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Friday, November 23, 2012

2012 THANKSGIVING IS OVER LOVELY DAY LOVELY GUESTS

ALL DRESSED UP AND READY FOR THE FUN

THAT PACK MUST WEIGHT 30+ AND HE CARRIES IT EVERYWHERE WHAT A GUY

HOME MADE BUMS ARE THE BEST

AND HANDSOME MAN PEELING POTATOES CANNOT DO BETTER THAN THAT 
HAPPY TURKEY DAY EVERYBODY

19.5LBS TURKEY HE WAS REALLY GOOD



YOU KNOW IT NEVER FAILS I  DO NOT GET PICTURES OF EVERYBODY WE HAD 10 ADULTS AND 4 CHILDREN.  THE KIDS WERE SO GOOD THEY SAT AT THEIR OWN TABLE TALKING LIKE ADULTS THEY WERE SO COOL, IT WAS A PLEASURE WATCHING THEM.
I LOVE ANY REASON TO GATHER FRIENDS AND FAIMLY TOGETHER; THE HOUSE PICKS UP THEIR BODY HEAT AND WARMS THE AIR, AND THE CONVERSATIONS STIR IT AND THE FEELINGS ARE SO SOOTHING TO ME IT IS LIKE MAGIC.  tHE TREE ALSO SIMMERS.
THE TREE IS SPARKLING, I SPENT 2= HOURS POLISHING THE CRYSTALS AND GLASS ORNAMENTS HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE TOP YET MAYBE TOMORROW.  IT LOOKS SO MUCH BETTIER I REAL LIFE WISH YOU ALL COULD SEE IT 


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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston