Around the Next Bend...

This has been a week for cleaning.  Next week will be a week for cooking.

  I had rather be cleaning!   Actually, I can think of a couple of things 

I had rather be doing other  than cooking or cleaning!  But, it is always

 great fun when the kids all gather round for Thanksgiving Day. 

 We have all been blessed and are truly thankful for all those blessings.    

It was such a beautiful, warm and sunny, week that I could hardly

 stand to stay inside.  I kept wanting to just bolt out the door and forget 

all about the dusting and mopping.  Millie didn't help matters any, either,

 when she kept going from window to window staring at me through

 the glass.  I know what she would have said if she could talk.  In the

 end, she would win, the cleaning would lose, and away we would go.  

One never knows what might be waiting just around the next bend.  We are good with whatever it might be as long as it is friend and not foe.  The calves sometimes want to play with Millie, but I have trained her not to participate in their play.

And, around the next bend there was the buck we had been seeing

 quite often.  He wasn't afraid of us at all and allowed me to take a

 dozen pictures.  He may have just wanted to show off that nice rack.
  He is definitely a nice eight-point buck, and would be a nice trophy
for some hunter to take home.  

These were the same girls that we had encountered 

a little earlier.  It hadn't taken them long to make their

way over to fresh hay that had been rolled out.  (Say, 

that hay looks mighty good, even if I do say so myself,

almost as good as shredded wheat.) 

  

From every book I read there is usually something that is 

especially meaningful to me.  From O Rugged Land of Gold 

written by Martha Martin (and recommended by bogger 

friend, Rose), it was this passage, which seems so 

appropriate at this time of year.

"I was raised in a religious home, but I had to live in the wilderness to

 experience the meaning of faith.  In the States, I accepted what my

 people believed, conformed to what was prescribed, and bothered my

  head no further.  Here the slate is wiped clean of all creeds and doctrines;

faith is stripped down to the fundamentals; and it becomes clear that 

 all religion is no more and no less than the human soul reaching out to

 the Creator; that the individual, alone, of his own free will and accord,

 must do the reaching.  For me contact with God comes through his creation;

 the forests and the hills, the winds and the tides, the birds of the air, the

 creeping things upon the earth and the fishes in the sea, the starry heavens,

 the loyalty of a friend, love and devotion, faith and work, honor and awe."

devotion, faith and work, honor and awe."

I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving..

Until next time,

Mary