Every day should be Thanksgiving. No, that doesn’t mean we should stuff ourselves with a turkey stuffed with–well, stuffing, along with yams, cranberries, and pumpkin pie on a daily basis. Nor should we routinely park in front of the television after being so gorged for a marathon session of football-viewing. And it certainly doesn’t mean it is a good idea to rush out to the nearest megastore or shopping mall immediately following the above activities every day to join the throngs looking for bargains, or simply getting an early start on seasonal shopping!
What I do mean is this. There is so much around us in this marvelous world of ours that is worthy of our notice, appreciation, and thanks. Take a look at a bare tree (those of you who live in northern climates). See those little buds? Yes, those are next year’s leaves, waiting for the right moment to unfurl. If that isn’t miraculous, I don’t know what is. And think about a fragile little butterfly. In the fall, it makes an arduous trek all the way to Mexico or another warm spot where it spends the winter–before mating and returning north in the spring. Once back, the female lays her eggs on only one type of plant–a milkweed–because it’s the only one whose leaves her offspring will eat.
There’s so much more. An ultrasound picture of a yet-to-be-born grandchild at the age of about 13 weeks thumb-sucking. Bright, sunny, unseasonably warm weather when we don’t have to go to work. I could go on and on, but the brilliant warmth outside is calling me. . .