It was a lovely meal. The jack rabbit tasted like turkey
and the turnips were the mildest we could recall. . . .
“. . .Our home…, for all its want, was so rich to us.
THANKSGIVING
Had I but turnips and carrots to eat,
stewed with a tough old hare,
and only a candle of tallow and wick
lighting my table so bare,
I’d still bow my head in gratitude’s prayer,
as though I were quite well-to-do,
if I could sit down in my humble abode
and share precious moments with you.
--Sharon Nauta Steele
November 18, 2010
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| With grand kids during a 2010 cottonwood tree "snowstorm" |
*Read President Monson's beautiful message, “The Divine Gift of Gratitude,”
in the November 2010 Ensign, pp 87-90
http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=16f72582ba4db210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD
