Happy Thanksgiving week! We certainly have a basket full of blessings to think about which leads me to my usual writing this time of the year.
I want to offer my annual Thanksgiving poem: “I look up at the sky and give thanks for the rain, hail, and snow; to fulfill our needs as only our creator knows. We complain about the heat, the cold, and the rain; but we’re given a variety to keep us sane. The dark clouds may come, but a rainbow will appear, to comfort and tell us our creator is near. We’re given the seasons — summer, fall, winter, and spring; each with their own weather they do bring. Symbolizing a beginning, growth, and death. But the wind keeps on blowing and never runs out of breath. We have acquired the knowledge of the sky, and will keep on learning, that’s no lie. As a shower that moves through and off to the east, this I would like to say at least: ‘Have a happy Thanksgiving and a wonderful feast.’ ”
Last year at this time, there was no snow in the mountains and the ski season was delayed. Thanksgiving week was similar to this week, fair and dry with some frost overnight, some fog and some sunshine. Rainfall for the month was some 2 inches less than what we have this November.
This year, I am spending Thanksgiving week in Sunriver, Ore., which is our family tradition but there will be no cross-country skiing this year. After snowing earlier in November there, it was forecast to be sunny and balmy with highs in the 40s.
Hopefully any fog will dissipate and we have sunshine today for a fair-weather Black Friday with no worries if you are shopping locally from store to store. Take good care.
