Day 118 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. Each day I am discovering new ways that my life is blessed. Despite all the tragedy and drama in the world, I am discovering I have so much to be thankful for in my life. The trick is to find those blessings in the mundane. I start my day searching for moments of appreciation in my life. The events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of blessings. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. This post covers day 118 of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day 118 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 118 of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful one of Old Granddaddy’s offspring waited in the front yard to welcome us home. I don’t know why seeing this wayward groundhog made me feel happy. It might have been because the creature’s appearance reminds me summer isn’t far away. Plus, it lets me know the more things change the more they stay the same. Maybe I was simply glad the ugly family survived the winter. It could be I’m looking forward to another groundhog was. The battle always supplies entertainment as I watch the events unfold. These critters could even supply an alternative food source if prices keep rising in the store. That would require us the challenge of catching one first. They have proven to be elusive. Does anyone know a good groundhog recipe?

This old lady speaks her mind…

This old lady’s opinion is thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Even in the darkness, we can choose to seek the light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Part of the problem with modern life is we neglect to see the small things that make up our common human experience. Thankfulness is an adventure we can all enjoy together. Would you please leave a comment and share with me some of the things you are thankful for today.

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5 thoughts on “Day 118 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

  1. I don’t know any recipes off hand, but I’ve heard the young ones are better eating. My dad and grandfather used to go groundhog hunting and shoot crows on a neighboring farm and would take their kills to the hobo that lived at the bottom of the mountain. He loved it. He probably just cooked them over the campfire.

      1. that’s what I’ve heard…I don’t think I’ve ever had it, but I didn’t know that my dad used to quail hunt on this property until a few years ago. Who knows what I ate as a young child!

      2. You ate what was on the table or you went hungry. There was no special meal for everyone in the family back in the day. Sometimes it was a good idea not to ask questions if you didn’t want to live with the answer.

      3. Very true, except that I have food allergies, so some foods weren’t on the menu. Oddly enough though, most of my food allergies are super processed foods such as hot dogs and bologna.

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