This walk on a day in late November, showcases perfectly the beauty of the season. Gray-ish sky turning blue by spells, the gold/wheat/tan/browns of the grasses, the turned leaves that are nonetheless spectacular, especially against the water and the sky.
The dark branches of the trees.
As a special treat, how about that great blue heron just standing there posing for me. Things like this stop me in my tracks and cause me to exclaim to no one at all (and anyone who might be in hearing distance) “will you just look at that?!”
These are things to be thankful for. Also that the Thanksgiving gathering turned out well, the food was delectable (Sean made some amazing cider-glazed Brussels sprouts with apples and bacon – link below to the recipe), there were no catastrophes, it was nice to see everyone, and of course for the house that has been put back in order and the leftovers doled out so we don’t end up with too many.
All imagined fracases and disasters averted. Isn’t that the way of it so often?
Tall Tales from Kansas 
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