This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and preparations for a gathering around the old oak table later today are in progress. There are casseroles and pies on every available kitchen surface, pans of bread and biscuits in the oven, various savories, pickles, relishes and sauces in covered bowls, our own French vanilla ice cream in the freezer. Thanksgiving is on Monday, but we are "doing" it today so we can ramble in the woods together tomorrow, then come back to the little blue house for leftovers late in the day.
The tattered scarecrow lady is somewhat like the Raggedy Anne doll I had as a child, and perhaps that's why I love to see her planted under a tree in the front garden at this time of the year. She conveys the season perfectly with her round eyes, wide stitched smile, corn husk hair and hands, red corduroy overalls, flowered cotton shirt (a faded old one) and a squashed burlap hat.
Whether or not you are live north of the 49th parallel and are celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend (or not), have a good one, and do find something to celebrate. These bright autumn days are too glorious for words.They are, to use Friday's word, all too fleeting.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
resting easy in seasonal turnings