It is an ordinary morning in February, a skiff of snow on the ground.
I’m missing Arizona though, and grateful we could go for holidays there almost every year for so long.
It was the oranges on my plate that got me thinking in this direction, as I felt thankful for the breakfast my hubby had made.
I’m thankful for a husband who likes to make breakfast!
I’m thankful for the eggs, fresh, local from friends who raise chickens.
I’m thankful for my piece of toast, from Silver Hills, a company that originally started in our area, and has expanded.  Non GMO, sprouted grains, and I can afford it, thankful it comes on sale regularly.
I think of all who don’t have access to healthy bread, or can’t afford it.
And yes, the oranges, cut in wedges, and slices of banana.  I was transported back to Arizona, where I delighted in trees laden with citrus fruits, and enjoyed the freshest of oranges and lemons and grapefruit.
But  the orange on my plate, for which I gave thanks, I wondered, who picked it?  And packed it?  And shipped it, and transported it, until my grocer laid it out on the mini mountains of produce in my grocery store.
What tropical paradise did my bananas come from?  I pray that these farmers will do well, and are provided for.
So it is a morning to give thanks.  My website available again.  Connecting with you.  Take time to enjoy the gift of an orange or banana!

Orange tree in Arizona

Orange tree in Arizona

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