Thanksgiving Day

had unusual weather. Usually the snow is knee deep, and there is sledding after dinner. But with temperatures in the 60's, frisbee was more appropriate. It was a gathering of friends, young (9 months) and old (83). The Thanksgiving fire burned for the second year in a row; it is now destined to become a tradition.



The food was a collaborative effort. My contributions included a turkey, bread, and a pumpkin cheesecake.



Last year, my life was falling apart. This year, things are looking up. I am indescribably thankful.