Dude, Where's Our Car?

I’m grateful for gnomes, cuckoo clocks, gnarled branches, and moss. For coffee and chai and nutmeg. For citron yellow, magenta, peacock blue, chartreuse, and tangerine. For lanterns hanging in trees. For all the libraries I have known and loved. I’m thankful for vintage lamps. I’m thankful for tall glasses of cold water, and a jelly jar full of red wine. For the pleasure of walking aimlessly. For thrift store velvet, striped socks, picture books about witches, and for mountains I can see from my front porch. For the remarkable cities I have called home. For fireflies. For my chickens Mary and Rhoda. For stacks of books on the nightstand. For low-wattage bulbs. For patches and old embroidered denim. And I’m thankful for our wall heater that’s like a fireplace and a gathering spot for our family when we hear its click-whoosh. We meet there. I’m so thankful for them–my four, my loves. And our heat, and our home, which is strung with lights and filled with magic.