This year, like each one before, we are thankful to our instructors and students for another great season of classes and studio weeks!
How heartwarming to look back through last year’s photos and remember the learning, the beautiful work and the shared experiences of 2024.
We are thankful beyond words for the 14 years Patricia Hewitt worked in the Sievers Shop. Just a few weeks ago, we wished Pat a fond farewell as she moved to northern Wisconsin to live near her son. With her wealth of knitting and wool knowledge, she guided us in many of our yarn choices for the shop. Pat expertly offered advice and assistance to many customers. We will miss all she brought to Sievers, including her cheerful laugh, as well as the special touches made in our own daily lives.
This is an excerpt from the poem, “Let Us Give Thanks” by Max Coots which has been read on occasion at the end of a Sievers class. It is especially appropriate at this time of year.
Let us give thanks
For a bounty of people:
For generous friends with hearts and smiles bright as their blossoms;
For feisty friends as tart as apples;
For handsome friends, as gorgeous as eggplants
And as elegant as a row of corn;
And the others, plain as potatoes and as good for you.
For friends unpretentious as cabbages, subtle as summer squash,
Persistent as parsley, delightful as dill, endless as zucchini,
And who, like parsnips, can be counted on
To see you throughout the winter;
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening time;
And for young friends, comin’ on fast as radishes;
For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils and hold us,
Despite our blights.
And finally, for those now gone, like gardens past, long since harvested,
Who fed us in their time that we might have life thereafter.
For all these we give thanks.
We are thankful for you, our Sievers friends and family!
That is a beautiful message! I will save it. Thanks so much, Cheena
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Oh Carolyn, you write so beautifully and with your kind heart have captured the essence of thankfulness. Max Coots’ poem is delightful and timely. When parsnips were mentioned, I thought of my dearest dad who loved that vegetable!
Each day at Sievers was wonderful. My memories are many and the years there were some of the best in my life. I do indeed give thanks.