Geographical Gratitude

Well, Toto, I’m pretty darn sure we’re right here in Kansas!! Yep, with that taut edge of the wind sending the first taste of winter, and with an inch of ice on the water trough in the horse pen, this must be Kansas.

Not every aspect of this place is as thoroughly enjoyable as a fog-fringed sunset and beautiful autumn days don’t last forever. And yes, among these rolling hills and limestone bluffs, winter will come scruffing along, bringing its bruising mornings and thin-edged dawns. There will be those long nights of howling wind, sending the chill factor into double digits below zero. There will be snow to shovel, ice to scrape and utility bills that shoot right through the frozen roof. There will be the bone ache and the drop in core temperature.

But we will endure.

There will also be spectacular sunsets and drifts ten feet deep and the fields will be transformed into shimmering, shifting fingers of light and shadow. Patterns will play among the trees and the creek will turn into a path. We will move like magic on the face of the pond and lake and laugh at the dog while we make geometric figures. We will come inside to steaming chocolate and hot coffee. We will embrace the warmth and shelter and give thanks that we do not live in the storm.

Or North Dakota.

H. Arnett



About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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