Since Wednesday is our regular woods day, we divided it between Thanksgiving preparations and time in the forest where they gathered decorations to grace our table. Inside we cooked and tidied and sewed a new set of napkins from fabric that the children had picked earlier in the week.
Moonrise, glimpsing that glorious, great, golden orb through the trees. I’m feeling a little alliteration happy tonight!
The birds were our main entertainment on Thanksgiving morning, all flocking to our feeders for a feast of their own. Spotting the finches was a treat. Especially the purple ones. We don’t often see them.
I still try to avoid giving the little one sweets, so she had her own wee pie, full of pumpkin, coconut cream, and raisins to enjoy.
On Friday they were back out in the woods again, gathering baskets upon baskets of greens for garlands and wreaths of all sorts and sizes. I don’t think they will be holding up well come Christmas, but I guess at least we’ll be festive until then! The kids are more than ready for advent. I’m not prepared in the least. All the same I am quietly tucking into the season and trying to let go of any expectations or worries, so that I can enjoy was comes.
In some ways I think the Friday after Thanksgiving might be the nicest day of the year. It is the only day where I never have to cook or worry about what to make. Pie for breakfast and a buffet of leftovers for the rest of the day.