"Thanksgiving is the holiday of peace, the celebration of work and the simple life... a true folk-festival that speaks the poetry of the turn of the seasons, the beauty of seedtime and harvest, the ripe product of the year - and the deep, deep connection of all these things with God."
~Ray Stannard Baker
If I can pull myself from my warm kitchen, soon to be filled with the aroma of waffles baking in the waffle iron, I will get outdoors and explore the "the poetry of the turn of the seasons." I don't think I will find flowers today, as I did last week, but certainly seeds are hanging from the branches; a ready feast for birds and field mice.
If you have time to stroll in the garden today, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Linda at Vulture Peak Muse
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Joyce at Tall Grass Worship
Me, here at the Quiet Country House