I hope those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving have a fantastic time with family and friends this upcoming weekend.
Here’s what I’m thankful for:
A supposedly repaired septum that will allow me to finally smell the flowers this spring. I still can’t smell two months post-surgery but I’m doing my best to remain patient.
A healthy and thriving family. And I know that can change in an instant so I’m not taking a thing for granted.
Rediscovering writing all these years after I had forgotten about it. Life’s funny that way. Keep those eyes open my friends.
Starting my first fiction book. Yeah you read that right.
A nightmare for gardening conditions. It wouldn’t be fun if it were easy and predictable.
A dog that we rescued three years ago who has done a better job of rescuing all of us. She’s odd, she’s nuts and kind of the cutest thing ever.
Joe Pye Weed.
Black coffee.
My children who have turned out to be good people. Anything beyond that is gravy.
Hallmark Holiday Movies. The perfect mix of bad writing, predictable story lines but a welcomed escape from the day to day.
Ornamental grasses in fall.
Readers of this blog. The fact that you keep coming back is a blessing even if I’m not entirely sure why you do. It must be my charming personality or the killer garden pics or the ornamental grasses. It’s the ornamental grasses.
My wife. There ain’t a more authentic, genuine, empathetic, beautiful and funny woman on this planet. I’m also proud to call her editor. Editor for my writing and editor for my questionable daily decision making process.
Cursing around the kids. I’m glad they’re now old enough to experience my ability to treat it like an art form.
Netflix.
Baseball discussions around the dinner table.
Amsonia in spring, winter and fall.
Winter. Oh I hate everything that it stands for, but I appreciate the gardening hiatus it provides. A chance to start anew when it’s done. If it were to complete by January 15th each year that would be great.
Podcasts. Driving in the car and being stuck in traffic never felt better. A proclamation: I will have my own by the end of 2019. Topic still TBD. Any and all input is appreciated and encouraged.
A sister who has also found the love of writing. Check her out here.
A book that has found legs and is still exceeding my sales expectations. Even if the journey to selling has been interesting.
The discovery of meditation even if I’m way late to the party.
Being 46. I like this age.
You’re very blessed, John! Now I have even more admiration for you for being thankful for your rescued pooch! I, too, am very thankful for my three rescued beagles. And my hubby and kids (although none of them are rescues). They’re a goofy, silly bunch and I love them. The dogs are goofy, not the hubby and kids. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family from the me and mine in the Great White North!
God Bless You & your family John. I’ve enjoyed perusing your garden & reading your accounts of it. Know that I am an excellent writer with an out-of-this-world imagination. I’ve often been urged to be a writer … tell MY story, but I lack a needed ingredient … motivation. Also I do have a lack of energy sometimes iif you know what I mean. Please feel free to milk my imagination if you ever encounter the dreaded ‘writer’s block’. Good luck. Oh, & I can’t find a link on Missy’s Mom of Goat site … it’s likely at the bottom of her site, but there are a lot of stories, well-written I will add, the links should be at the top. Please tell her so I can add my name … thanks cuz … Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy belated Thanksgiving! I’m now curious what you will end up podcasting about! That could be very entertaining!