This being Thanksgiving weekend and all, it’s the time when we’re supposed to think about the things in our lives for which we are thankful.
I’ve never had any trouble doing that; there are so many gifts and blessings that make life good! But this year especially so. While it has made for a very busy holiday weekend, I have to say it seems appropriate that it has been Thanksgiving when Raymond and I have officially made Queensborough our full-time address. Our Queensborough adventure at the Manse, begun rather tentatively close to two years ago, is one thing in my life for which I am profoundly thankful. (Another, of course, being Raymond!) We have met so many kind and interesting people here, and have had so much fun discovering (and sometimes, in my case, since I grew up here, rediscovering) “the country north of Belleville,” as poet Al Purdy so perfectly put it. Discovering it in all its beauty, stark and wild and rocky though that beauty may sometimes be.
Which Is why I’m using this photo of a tree a bit east of Queensborough in full-to-bursting fall colour as an illustration for this post. When you look at it, how can you not be filled with thanks and gratitude “for the beauty of the earth,” as the old hymn says?
And particularly for the lovely little corner of that earth where Raymond and I now officially find ourselves.