There are many, many stories I’ve neglected to tell here. I will try to “catch up” so to speak. . .selfishly, I do it for myself more than for you–my five faithful readers. And you probably already know all the stories anyway. . .never-the-less, here is our Thanksgiving wrapped up in some digital photos.
The pumpkins have come to me over many years. The basket was from our across the street neighbors. The metal tray, a gift from another friend. The pine cones came from our yard and have been used the last couple of years. The yellow ginkgo leaves traveled all the way to me from Arkansas. . .sent by my friend Carolyn.
Again–a combination of loved items–the girl from a friend when I left Bleyl, the jug was my Granny’s–and I truly have no idea HOW old it is as I scrubbed no telling how many years of bacon grease off of it. The foliage–our yard, in my bare feet and night shirt on Thanksgiving morn.
I love having this table in my home. It makes me happy, happy, happy.
And I love all these little gems and jewels that keep finding their way to me to join the somewhat monochromatic color scheme I have going on. . .not planned. . .it has just grown here. See that little deer there on the left? It has a story too. And one day, I WILL tell it here. . .’cause only ONE of you five besides me knows it.
Thad and Tony went on a camp-out one weekend. They were gone a long time, but they made it home on the Sunday they arrived back before Victoria and I did (from church). Thad had a pink gift bag with some tissue paper in it–and this wreath. A boy had taught him how to make it out of the long, green grasses that were at the campsite. He also put some little flowers in it. It was intended as a bracelet–but I love it right here with all of my other treasures.
Christmas ornament from Wal-Mart. $.97. LOVE.
One night Victoria and I were making a cake for her edible science project. She got best all around. . .we did a cake like this that represented the layers of the earth. . .ANYWAY–for some reason while we were making it, Victoria said she missed Heather. So I said, “Let’s call her.” Alas–we had cake batter and the like out and I couldn’t easily find their number. So I said, “As SOON as the cake is in the oven, we will get the number and call.” I kid you NOT, those words were hanging in a bubble above my head when the phone rang and it was HEATHER on the other end. She had been playing with a calculator as a phone (she IS a modern kid–Victoria used a melon baller for HER phone) and kept dialing Aunt Roxanne and Tora, so her Momma asked if she REALLY wanted to talk to us. She did. We were having the SAME conversation at the SAME time 48 miles apart. SHUT UP. We told Heather we were making cake to which she replied, “I like cake. I want to eat cake. I want to eat BLUE cake.” Well, by cracky, I was gonna make that baby a blue cake if it was the last thing I did. And so, on Thanksgiving eve, Victoria and I did JUST that–and we threw in her other two favorite colors for good measure. Heather LOVED it. When I cut her slice and held it out on the plate to her, she reached for the CAKE rather than the PLATE and picked it up like a sandwich, then she declared, “This is the BEST cake EVER!!!”
So thankful for these kiddos. . .though it was a fail at participation.
We have been under a mandatory burn ban (for obvious reasons) since the beginning of last October. This burn pile has been sitting there from fallen trees, etc. since last January. The burn ban was finally lifted last Friday, so Saturday morning–IN THE RAIN–Tony lit that sucker on fire. It BURNED. As it POURED rain. Thad suggested they drive the car over to monitor it rather than get wet. And so they did.
Happy November to you.