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.
Good Monday morning. I hope you all enjoyed the weekend and are gearing up for Thanksgiving in a few days. Actually, I absolutely love this holiday. It’s second only to Christmas in my favorites. Why, you ask? Because of the wonderful memories I have while growing up. My parents, although we lived a very modest/albeit poor lifestyle most of the year, went all out on this holiday. We, of course, had a huge stuffed bird, with all the trimmings, along with not one but two kinds of pie. Real whipped cream came out of an aerosol can that my brother and I squinted into our palms when no one was looking. My mom bought a bouquet of flowers at the grocery store for the table and even bought an inexpensive (and very sweet!) bottle of wine so everyone could have a small glass. We invited family, friends, and acquaintances. The guests were always different from year to year. My mom specialized in inviting folks who had nowhere else to go. I know now, as as adult, exactly what that feels like. I’m so glad my mom did that many years ago. My husband and I won’t be cooking a big bird just for two this year, but will be enjoying the holiday with great friends and their children and grandchildren. We are thankful for them! And we are thankful to our magnificent Lord who kept us alive and well for another year. If you have the time, please leave me a comment with your favorite Thanksgiving memory. And may you all be blessed this Thursday!!