It's a beautiful morning here in Long Beach. The sun is out, but its not sunny. It's quiet, as if everyone were inside, contemplating the things they are thankful for.
My African Mallow (Tara's Pink) is dancing; I got rid of the problem that was keeping them from thriving: ants. Ants had moved into the root system. I flooded them out, then sprayed them with Sevin as they came up to the surface with all their silly little eggs. There were so many ants, it's as if the brim of the planter had legs - it was crawling. I had no mercy - I sprayed them all.
I'm thankful for my dancing Tara's Pink.
I'm thankful for my blooming Moroccan daisy (it's starting to bloom!)
I'm thankful for my Santa Barbara daisy (for not dying and trying to find a reason to keep going), and the other daisy - the yellow one.
I'm thankful for this morning, and the fact that I find quiet and beauty outside my window, instead of horrors and fear.
I'm thankful for my family, with all our neurosis, and that we will be together later this afternoon and remember that we are a family.
I'm thankful for the beautiful, huge red, meaty yams and the farmer who was able to grow them and bring them to me at the Farmer's Market. Thankful that someone is still able to make a living growing food - not an easy, or necessarily profitable, life but they do it anyway. I'm thankful for that.
Thankful for the beautiful music that I'm listening to this morning - thankful for radio, especially public radio.
Thankful for the roof over my head to contemplate my blessings.
Ooh, except, I'm not thankful for that little dog, Lucky, who just decided to take care of his business outside my window, smack dab in the middle of my reverie, as if he knew I was looking out.
Gotta go talk to Lucky's people - yet again, about this Lucky problem. Why my yard, why my window? I should buy them a leash for Christmas and put it on their doorstep.
Maybe they'll get the hint?
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
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