I resist the temptation of barking out orders on the week before Thanksgiving.

Evie is coming home and I am ready to take the house apart and put it back together to welcome her. The cows reminded me that mother comfort is never outlived. I thank them for their daily support for my infirmity. Nobody understands except the cows and the goats that are in our neighborhood. I never know if it is the birds that share it with them or, if they simply have that kind of personal sense of people. I am a mother and they are mothers and we look at each other with kindred eyes.

A midnight powwow with the new working woman in the house rendered much fuel for prayer. All is never as bleak to youthful eyes. Stratagem for redirecting the lostness of masses surrounding us. I feel like we are "Feely and Keely" fighting the battle of spirits of people. We can take this mountain, with God's help. we are silly in our faith, but God can be trusted just that much. He will redeem and redirect, as He sees fit. Mistakes in the work that we do, will happen;but God bless the people around us and the youth that we are being an example to, in this labor.

The warm weather doesn't feel festive and we must look at the beauty around us for the Thanksgiving Spirit. We are always grateful, but the cool weather we lean on to take our eyes to Christmas. Tests and grumpiness just make us miss the dear Evvie who is coming home on Monday. {did I say that already?} There are no clouds to decipher, so I can't gawk at that, I must get to the megacleaning!!! Se-la Vie...