A Natural Observance

...It's like, things are on fire one minute....

... though inevitably the fire's quenched...

and, though not ever wicked, the most blameless things begin to melt.

(sunflower)

demonstrating that it always seems untimely.

Though memoriam remain....

things go on, naturally.

Renewal is a true constant.

True, there is virtue in preparing for what is to come.

And there's always a bit of grace.
Or what ever word has been used to describe it.
It is there. Naturally.

And I am acutely grateful for it all.
I'm communing for my blessings, family, modern convenience, and life as I quietly observe.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Love, N.W.