We haven't had much rain recently, at least not enough to measure. A tease of a storm blew through town on Monday that left a trail of perfume and a lot of flustered leaves in its wake. It flung a lacy, mocking shawl of snow across the Sandias' rugged shoulders and then swirled away into the night, ignoring the rain gauge altogether. Albuquerque has only had 3.48 inches of moisture this year, so even a tease is...maybe not welcome, exactly, but better than nothing.
Learning to be grateful for every drop of rain also reminds you to see cause for rejoicing in every simple gift and every good thing. That seems like an especially fine thing to remember today. To those of you who join me in celebrating Thanksgiving, best wishes for a wonderful holiday, with all the warmth and joy the day calls for! To those of you around the globe, I hope you won't turn down a glass, cheerfully raised in your honor.
And by all means, please join me in another, in honor of small blessings.
(The "word art" was prompted by Noel Kingsbury's recent post at Gardening Gone Wild, which featured some of Alec Finlay's work.)