Wildflower Called Gratitude

Appreciation that has deep roots is a wildflower birthed in one's heart called gratitude. Amid all the Kansas sunflowers, asters and goldenrod blooms, nothing seems more timely than an expression of thanks rendered in the appropriate season. This week before summer draws to a close, I want to thank the supportive women in a local book club I collectively call "Jane's Gang." These women read several of my books in rough draft form and provided key commentary to help polish them for general reading. Now, two of those critiqued works will wear book jackets before the end of October. Thank you ladies, for your tough love and encouragement. It seemed such a little thing at the time, like planting a seed. Now let's enjoy the meadow, even the late-but-lush golden fields of autumn. To every thing there is a season, especially for goldenrods and gratitude.