Thanksgiving is my favourite holiday.  I like the long golden light, the mellow colours of trees and flowers, the stacatto of leaves under foot, the abundance in my vegetable garden and, of course, the heart opening that (hopefully) comes as we gather with family, neighbours and friends.

I like also the hunkering down, the sense of anticipation of the darkness ahead, a time to go inside and renew for the spring and summer to come.

The darkness ahead? some may query.  For me the winter is an internal time, internal not only inside the house but also deeper inside me.  The bonus as a writer is having more hours and inclination and guidance to write.

I am grateful for Thanksgiving, all that it gives me and all that it portends.