This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and preparations for a gathering around the old oak table are in progress. There are casseroles and pies on every available kitchen surface, pans of bread and biscuits ready to go into the oven, pickles, relishes, sauces and various savories in jars and covered bowls, our own French vanilla ice cream in the freezer. We will ramble in the woods together, then come back to the little blue house for a sumptuous repast as the sun goes down.
The tattered scarecrow lady is much like the Raggedy Anne doll I had as a child, and I love seeing her planted under a tree in a neighbor's garden at this time of the year. She conveys seasonal sentiments perfectly with her round eyes, crooked stitched smile, corn husk hair and hands, red corduroy overalls and flowered shirt, and crowning it all, a fine squashy burlap hat.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving if you are Canadian and celebrating it today. If not, do find something to celebrate. These autumn days are too vibrant and riotously colored for words, and they are far too brief.