We’re taking the rest of this week off to prepare for, celebrate and recover from Thanksgiving while being socially distant and Zooming with family and friends. And to start going through all the holiday decorations we now wish we had packed away more carefully but were sick of looking at, so we threw into many unmarked boxes. Many unmarked boxes.
What a strange Thanksgiving this is, and let’s hope it’s the last one like it. But even with the world as it is right now, we’re grateful for so much – like you and your support! We’re wishing you a safe, healthy, happy holiday.
XOXO The Team
Thanksgiving, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hang about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
And conquers if we let it.
There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born in 1850 in Wisconsin. Her collections include Poems of Passion (W. B. Conkey Company, 1883) and Poems of Peace (Gay & Bird, 1906).