Pickle Blessings!

Last year, soon after I started blogging, I wrote a post about letting go, about how menopause and midlife were encouraging me to give up on activities and goals and commitments  that aren’t working for me.

You can read the pickly post here:  

In the post, I announced my decision after 26 years, to give up on winning the pickle counting contest at the North Carolina State Fair.

But, I added, my husband Cliff had not given up.

And it’s a good thing

Because this year,

HE WON!

He doesn’t remember how many pickles he guessed were in the jar, but whatever number he put down  was the RIGHT ONE!

So this Thanksgiving, 

As I count my blessings,

I’m thankful for that shiny jar

Of floating baby dills and for the

Mount Olive Pickle Company,

Who sent the winner’s letter to our house,

And most of all, I’m thankful for a world,

Where people who love pickles,

Never, ever, give up.

Happy Thanksgiving, and if you’re in our direction, come on over the river and through the woods and stop on by for a taste from the winner’s prize:

PICKLES!