and for the first time in history I made appropriate amounts of food.
This year we will not be throwing away leftovers. I am feeling proud.
On Thanksgiving day my dear friend and neighbor Joann popped in as she was taking her daily walk. Not being able to resist, I bolted for the door. So clear. So warm. We all know what's coming. Gotta soak in every last second of this while we can.
We eventually made our way up to the top of the ridge to take in the view from our neighbor's barn.
Thirteen years ago, long before there was Ken and Debra, Lexi and Amanda, 192 Shaffer Road and FOUND, I drove out to the country with my sister to pick out a new kitten. I came home with two that day - an orange boy we called Peter and a chocolate tabby I named Lily. That day we drove past a sweet little farmhouse with a big name - Edgewood. It was a perfectly lovely day.
That neighbor with the fantastic hill top barn we visited on Thanksgiving day this year? Well thirteen years ago he and his eight year old daughter fostered a lovely litter of six kittens. Emily dressed them in doll clothes and read them stories every day. Every time I see him he asks after those two kittens. And Me? Well I ended up living in that sweet little farmhouse with the big name. Isn't it just amazing how things turn out sometimes?
I remain ever grateful...
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