Another year has passed in a flash. It's Thanksgiving Day but I swear yesterday was July 4th.

While waiting for family dinner (I don't cook), I took a stroll in the pasture to our creek. This is a swing my father made for my brother and I as kids. All the neighbors would come over to our house to swing. It's funny how your prospective changes with age. At 10, the pasture felt as if I was miles away from the house and the swing was scary high. Now, it's merely a stroll to the swing and it drags the creek bank. I love the viewpoint children have of the world. I hope I always see things as they do throughout life.