Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway~
Thanksgiving comes again!
~Old Rhyme~
Happy Thanksgiving, Mary Ellen! May God bless you & yours today and always.
I hope yours was delightful!! Hugs 🙂