family Thanksgiving at the old folks home. a Full house. Full home cooked dinner that was excellent. Babies, little kids running table to table. Nice. Really Really nice. and what stood out was the sense of comraderie of the families, having made the hard decision at some point to bring someone there, to say…We Can't do it anymore…and to give their person to this place, in trust, today to see all the others who had done the same. it was Good.
and then a list of errands. Home. feed, break a thin layer of ice in the water bowls. start the fire again, and wait till time to go get a load of Grass hay
a lot of that waiting time looking out windows, watching the Rim where a heavy whiteness was gathering which could come as snow or rain or just dissipate on it's way down from the mountains. and looking here, the light was such that i saw that great Cottonwood stump differently, see what the Goats have done in stripping it of a lot of the bark…i hadn't noticed. hadn't been looking
it's becoming very Beauty Full. a patina occuring. and i thought about how wonderful it is that this old tree now has become this, for Goats. this is very Good too.
so all in all, a day of Goodness.
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