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“Blessings only come to those who notice.”

Thoughts about the season: As night steals more and more light from day, I am blessed by brilliant russets, golden leaves, textured pine cones dropping from sturdy trees, and more and more the clarity of stark branches high against the November sky. A new cord of firewood is firmly stacked outside, next to the remnants of the old wood which will keep us warm until the new is better seasoned. On the inner foil of a recent Dove wrapper (the chocolate made my day!) I saw, “Blessings only come to those who notice.” With this momentous election somewhat behind us, uncertainty about so much in our world and the fullness of the coming holiday, I take my blessings where I find them, particularly in beauty, continuity and the love of family. And chocolate.