Thankful

It was a non-traditional Kortuem Family Thanksgiving. Why? First, I failed to defend my title of winner of the eating contest. I'd held it for three years running. I am deeply ashamed of my performance. Second, the winners of the eating contest (it was a tie between Dad and Jeff, after Dad's heroic third helping of green bean casserole) decided to take a nap instead of going on our usual walk in the woods.

So I set out alone, with only Sophie the French Brittany Spaniel for company.

She's Dad's new hunting dog. 6 months old and FULL of energy. Between watching her chase herself in circles and tear around the yard, I wandered and stood in the near-sunset light, quietly listening. Looking around me at just how beautiful this world is. Thinking about everything I'm thankful for, how blessed my life is. Even this unsettled feeling I have about "escaping the cage" is blessed because it's where I am right now. What an exciting and interesting place to be, I realized. I can't wait to see what happens next.

I let Sophie lead the way and show me all her favorite spots. Here are some snapshots from the wander.

The red berries between the maples.

The magnolia tree beside the ravine,
set with buds for spring.

The stand of pampas grass.

And back inside for pie (me) and treats (Sophie).
Happy Thanksgiving.