The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway
Thanksgiving comes again!
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you from the whole Blind Pig Gang. When I count my blessings on this Thanksgiving day-each of you Blind Pig readers will be among the words which spring forth from my lips.