“although i dress like this for thanksgiving every year, each year is a little different from the one before.”
“and of course, there are the iconoclasts among us, who insist on doing it their way — what’ s a liquid amber to do?”
“the good thing though, on this quiet day, is that there’s less smog which makes the sun sparkle in the ocean air.”
“i’m a ‘ginger’.”
the moon had nothing to say, yet in its silence it led the palms in a prayer (do atheists pray?)
“we are the lollipop league,” giggled the stand of eucalyptus (“the wizard of oz” being one of their favorite movies.)
“it took me ABSOLUTELY forever to get these leaves arrayed just so. ”
“i don’t believe that fancy-nancy leaf-turning act for a minute,” groused the magnolia, regardless of the prevailing evidence to the contrary.
“i don’t care what you believe,” said the resplendent liquidambar styraciflua, “my happiness does not depend upon your approval.” and with a flounce of her red leaves in the autumn wind she stood magnificent on thanksgiving day.