It doesn’t seem so long ago that I wrote the post “Summer’s Gone” and here I am writing about Thanksgiving. In Canada, this long holiday weekend falls in October. Fall is definitely here in all its beauty and the harvest has been reaped. The weather is cooler now and the colors have changed. Time does go by!
It’s fun to pick up the leaves and admire their colors. The ones I’m holding here are from the St. Martin’s church yard where I had stopped to take some pictures. My father died in October 2000 and as the date approaches, I’m thinking of him. He wrote a poem called “Autumn Leaves” which I shared in its entirety in another post. In that poem, he was wondering when the leaves show their true colors. The first verse talks about Spring, and in the second, he’s wondering whether it’s in the Fall:
Or in the Fall, when motley colors seem to vie
For pride of place and honor high
And the competing hues outspread
Their brown, their yellow
and flamboyant red?
All the cycles of Nature are beautiful in their own way. My Dad’s last verse says:
Is not each day, each form,
Each change its own true self,
A rite of passage
In this mysterious scheme of things?
Which then are their true colors?
I’m grateful that my father took the time to reflect and write his thoughts down and I hope you don’t mind me sharing that with you. Fall and Thanksgiving are synonymous since Thanksgiving is in Fall. Everyone spends Thanksgiving in their own way. The main thing is a grateful heart.
Have a peaceful and happy one whatever you do! For those who are having turkey, here’s a poem for you:
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
~Grandpa Jones