“It was a wonderful November. We have had half a dozen such in a century. Thanksgiving Day was set in the very middle of Indian summer, and as for Indian summer it was like a great golden sunset. The leaves were not yet all off the apple trees, and the dandelions had come up to see what it was all about, and they made the ground golden where the maple grove kept off the west wind. The world seemed half inclined to skip winter for once, and to call up the hyacinths and waken the lilacs to blossom. And a big bunch of witch hazel bushes were blooming, as if they had forgotten themselves and lost track of the season. Truly one could not hold his happiness.”

~Edward Payson Powell (American author, journalist, and minister; 1833 – 1915)

Shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (& giving thanks daily)