Wednesday, May 25, 2011

One Big Thank You, Vol 2

Great thanks to . . . .
  • to three teachers at school, Mrs P, Miss C, and Miss L, for the luscious box of chocolate-covered strawberries;
  • to Miss J, for the long visit and the shortbread;
  • to Mama Teacher, for more visits and for organizing the meals;
  • to Mrs. S/Mrs. Cadbury/Mrs. Director, for Starbucks and the visit;
  • to Miss G, for out-of-the-blue stocking our freezer with easy-to-make veggie meals;
  • to Miss S, for the yummy lasagna;
  • to Miss J, for the delicious minestrone soup and banana bread;
  • to Miss R, for the great broccoli quiche and apple crumb cake;
  • to Miss C, for organizing even more meals;
  • to Miss D,for the tasty pasta, salad, bread, and cookies;
  • to Miss L, for the great vegetable pot pie;
  • to Mommy Goose and Miss L, for the visit and my own party;
  • to Miss M, for the long visit, the magazines, and the tasty rhubarb sauce;
  • to Miss H and Mr. P, for the lentil soup, bread, pear and walnut salad, and brownies;
  • to Miss J and Mr. M, for the yummy veggie chili and homemade bread;
  • to Miss S for the books and visit;
  • to Miss B, for the visits and coffee.

Let us give thanks...

For generous friends...with hearts as big as hubbards
and smiles as bright as their blossoms;

For feisty friends as tart as apples;

For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us we had them;

For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and as elegant as a row of corn -- and the others -- as plain as potatoes, and so good for you.

For funny friends, who are as silly as brussels sprouts and as amusing as Jerusalem artichokes, and serious friends as complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions;

For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley, as delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini, and who -- like parsnips -- can be counted on to see you through the long winter;

For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time, and young friends coming on as fast as radishes;

For loving friends, who wind around as like tendrils, and hold us despite our blights, wilts, and witherings;

And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past, that have been harvested - but who fed us in their times that we might have life thereafter;

For all these we give thanks.


--Max Coots

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