Shhh! The Jardin is Sleeping!

“Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle…a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl.  And the anticipation nurtures our dream.”  – Barbara Winkler

January is dreaming time for gardeners.  The garden catalogs begin to arrive, or should I say ‘wish books.’  These wonderful wish books hold page after page of glorious blooms.  As we browse the pages of these books, our thoughts often turn to our gardens from the previous year.  Thoughts of what went wrong, what went right, what would work better, and we don’t fail for a minute to think of – what would be simply wonderful.  Garden dreaming is one of the many great joys of gardening, almost equal to the joy of seeing our dreams become reality.

The dreams of gardeners are a source of ongoing energy and certainly passion.  They are the motivation which keeps us fighting bugs, pulling weeds, feeding, watering and pruning.  Our dreams are nurtured by the beauty we have created.  That beauty is our reward for the many hours of hard work, love and devotion.  

In addition to dreaming, winter is also a time for us to enjoy the beauty of winter in our garden.  From inside our warm and cozy homes, we can gaze through the window upon our gardens and enjoy the way the snow bends and twirls the branches. And, the magnificent beauty of the naked tree branches, frozen and sparkling with ice crystals.

“Nature has undoubtedly mastered the art of winter gardening and even the most experienced gardener can learn from the unrestrained beauty around them.”  Vincent A. Simeone

Perhaps we may see and enjoy garden urns we filled just a few weeks ago with holiday greens… now dressed in white.  

Or we may imagine a wide variety of sweet song birds splashing in their bath when spring arrives.

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?  And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” –  The beautiful words of Lewis Carroll

In winter we rest.  Gardens and gardeners both need rest. Our senses are restored and nurtured as we think of the gorgeousness which will arrive in the days ahead.

                                                                                                                                                                               

“January is the quietest month in the garden… But just because it looks quiet doesn’t mean that nothing is happening.  The soil, open to the sky, absorbs the pure rainfall while microorganisms convert tilled-under fodder into usable nutrients for the next crop of plants.  The feasting earthworms tunnel along aerating the soil and preparing it to welcome the seeds and bare roots to come.” –  Rosalie Muller Wright

Most garden dreams thrive on hope and gardeners are a hopeful lot.  Our hope is reinforced each year by our successes and we we think in terms of another year regarding failures. We always keep dreaming, reading, learning and sharing.  And to me, sharing is one of the greatest joys of a garden.  There is no greater joy than cutting an armload of fabulous peonies for a child or sharing a beloved plant with a friend.  It truly makes my heart sing.

I hope you have a garden to gaze upon on these cold winter mornings.  If not, perhaps you are dreaming of one.

 

Thanks for visiting.  And, may your garden dreams become real ! 

He who makes a garden walks hand-in-hand with God.” – Unknown

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

Photos:  Pinterest

A Rare Gift

A letter is a blessing, a great and all-too-rare privilege that can turn a private moment into an exalted experience.” Alexandra Stoddard

How long has it been since you have received the Gift of a Letter ?  And, how long has it been since you have written a letter?  My answer to both questions would be – too long.  While technology is a marvelous tool, it does not have the intimacy of a beautiful handwritten letter. A handwritten letter says, “You matter to me,” and is an enduring source of beauty.  It is a gift of your time and affection.

In previous centuries, most letters were written out of necessity.  Through these letters, business was conducted, sympathies were conveyed, friendships were nourished and family ties were maintained – despite separations due to distance and war.  During such times, letters were a great source of comfort and a sense of connection to one another.  Lives lived through letters.  And, before many people had the means to travel, letters provided information about distant lands. 

Letters can also become treasured keepsakes.  I have stacks of letters from my dear mom.  She wrote to me almost every day the many years we lived in Virginia.  Mostly, they were a note she would write while enjoying her morning coffee.  Things such as:  “Honey, you would love it here this morning, it is snowing.” Or,  “Oh, I wish you were here, the spirea and the rhododendron are magnificent.”  One special letter held a beautiful maple leaf.  Mom knew the fall of the year was always a difficult time for me, because fall in coastal Virginia is not brilliant with color, as is the state of West Virginia.  The tree which produced the beautiful leaf, the house the tree sheltered, and my precious mom are all now gone.  But her letters and the beautiful leaf are among my most treasured possessions. 

Letters can also answer questions and tell about lives of those related to us, but perhaps never really knew.  I recently read an article by Brendan Mathews, about his paternal grandparents.  He received a box of letters from a cousin and for him, it was like opening a “treasure chest.”  Reading the letters exchanged between his grandparents during World Ward II, he gained information about their lives and love for each other he never knew.  And, had the letters been tossed, he never would have known.  visit here

In our increasingly mechanical and impersonal world, now more than ever, the handwritten note or letter is of great significance. Something as simple as a handwritten invitation, thank-you note, or a note to say hello is a sincere statement of thoughtfulness, love and affection.  John Donne said, “More than kisses, letters mingle souls.” I know his words to be true, and if you have been the recipient of sweet letters, then you do also.  So, the next time you are out and about, purchase some lovely note cards or writing paper, cheerful stamps and a pen that writes well.  Write to your friends and family.  Your notes and letters could mean far more than you know, and they just may become treasured keepsakes.  In closing, I can think of no better way to say ‘au revoire’ than with the words of Emily Dickinson, “My letter as a bee, goes laden.  Please love us and remember us.  Please write us very soon, and tell us how you are.” 

 

Do write to me, I love to read your comments. 

Thanks for visiting, and have a wonderful day !

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

Notes:  Brendan Mathews is the author of The World of Tomorrow, named as Editors Choice by the New York Times Book Review.

Gift of a Letter, a book by Alexandra Stoddard

 

Photos:  Michael S. Lambiotte and Pinterest

 

Inspiring Hearts !

“Hearts can inspire other hearts with their fire.” – Susan Branch

                                                    Japanese Tree Peony who resides in “Le Jardin.”

Happy New Year, everyone!  Most likely, as you opened this post you were thinking, “Why is she writing about peonies in January?”  Well, this post isn’t about peonies. I will save my peony obsession writings (notice writings is plural) until spring.  However, photos of magnificent blooms certainly offer inspiration for the garden world. 

As we begin the New Year, my post today is about inspiration.  To me, inspiration is the magic which sparks the fire within. Example:  When I gaze upon one of my treasured peonies, I am inspired to try and conquer the garden world.  And through the years, I have tried. ‘Believe me, I have tried.’  But the point is:  There are so many wonderful things to do in this world, and each of us have our own unique talents. Thereby, holding the power to be ‘inspiring hearts.’

Because you have arrived at “Where Inspiration Blooms,” perhaps you may be interested in, and also enjoy, a bit of inspiration.  Inspiration as you ponder projects you may be considering for your home during the months ahead.  The following living areas are so clean and fresh.  Clean and fresh … perfect thoughts as we begin a New Year. 

In the photo below, the way the art work is hung beside the built in cupboard,  gives the illusion of doors. Quite clever.

Looking for something different? The deep lilac on the pillow covers and throw offers vivid color without permanence.

And, soft peach on the walls speaks spring and summer.  Although to me, the color transports me to time spent in the Caribbean Islands – perhaps it does you, too?

Or do you have a room or area in need of some sunshine?  Look what the yellow buffalo checks do for the area below.

Oh, but wait – there is more. While not everyone has rooms with such grand architectural details as in the following photo. The photo presents many items of inspiration.  The beautiful chandelier, the special way the chair ties are braided down the backs of the chair legs, the topiary trees in the Provence planters, lovely mirror with flanking sconces, and the wonderful vintage flat wall cupboard. Similar items are readily available today.

And, we can always take inspiration from the classic, blue and white.  

Of course we can not exclude the bedroom, our most special retreat. Notice again, the soft peach on the walls.

Love the chinoiserie toile headboard, bed skirt and window treatments. And, the aqua creates a happy feeling in the room.

The following rooms offer timeless beauty.  With their soft colors they are calming, and invite you to rest.

I always draw great inspiration from finding a color or an item in an unexpected place.  Such as the lovely lilac window treatment in this stunning kitchen. Also, notice the beautifully potted orchid in the same lilac tone, to the right of the stove.

When we train our eyes to notice fabulous details,like those on the duvet and draperies, inspiration follows.

 

I do hope you have enjoyed your visit today.  It is my goal to inspire you toward all things of beauty.  Such as: Talented people, magnificent gardens, glorious flowers – especially PEONIES, lovely rooms, beautiful words, and great cooking. And the words from Jodi Picoult are so worth remembering as we seek inspiration,  “Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.”  To that I will add, often, in our own homes and backyards.”

     

Use your gifts to inspire others.  Be an ‘inspiring heart’ – our world needs you!

Thanks for visiting !

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

Photos: Michael S. Lambiotte, Pinterest, Facebook, House Beautiful and AD

 

 

“Grace Notes”

I wish you a vital, happy, healthy New Year.  Fill the moment and tomorrow with many grace notes and love.  When you do, joy will follow.“- Alexandra Stoddard

As hard as it is to believe, January 1, 2018, will arrive in just a very few days.  In our quest to live a good life, I believe it is only our human nature to look back at the year, congratulate ourselves on what we did well, and give thought to things we want to do differently or better.  So, today I would like to share a few thoughts from others regarding such matters of importance, wishes, and the month of January.  Thoughts I hope you will enjoy and find meaningful as you contemplate the year ahead.  And at the end – a recipe for good luck!

 

 

“Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. . . . Hear the music of voices, the song of the bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.  Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail.  Smell the perfume of the flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again.  Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you.” – Helen Keller

“Health enough to make work a pleasure, Wealth enough to support your needs, Strength enough to battle with difficulties and overcome them, Grace enough to toil until good is accomplished, Charity enough to see good in your neighbor, Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others, Faith enough to make real the things of God, Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.  I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.  And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” – Neil Gaiman

 

 

Mississippi Caviar  

1 can black-eyed peas, drained

1/4 cup cider vinegar

1/4 cup salad oil

1 small onion, finely chopped

A good dash of Tabasco sauce

Mix all ingredients and marinate at least 8 hours in the refrigerator.  I always double this recipe.  Serve as an accompaniment to meat or as a snack with crackers.  Good luck is promised to all who enjoy it on January 1.  Note: This recipe is from my grandmothers Mississippi cookbook.  I have made it every year since 1972. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Thanks for visiting. Please know how much I enjoy and appreciate your comments.

  Wishing you and yours a Happy and Healthy New Year – “Filled With Grace Notes !”

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

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“A Few of My Favorite Things”

“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” – Norman Vincent Peale

It is difficult to believe Christmas is just a few days away.  It seems like only yesterday the peonies were blooming. So, before another day slips away, I thought I would share a “few of my favorite things.”

 

I love Christmas and every drop of magic the beautiful season holds.  From glorious store windows to the smell of wood smoke curling from chimneys. Even the mess in the kitchen from baking cookies.  I love it all, and everything in between.  

And, there is my special fondness of gorgeous packages which have been lovingly wrapped.  I love to look at them and wonder – “What could that be?”  The child in me  always shows up at Christmas.  

 

But I especially love what I refer to as “Elf Work.”  I once belonged to a Secret Elf Society.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Our society had 12 members.  Members were carefully invited, because no member could ever disclose the names of the other elves, or names of those our elves may have helped or were planning to help. Our belief was, ” It mattered not that a name be attached to an act of love, but that our actions lifted spirits and offered hope.” 

 

Sometimes we placed an entire Christmas, (tree, lights, presents and food) on the porch of a family who needed a helping hand. And, we hung gorgeous prom dresses on the front doors of many a princess who thought she would never own one, and delivered lots of bicycles at birthdays throughout the year. There were winter coats placed in strategic locations for the homeless and money for gas, along with a nice lunch placed at the door of someone who needed to travel to check on a loved one.  I lost count of the gazillion loaves of nut bread baked, tied with a pretty ribbon, and left on the porch of anyone we knew who could just use a sweet surprise. And, we always left a card which read: “Always Believe, Love Santa.” Even, if the delivery was made in June.

I can’t begin to tell you the fun we had, the strong friendships we formed – not to mention the wonderful fellowship we enjoyed.  Truly, we received far more than we gave.

They say, “What goes around, comes around,” and I now know that includes Elf Work.  The other evening our door bell rang and it was the gorgeous daughter of a lovely Elf named Suzie. You see, Elf Suzie is Belgian.  She made and brought to us, a tin of Galettes. Galettes are a Belgian waffle type cookie, most usually made at Christmas, and absolutely delicious. And, if you haven’t tasted one of these little gems since the early 1980’s, they are even more delicious.  My husband, who is also Belgian, and I so enjoyed this special treat. A kind and thoughtful treat from an Elf – just because.  Now, there is a real twist to this story. So be sure you remember the name Suzie, because you will want to read (later post) “The Story With a Twist.”  Elves are always at work – even when they are no longer with us. 

But, with all the things I love and enjoy about this season, Margaret Hendley so elequently expressed my feelings about one of my “most favorite things” when she said:  “At least once each December I take a few precious moments to sit alone in our darkened living room, illumined only by the lights of our Christmas tree, and in the quiet, remember the voices of those I love who are all now silenced, while I ponder the mystery and wonder of this most blessed of celebrations.”

Wishing you and yours all the joys,blessings, and wonder of this most glorious season !

 

Always Believe !

Love, Sandra 

 

Photos:  Facebook, Pinterest, M.S.Lambiotte

 

Christmas at Maison De Jardin

” Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” – Norman Vincent Peale

Welcome to Christmas at Maison De Jardin, The Garden House ! 

Today, I would like to welcome you to our home, Maison De Jardin, tell you a little about our tree and a “Few of Our Favorite Things.”

Let’s begin in the living room.

One of my most favorite things is our clock.  It was a special gift from my husband – Christmas, 1985.  The case is flame mahogany and the clock is an English Bell Chime.  It was made by Thomas Lees in Bury, England.  Mr. Lees made the clock sometime during the period of 1795-1836.  Today, with her original works, she still keeps perfect time and her lovely chime is truly music to my ears. 

And, should you be wondering about the sweet child’s rocker, it belonged to a little boy named Mike. Mike is now the king of this castle.

The tree is from Balsam Hill.  It holds a gazillion lights, and is easy to assemble and disassemble.  She is dressed in gold, silver and pearl, and wears garlands of pearls.

As I believe is the case with most people, many of our ornaments hold special meaning for us. But, today I will tell you about just a few, or this post would be never-ending .  So, first is the reading cherub, a gift from my husband. Because I so love to read.

Next, I would like you to meet Priscilla.  Priscilla was a treasured ornament which belonged to my mom and she now belongs to me.  My sweet mom loved frogs and felt this frog looked as though she should have the name, Priscilla. I love the pearls on her toes.

I can’t fail to introduce you to Rocky.  Rocky was on our first Christmas tree, 1972.   He is beginning to show some wear – but, I am too.  He is loved, and it wouldn’t be Christmas without him.

The precious Sand Dollars (there are several on the tree) were found and gather by us many, many years ago.  We sailed our Hobie Cat 16 Catamaran across Chesapeake Bay to what is referred to as ‘Little Island.’  As we pulled our Catamaran up and onto the beach, we discovered the beach was covered with beautiful Sand Dollars.  There were literally hundreds of them.  This was most unusual, as Sand Dollars are not usually found as far north as Virginia.  I always felt we were meant to find them.  So, I gathered as many as possible, and tied them in a shirt for the sail back to Virginia Beach.  For those of you who have been on a catamaran, you know it can be quite a ride.  Knowing they were going to adorn our tree, I held onto them as if they were gold.  The legend of the Sand Dollar is beautiful. If you are unfamiliar with it, you may Visit here. 

And, you must see our garden fairy.  She is complete with a wand and hydrangea petals on her dress.  She was purchased at a magical Christmas shop in Portsmouth, VA – Coleman’s Nursery. Sadly, Coleman’s is no longer in business. Visiting Coleman’s was a yearly tradition for so many residents of the Hampton Roads area of Virginia.

Last on the ornament tour today is one of our many Fenton Glass Ornaments. Fenton Glass began their long career in 1905 in the little West Virginia town of Williamstown. Today, they continue to operate on a small scale, but closed their factory in 2011.  

As we make our way to the kitchen, you will see Sophie.  Sophie enjoys the quiet of the dining room. She is wearing a lovely satin ribbon which once was tied around a gorgeous piece of needlepoint, made and given to me by my dear friend, Janet. Sophie (the name I gave her), is signed by the sculptor – Grinam Niam/Paris. 

So here we are in the kitchen. I baked these  fruit cakes this morning and I am sorry I didn’t make them earlier. We could have enjoyed a slice together.  But, they must soak for at least another week.  I drizzled them with Calvados, a French apple brandy.  They will enjoy a wee drink once a week until Christmas, and are one of my husbands most “favorite things.” 

The kitchen window wears a fresh boxwood wreath, purchased from a garden center in North Carolina.  And, it is double-sided.  Therefore, it shows beautifully from outside, as well as the inside.  I purchase these wreaths every year.  To be honest, I am in a serious  love affair with boxwood.  So much so, that there are around 50-plus of these beauties in our garden, which include several different varieties.  This most likely stems from my years in Virginia.  To this day, boxwood’s adorn the grounds of many Virginia colonial plantations and homes.

Remember me talking about a gorgeous piece of needlepoint tied with a beautiful satin ribbon?  Well, here it is.  ‘Merry Christmas’ is the first thing I see every morning when I come into the kitchen.  It is my ‘good morning’ from a treasured friend.  I have many of these lovely pieces, stitched by my friend – you will see them from time-to-time.  Also, should you be interested in a piece of her work, contact me and let me know.  I will be happy to put you in touch with her.

Before you leave, I thought you might enjoy a few outside photos.  First, is a fresh boxwood wreath on the front door.

Next, a sled which belonged to my husband’s mother, and sits happily under the plaque bearing the name of our home.  This sled has been down many western Pennsylvania hills during its life.

My Boxwood Boys, wearing their red bow ties. Also, in this photo you can see the French blue on the front door.  Many French homes wear the color blue on the front door or shutters.  The French believe it keeps away evil spirits.

And, finally – “Silent Night.”

I hope you have enjoyed your time with us today.  I want to thank all of you for following me this past year.  My goal on the blog is to create beauty and scatter joy.  And, to inspire others to do the same.  Because, in the words of Henry Louis Mencken, “Life has many moments when the heart is overwhelmed with beauty.” If we share such moments, we can create a never-ending ripple.  Our world needs that.

Joyeux Noel,

Sandra

 

 

all photos: Michael S. Lambiotte

“Peace on Earth”

 

“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.”  –  W. T. Ellis

 

 

Good Morning Dear Friends:

Today is December 1st, and quite a special day for me.  It is the beginning of what I personally feel is the most beautiful month of the year.  I had plans to write a post about all the many reasons December 1st holds such meaning for me, until I came across something so wonderful it immediately changed my thoughts. 

I subscribe to the fabulous and inspiring magazine, FLOWER –  House|Garden|Lifestyle. Do Visit Here.  Seeing this magazine in my mail always turns an ordinary day into an extraordinary day, truly an absolute treat.  The Editor-In-Chief of this outstanding publication is Margot Shaw. She always writes a lovely column at the beginning of each issue, but her words in the November/December issue were so inspirational and held such truth, I felt, if possible, they should be shared. She so eloquently speaks to the exact purpose of why I created this blog.  Therefore, as we begin this most beautiful month, I am pleased to share, with her permission, her inspiring column.    

 

Peace on Earth,” by Margot Shaw

“As I leaf through this issue one last time before press, I’m transported by the warm, lustrous imagery of the season – the season of goodwill toward all men (and women).

But in the midst of the peaceful beauty, I experience a jarring disconnect while contemplating the culture.  I find I must speak of my heartbreak at the switches and ashes I witness in public discourse today.  There has been a jettisoning of simple, common courtesy and an adopting of vitriol and blame-casting that borders on barbarism.  There’s no willingness to hear differing viewpoints or feelings-only an immediate rush to judge, harangue, label and condemn.  I know there are terrible things happening in America today-worthy of condemnation-and I don’t presume to have solutions.  But I do know that inflammatory and hateful words and actions only exacerbate the problem.  I also know that no political position or policy (left or right) can heal our land.  You cannot legislate peace.  You cannot legislate love.

While we are just one voice at Flower, we make an effort to celebrate the good things in life – nature, creativity, home, and relationships – which we hope speaks to the message of goodwill.

So I ask all who read this, whatever your beliefs, to join me and our staff and light a candle, love a neighbor, forgive a trespass, say a prayer for this great nation, and perhaps, follow the words of the late, great Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol;  ‘I will honour Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.” 

I believe beauty, love, and kindness holds great power – power to create a movement for change toward a kinder and better world. 

Thanks for visiting.  Wishing you and yours a most beautiful December !

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

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“Gifts Tied With Heartstrings,” And…

“The best gifts are tied with heartstrings.”  Susan Branch

Ready or not, it is almost the first of December.  Which translates to, it is time to become busy making things merry and bright, and doing some of my ‘favorite things.’

One of my favorite things is creating what I refer to as ‘treasure bags.’  They hold small treasures of all sorts – made for those I love.  Perhaps I so enjoy creating them because I know how special it is to receive one. They bring out the child in all of us, as we wonder, “What is in this sweet bag?”  They are most special when they hold something homemade or handmade. So, today I am sending you a recipe for one of my favorite things to place in a treasure bag – Jezebel Sauce.  

I have made this for years.  Place it in a pretty jar, tie with a ribbon and a candy cane and you have just created a bit of magic.  If you use jelly jars, this will make several jars. But, be sure to save enough for you and your family to enjoy.

Jezebel Sauce

1 – 18 ounce jar pineapple preserves

1 – 18 ounce jar apricot preserves

1/2 cup orange marmalade

1 – 5.25 ounce jar prepared horseradish

1 Tbls. dry mustard

In a large bowl, combine preserves, marmalade, horseradish, and dry mustard.  Cover and store in refrigerator for up to 2 weeks.  Serve with cream cheese and crackers.  This is also delicious on ham biscuits.  Note:  Often, I have been unable to locate pineapple preserves.  I have substituted peach preserves and it is just as delicious.

In the spirit of the Christmas season, and because I love to create treasure bags,  I thought I would create one for you.  I am dreaming of a little bag which will hold all sorts of sweetness, perhaps a French item or two.  You know how I love all things French.  So, if you would like to win my bag of treasures, simply tell me some things  you think just may be in this little bag.  You can do so under the “Comment Section” at the bottom of this post or send an email via the “Contact Section” of this blog. All entries must be received by Sunday evening, December 3, 2017. The winner will be announced on Monday morning, December 4, 2017.  As always, I will not be the one who selects the winner.  Isn’t the Christmas season the most fun?  I will be anxious to see your thoughts of what may be in this little bag!

Thanks for visiting, and have a great week !

Au Revoir, 

Sandra

 

 

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A Thanksgiving Prayer

“Please grant us perception of beauty and worth.  Help us look at the things which we see.  That learning the value of life and its gifts, we’ll be evermore grateful to Thee.” – James W. McLaughlin, Home for Thanksgiving

 

Wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving !

Love, Sandra

 

 

Photo:  Facebook

“When Thursday Vanishes”

“On Thanksgiving we give thanks for the gift of having people to love and the great bounty of life to share.”  – Alexandra Stoddard

 

Several years ago, I came across the following editorial. It touched my heart, as all wonderful thoughts and words can do.  So, I thought rather than keeping it in my ‘little book of special things,’ I would share it with you. 

 

Editorial, The New York Times 

Printed on November 21, 2012

 

“Over the years, we have come to love the fixedness of Thanksgiving.  Always on a Thursday, by proclamation, this holiday is unmindful of anyone’s inconvenience.  Even Christmas Day must fall on a weekend some years, but never Thanksgiving.  It causes as much fuss as possible – a stir that disrupts the entire week, year after year.  Yet when the last of the guests have arrived and everyone is seated at the table, there comes a pause, a toast, a grace – long or short, secular or sacred, vocal or silent – that says what this holiday is for.  Thursday vanishes, and in its place is Thanksgiving.

It’s natural to look inward on this day, at the faces around the table, the private rituals that make each family’s holiday its own.  It’s easy to forget that it remains Thursday on the rest of the planet.  For this day, at least, America and Americans everywhere seem to cast off from the world at large, to stand apart for a few moments of contemplation.  Perhaps you know the feeling if you’ve ever lived abroad when late November comes – the way Americans seek each other out on the holiday, the way you proselytize pumpkin pie, the way traditions you somehow took for granted suddenly find a new power to move you.  You dust off the Norman Rockwell corner of your heart, which you didn’t even know existed, and patiently explain the virtues of corn-bread stuffing.

There is an adage that says “enough is as good as a feast.”  We celebrate having enough by having the feast.  Over the centuries, thanks of every sort have attached themselves to this day:  thanks for deliverance from war, from loss, from suffering, from despair; thanks for increase and plenty, for duty and service, for fulfillment and enduring hope, for one generation succeeding another.  That one meal can be so solemn and so joyful, so expressive – always comes as a surprise.”

 

 

 

Blessings to you and yours this Thanksgiving !

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

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