Thanksgiving Day.

Out in the garden this morning seeing how many more leaves to rake up, I was delighted to see this single yellow bloom, on a Chrysanthemum that I had kept from last year. It is the last bright colour in the garden now.


For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson