We seem to do something different for Thanksgiving every year. Some years we go hiking and pack a picnic. Some years we drive to Georgia to be with family, and some years we have friends over. This year we cooked a big meal with all of our traditional Thanksgiving foods and spent the day with only the ten of us (ha-only the ten of us!) Jonny did most of the cooking, and I was very thankful for that! We took our time and didn’t eat until nearly 5 p.m. We ended the day with a new puzzle, one that turned out to be more challenging than we expected. The kids eventually abandoned Jonny and me to it. It felt cozy and good to sit around our old table watching “Babe” and working on the puzzle. We have so much to be thankful for this year, and our quiet Thanksgiving was just perfect for reflecting on that. (Okay-it’s never quiet here, but you know what I mean.)
We do have one guest right now, but he stinks to high heaven and wasn’t invited in for dinner. His name is Duke and he is visiting for a few weeks in hopes that Tilly will take an interest in him. We’d like a baby goat this spring and milk for goat milk soap! I’m very excited about this and super hopeful that everything works out. Do you remember how adorable Tilly was when she was a baby? It’s hard to believe that she’s over three years old now and big enough to be the mama this time.
I hope that those of you that celebrated Thanksgiving today had a good one. We had a bit of excitement just before dinner when Seth discovered a nest of baby rat snakes while metal detecting in our yard. They were cute, I promise. I decided not to take a photograph for you guys, thinking that many of you would prefer not to see a nest of snakes, no matter how cute. Even with the snake warning system in place, some things are better left to the imagination. Or maybe that’s worse? Anyway…
We won’t put up a Christmas tree for a few more weeks, but I am excited to start pulling out some Advent things this weekend. I had a question about our Advent traditions, and you can read more about them in this post and this post. I’ll be re-reading those posts as well!
One last thing: I’ve mentioned Larkspur’s gerbils in the past. There was the story of that time I saved Captain Whisker’s life and thus saved Christmas. Or the time I agreed to breed gerbils in order to continue a noble gerbil bloodline. Sadly, of her original trio, Captain Whiskers is the only one still with us. Cream of Wheat passed away a few days ago joining his brother Crooked Ear. Larkspur would want him memorialized here.
R.I.P. Cream of Wheat