Thanksgiving Comes Again

The year has turned it's circle,

The seasons come and go.

The harvest is all gathered in,

And chilly north wind blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields their yellow grain.

So open wide the doorway,

Thanksgiving comes again.

 Wishing my dear friends

A Blessed Thanksgiving.

                          Connie 

Stepping Back In time With Jesse

Welcome to my simple place, 
a special space I cherished so.
As I peer out my window
fading light brings back precious memory's
of days gone by.

Memory's of a young girls dreams, hopes and fears,
 Days filled with simple tasks, 
rewarded with simple treasures.
Days filled with writing letters and stitching samplers
and day dreaming of what the future would bring.
 
Oh, how I loved my special place, this room, I called my own.
Where I dared to be more than a simple girl, 
I could be more than just Jesse
I could be "me".

 Please come in, sit awhile, 
experience the freshness
of days gone by.

Jesse's room is located at the top of the stairs
at Woodmist Hideout
Come by for a visit.