our thanks we raise

This month has been a bit bumpy for myriad reasons and on several levels~there still are quiet thanks to give:

~my tummy is still stuffed with delicious foods.  From a meal that I was forbidden to contribute to, serve, or even do the washing up.

~the sweet puppy who was my shadow for the afternoon.

~my worldly goods are ready to be stuffed into a truck tomorrow; come hail, ice, or high waters, all of which are predicted.

~24 hours from now, I will be ensconced on my new lily pad.