It's a frosty morning in Bemidji-the sunrise over the hill was shades of pink and purple and blue. The sun is peeking out, with the promise of a clear cold Thanksgiving day.
If you had told me a year ago, as I was prepping yet another Thanksgiving feast by myself, that I would be here, today, in my sister's brand new home, I would have told you you were dreaming. Here is her take on all of this: www.hansongirl2.blogspot.com.
And here we are. Last night Heather and I laughed in her new kitchen, as we filled celery, and cooked cranberries, and prepared pecan pie under our mother's watchful eye. (She is not 100% sure of our culinary abilities.) I keep pinching myself, as I am sure Heather is doing too.
The guests will be arriving in a few hours. We have side dishes to prepare, a table to set, and kitties to keep out of the goodies. I can't stop smiling.
Thankful, grateful, all of the above.
A very Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, may your next year be filled with blessings, and unexpected joy in quiet moments.
Another of your posts that warms my heart! Are you sure your mom isn't sure of your culinary abilities? That cannot be true! Both you and Heather seem to be great cooks! :o) Sooo happy to hear you're having such a nice time with family. Happy Thanksgiving!
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