GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
As my late aunt once said, the great thing about Thanksgiving as a holiday is that just about everybody can eat. And as Tom Lehrer once sang, some say our attitude should be one of gratitude.
So whether it’s turkey or tofurkey (or October 10 instead of November 24), I hope the grub is good, and the company warm and merry, and as the other song goes, Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.