BloomTuesday

Thanksgiving Mums

Not from my garden but from the vase in my home. Taking a break from the busy schedule we have leading up to Thanksgiving Day celebrations. I do miss my flowers that have all gone to sleep for the winter.

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

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