This year’s
thanks giving time was very very different for us,
to say the very very least!
The best
laid plans of B,
did not turn out quite as planned, but nonetheless memorable!
Sometimes I
find it funny how much like my mother I am, sometimes NOT!!!
We headed to
“The Shawfarm” with all the trimmings, St. Philip in total supportive
mode, as usual! All the trappings of the holiday
crammed into the truck, decorations, dog, desserts and food for Cox’s army (who is
cox anyway?). Not to mention, material
for at least one farm project, my new edict for every trip, the proverbial whip
cracker I am!
My visions
of eating outside on a beautiful table under the old oak out back were squashed
by unwanted thanksgiving guests, the entire Moulton fly population; so inside we
stayed. Just my dream of what the scene
would have been…
This is what
I do to entertain myself and practice my photography skills or lack thereof, while
St. Philip works on his project…that’s fair right?
But after the dust settled and it was just St. P and I, the change in the holiday settled over me. Missing Mom but know that she was watching over my attempt to repeat her dressing, the worry if the turkey was done and the quiet that ensued once the blessing was said.
Always wishing for just one more moment to express my love to her,
Well ~ to everyone in my life...
Something I
am forever working on, maybe I’ll get that right one day too!
gracefully grateful, always b
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