Papple the Turkey - video

Papple the Turkey and the story of Thanksgiving.

Just a note:  If you would be so kind as to scroll down to the bottom of this blog and pause the music player, then it will be easier to hear the sound on this video. 

Thanksgiving Show

Highlights from Papple's big performance.  Gobble, Gobble, Gobble. 
People often ask me where Papple gets her personality.  There's a photo of daddy turkey....I'll let you draw your own conclusions.  ;)

Lake Canasauga

 

Weekends are for connecting.   With each other, with nature, with God.  With our own internal compass that points us true north.

 

Weekends are for friends and slow conversations.  For wandering and imagining.

 

 

Weekends are for sharing what we know - and maybe in the sharing, enrich the walk of ones that follow behind.

Weekends are for conquests and climbing - not just higher, but differently.  Conquering new things, for the sake of feeling the strain and thrill of the contest.  Because our mysterious bodies love the exertion and the strain - and need the struggle in order to grow stronger. 

Weekends are for jammies and for a relaxing of all the pedestrian decorum.  For the chance to just run and feel the strength of crisp autumn air.  And to smile.

Weekends are for noticing and watching and discovering.  And for remembering we are all small.  Smaller than the majestic beauty of a quiet lake crowned in Autumn's glory.

And best of all, weekends are for spending time with each other - uninterrupted by responsibilities and practicality. 

Tea Time

Pomme in the Sun

It is very quiet here when Papple is in school. 

Still plenty of activity, but just a little lower volume.