Give Thanks

 We had a good fall weather-wise, and harvest is finished.  The grain is dry in the bins, and ready to be made into hog feed.  The tillage is finished, and the machinery is tucked away for the winter.  The first cab corn was in the second to last field, but the very last field was where major cab corn happened.  For some reason the warning buzzer didn't sound, so I was unaware that the tank was full until it started raining corn on the roof.

Farm meetings should be starting, but because of Covid, they will probably all be online this winter.  

We didn't make it to Peachtree City for Kirk and Lexi's wedding, but we took the laptop up to the condos and watched it online with the oldest farmer and mom.  The church had several cameras, so we were able to see the wedding from different angles.  We wish them God's richest blessings.

We scaled back Thanksgiving because of the Governor's orders, but we were still over his people limit.  Three of our four children and their families were able to come, along with the oldest farmer and mom.  I fired up the smoker and smoked the turkey this year.  We all thought it turned out great.  It stayed moist and had a rich smokey flavor.

I shot a young buck during the first day of deer hunting season.  For lunch on Thanksgiving Day, the old farmer's wife made a pot of chili.  One week earlier, the meat in the chili had been walking around in the woods.  Maybe I should take up turkey hunting next year.

Rudy Leman sent this poem out to his email list on Thanksgiving Day.

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;

Count your gains instead of your losses.

Count your joys instead of your woes;

Count your friends instead of your foes.

Count your smiles instead of your tears;

Count your courage instead of your fears.

Count your full years instead of your lean;

Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.

Count your health instead of your wealth;

Count on God instead of yourself.

We were fortunate to be able to have church services on Thanksgiving Day.  Despite social distancing and masks, it was a blessing to be gathered together.

 I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.

Psalm 35:18