This tree is putting on quite a show.  It’s the only one with berries, a brazen red surprise, surrounded by the hollow remains of tall grasses and silver stalks of spent milkweed.  I’ve been trying to get to know it but the wind always seems to get there first, shifting the network of shapes and lines before I can see anything.  Finally, today I just gave up.  I stuck the phone in front of the reddest branch and wished upon a star for something pretty to happen.

I also bought a notebook today, to write thank yous in.  It seems so obvious, why didn’t I think of it before?  (Because Oprah did, that’s why.  Damn.  I forgot that.)

Like I said on day one, giving thanks all month long promised to challenge me.  If all you wanted to hear were the good parts, you might want to skip ahead to the end.  Let me know what you find when you get there.  I’m still sorting this out, myself.