Everyone else has pictures of the turkey brown and crisp, pies still hot and aromatic, a groaning board of table spread out in white linen with the fine china and silver and complete with napkin rings and individual salt shakers, but I chose to give the reality of Thanksgiving; the work preparations. Besides, I’ve gotten a late start this morning.
We’ll be missing family and the tables snugged together to fit seventeen people, but to be honest, I’m getting used to the quiet peace of unhurried holidays. The pies can be baked later, once the turkey’s being digested and before the leftovers are hauled out again for a late supper. Pumpkin and apple, maybe a cherry one too. Friends and family come for this after-dinner-dinner and this year, they may get the chance to watch vanilla ice cream melt into the still-warm and great-smelling apple pie in a bowl.
Best wishes to all for a happy, healthy, and loving holiday.
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I’m late, but the same to you.
“the quiet peace of unhurried holidays,” as prosaic a phrase as it is, reminds me of Emerson. In any case, it gets right to the point and nature of my ideal holiday.
Not late, Owen, as the feelings should last through the year and the holidays should only serve as reminder.
My best to you and yours.