There’s something so very special about Thanksgiving, isn’t there? Whether you celebrate the Canadian holiday now in the middle of this beautiful autumn, or the American holiday, which heralds in the Christmas season, there’s nothing more special than friends, turkey and a lovely long weekend to get away from everything.
Again this year, as in years past, Chloe and I spent Thanksgiving 200 miles away from the city, in Margot and Leo’s cabin in Princeton, with six 20-somethings, six dogs, five parental types, two horses and two cats.
Chloe Bryson and I arrived quite late Friday night, but just in time for a campfire.
Everyone else arrived on Saturday, but the day turned out to be completely grey and rainy.
Just perfect to hang around in sweats and jammies cuddling with the animals, watching movies and reading a book.
A little ledge outside the kitchen window holds a little bowl of water and some seeds and nuts for the birds.
And provided endless photo ops…
…and entertainment, as, just around supper time, Levi decided that the birds had had enough seeds and nuts, and now it was his turn. 😀
And at the end of this rainy Saturday I got this far on the first pages in a new found poetry journal. This old book is a children’s story called King Oberon’s Forest. The pages are creamy and thick and the blue cover has the prettiest little golden bird. I’m going to love working in it.