Where I sit at my desk, tapping away on the computer, there's a nice a big window where I can see a little grove of aspen trees, some ours and some that belong to our neighbors. They've shed most of their leaves, but there are a few left and when the breeze picks up they dance around and a few more fall to the ground.
I would love to live in a place surrounded by a few acres, and lots and lots of trees. But there are advantages to living where I do, in a suburban area with conveniences close by. It's the life my husband and I have made together and while we sometimes dream of having more space, we're really very happy here and make the most of the small bit of property that we have. It's a "bloom where you are planted" kind of thing. There's been a warm spell this week and I'm enjoying just puttering in the yard for a short while each day, emptying flower pots, cleaning up a corner of the garden. Tomorrow we'll get the whole family outside to rake leaves.
Today I'm thankful for my home. I'm especially thankful for this little piece of earth that we can call our own, to plant trees on and flowers and rosebushes.