Thanksgiving is on my mind…
The leaves have fallen; lawnmowers are being stored and replaced with snow blowers. Summer clothes are being stored away, and lost money is found in coats hoarded from years past.
The warmth of the furnace reminds me summer has gone. Yet, the night sky is clear, and the stars shine so bright, but the chill of the night keeps me watching from within the warmth of my house.
My thoughts of Zombies, Witches, and Scarecrows are fading into the night, while thoughts of a turkeys gobble are invading my brain.
What strange, delightfully, and cleaver ways can I make a turkey out of balloons? I’m not sure what waits for the turkey design. All I know is it’s Thanksgiving time, and I need to order more brown balloons.