We just returned two days ago from our Thanksgiving holiday trip. And those of you who know me or have been following my blog for awhile know that for me, time spent on a farm is time spent in paradise. My dearest friend invited hubby & me (actually, I invited myself, but let’s not split hairs…) to share the holiday with her husband, lovely daughter & fiance, and her daughters. She lives on a rolling farm in the gorgeous mountains of southern KY. If God would have called me home during the four days I spent with these loving people, I would’ve died a happy woman. Besides the delicious meal on Turkey Day, we spent Friday floating around in a houseboat on Laurel Lake, fishing, (one Rainbow Trout was caught by fiance John, which Julie cooked over our bonfire, and at least 6 people shared the bounty!) and roasting S’Mores. We had the lake to ourselves. But the best part of the trip was walking the meadows and trails on Pete and Donna’s farm while dogs blazed the way and hawks circled overhead. I felt the presence of God in His handiwork. Thank you, Taylor clan, from the bottom of my heart.
I hope everyone reading this enjoyed their Thanksgiving. Now, don’t get too caught up shopping and getting ready for Christmas. Remember to slow down, smell the cinnamon and pine (even if they’re only candles…) and reflect on how lucky we are to live here in the USA.