Fall AND Thanksgiving…at the same time! – it just doesn’t get any better than this.
Although we woke up to the loud sound of early morning, bylaw-violating leaf blowers, Chris and I managed to get in a long and awesome bike ride that quickly made us forget our petty first world problems. I am so thankful for the convenience of beautiful bike trails near our home and I love being able to spend quality time with my husband while we pedal down leaf- laden paths, nestled in patches of gorgeous trees, bursting with autumn colors.
According to The Old Farmer’s Almanac, the seasons are all about the same number of days – in 2013, spring officially began on March 20th, summer began on June 21st, fall began on September 22nd and winter will befittingly start on December 21st. However, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that one of the reasons that I appreciate fall so much is that it comes and goes much too quickly. The other seasons seem to tarry but the fall morphs into really cold temperatures after a few weeks. This season may officially be the same length as the other seasons but as far as crisp temperatures, cool wind and majestically colored leaves, its days are limited…
…and then there is Thanksgiving dinner. Once again, I savor THIS meal because it also comes and goes much too quickly. Thanksgiving dinner in our home, like many homes, is a huge deal, infused with festive traditions and heaped with high expectations. Yesterday’s feast was no exception. My daughter decided it was time to host a family dinner and I must say, she did an excellent job with stunning table decorations, scrumptious appetizers and delicious homemade raspberry pie. However, my vegetarian and inexperienced turkey-roasting daughter was more than happy to throw a tofurkey into the oven for herself (yes, there really is a turkey made of tofu!) and clear the kitchen for Chris to take over – he prepared and roasted a twenty pound, free range turkey to perfection. I had made two vegetable casseroles the day before so I spent most of the afternoon cleaning dishes, playing with Phoenie, our grandson and dashing outdoors when the rising kitchen temperature got too uncomfortable for this hotspell-bound Nana.
In conclusion, I would like to proclaim that I love the fall and I love Thanksgiving dinner so I’m one very happy woman on Thanksgiving weekend. The actual Thanksgiving Monday holiday is also memorable because this is the day that the infamous turkey-and-stuffing-sandwich is consumed – and that happened this afternoon. Once the turkey carcass was boiling on the stove, in preparation for homemade turkey soup, the moment came when my mouth-watering sandwich was meticulously assembled and I finally sat down to enjoy every morsel of poultry paradise.
When I was younger, we used to pray, “For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen. I don’t pray that anymore because I don’t need the Lord to make me truly thankful – I am thankful – for the many blessings in my life – this weekend and every day. There is always, always, always something to be thankful for.
Before you go out into the world, wash your face in the clear crystal of praise. Bury each yesterday in the fine linen and spices of thankfulness. Charles Spurgeon