Outdoors, glum autumn lingers. Grounds are soaked. Fallen leaves are broken to bits instead of the winds playfully lifting them. The sun has shied away for almost a week now leaving clouds to hover. The rains have interchangeably drizzled and poured. What is there to be thankful for in the midst of this dreary-looking landscape? Why, there's much: warmth from the hearth, comfort from an easy chair, goodies-filled icebox, and critters that get snugly-comfy down my feet. There is much to be thankful for every new day.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Glum
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Outdoors, glum autumn lingers. Grounds are soaked. Fallen leaves are broken to bits instead of the winds playfully lifting them. The sun has shied away for almost a week now leaving clouds to hover. The rains have interchangeably drizzled and poured. What is there to be thankful for in the midst of this dreary-looking landscape? Why, there's much: warmth from the hearth, comfort from an easy chair, goodies-filled icebox, and critters that get snugly-comfy down my feet. There is much to be thankful for every new day.
Outdoors, glum autumn lingers. Grounds are soaked. Fallen leaves are broken to bits instead of the winds playfully lifting them. The sun has shied away for almost a week now leaving clouds to hover. The rains have interchangeably drizzled and poured. What is there to be thankful for in the midst of this dreary-looking landscape? Why, there's much: warmth from the hearth, comfort from an easy chair, goodies-filled icebox, and critters that get snugly-comfy down my feet. There is much to be thankful for every new day.
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