One of my favorite lunch spots in Phoenix: The Farm at South Mountain. An impromptu meal of creamy tomato basil soup and half of a turkey sandwich with Tom. The best part? Dining outdoors together at a picnic table under blue skies and pecan trees.
That’s something to be thankful for any day. But especially on November 1 when it’s eighty degrees in the Valley of the Sun and other parts of the country are facing the harsh realities of raging wildfires or snow-crusted sidewalks and jack-o’-lanterns.
During November, I’ll be posting messages of thankfulness. Some will be quick observations like these about the warm place I call home. Others will be deeper stories of reflection and gratitude … mini-memoirs about people who have made a difference in my life or left an indelible imprint.
What are you thankful for?
Mark Johnson Stories 
I am grateful for so many things, it’s hard to name one. Perhaps most thankful to still have my wits about me and a sense of humor during these darkly unironic and angry times.
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Good for you, Kim. That’s a tall order to fill as the darkness abounds. I’ll bet you’re glad to have your writing as an escape. I sure am.
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What a nice memory of the afternoon.
I look forward to your November posts!
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Thanks for reminding me of wonderful memories from The Farm. I am thankful family, friends and my cat.
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You have so much to be thankful for, Carol … and I’m glad you enjoyed my story about The Farm.
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