November was “gratitude month” on Facebook, with many people writing a daily item for which they were grateful. I enjoyed reading them.
The practice of making lists is good, especially in preparing a Thanksgiving meal. And sometimes, in matters of faith and reflection, one must resist the mechanical nature of the list.
I don’t know who left their tired, old Chrysanthemums in a pile of leaves on The Farm road, but I’ve admired them on many late autumn afternoons.
I am glad there is still mystery in this world.