have a Happy Thanksgiving running about the hills where I live. They are wild, free, and hanging with friends.
I know it may seem funny, but I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. The world seems so foreign sometimes, to what I remember it being just a short time ago. I have found myself counting my blessings in recent weeks and wondering too, about some very simple things in life.
Last Flowers of the Season
I wonder where little animals go when it is terribly stormy outside. I then feel blessed that I am safe and sound in my surroundings. There are so many people on this planet that are lost and displaced. I need to remember them and with that, feel grateful for all I have.
This is Where the Little Bugs Hide
Thanksgiving is at my house this year. I can’t wait for my young adults to spend time together and find more memories to share. Life is about these shared times. It is these simple pleasures in life that I love so very much.
We Don’t Think of Turkeys as Being Colorful but They Are
I hope all of you have a blessed Thanksgiving. It’s only a week away!
That’s not a very original title, now is it, given this is the week of Thanksgiving. I’m going with it because I have so much to be thankful for. I gave the eulogy last Saturday at my mother’s celebration of life. I did not realize the weight that I was carrying around in anticipation of fulfilling my duties in this regard. I feel light as a feather, except for those odds and ends that I still must look after. Light as a feather, as if I could fly. So here is the photo that popped in my mind when I thought about having photos of feathers. It was a lovely day that we spent in Monet’s Gardens and I remember it well.
Bird in Monet’s Garden
The truth is, you don’t need to go to France to be filled with the wonder and the beauty that surrounds us everywhere. I took this shot last Sunday in the Napa Valley. It was an amazing day. It was different than Monet’s Garden but equally as lovely and well-tended.
The Covering of Fall in the Napa Valley
So I am hoping that everyone who reads this blog has the loveliest of Thanksgivings ever. We do have so much to be thankful for.