Saturday, November 26, 2016


Butter, in the shape of a turkey.  Thank you, WinCo Foods.

Thanksgiving came to the farm in the midst of a torrential rainstorm, or more specifically, in a set of several massive storms that dropped inches of rain. We don’t see rain as anything out of the ordinary, so life went on in the usual fashion, with the exception of the dogs who for the task of doing their business, were escorted outside with the covering of a giant umbrella. No one likes to get that wet. Truly, we received about two inches of rain in 24-hours, and then it slowed down to a little less than that.

Our gathering was small: dear daughter, dear son and his dear girlfriend and her dog that refers to Justin as HER boyfriend, and who I refer to as my dog-in-law, and Craig, Dad, Stella, and myself. Six adults, two dogs, and a turkey breast instead of the whole bird, was just about the perfect number of everything.


The Daisies, minus Craig, the picture taker.

So, you may ask…..what does a Daisie Thanksgiving look like? We cook food. We eat way too much. We nap, and we watch TV in the form of the Macy’s Parade, and sportsball.


There was a lot of worrying going on.

One member of the family does laundry, and one member works on projects. I’m guessing it looks very similar to everyone else’s holiday gathering. Political conversation was banned, and my phone gave me serious warnings throughout the day regarding “Areal Flooding.” We sit on the side of a small hill, so we are immune to any flooding that may occur, so this, thankfully, becomes interesting information for us. We watched the rain, I tended the turkey, the side dishes, and the fire, and I reveled in the sound of the voices of my family, and the joy of having them all in the same room gathered around the table.

I am a big fan of these types of events. I could easily do it every week, but that’s not the way life works. How does the song go; “Children get older and I’m getting older, too.” We live in different cities and have our own lives, but these times together renew my spirit and remind me of the things I am so thankful for.

Again, the message here: Live in each moment as it happens. Look deeply into the eyes of those surrounding you during these magical moments. Savor the time together and the gentle thread that binds you securely to your loved ones.


And, who’s not thankful for a holiday that demands cooking with alcohol?  (fyi: sherry in the mushrooms, whisky in the pumpkin pie, and orange liquor in the cranberries.  Had I actually made the Derby Pie, spiced rum would have made the photo……maybe for Christmas?)

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