thanks.

Delicata squash with rosemary and thyme. Waiting for olive oil, a roasting pan, and a hot oven.

In case a bit of quiet-seeking finds you on the internet today, a word of gratitude for finding yourself in this space.

And a toast in the untraditional sense:

Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

– Wendell Berry

Happy Thanksgiving.