Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving. - W.T. Purkiser
O Lord that lends me life,Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.~William Shakespeare
The year has turned its circle, the seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in and chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures, the fields, their yellow grain,
Orchards have shared their treasures, the fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway, Thanksgiving comes again!
