HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Thanksgiving is one of my favourite holidays.
I believe that the fact it occurs in the autumn might have something to do with it - my favourite season.




The leaves are quickly changing to glorious shades of copper and gold.
The mountains are sprinkled with yellow upon green velvet and set in contrast against the brilliant cobalt sky.
The rolling meadows have softened to hues of tawny amber.
The air is crisp and clear with a hint of frost drifting down from the pearly glaciers, as they lay waiting - massive and patient - between the stark granite peaks.

In the evening, the harvest moon looms large above the jagged alpine horizon and, while sailing higher into the indigo evening sky, it lends a sharp silver tracing to the shadows of the landscape.




Our home is cosy with the warm scent of baking pies mingled with burning firewood from the stove.
The sun is shining through the windows, adding to the brilliance of the morning.
The cat basks and grooms himself contentedly in a patch of warmth spread upon the kitchen floor.
The guinea pig alternates between sleeping and crunching upon her lettuce and fresh vegetables.

Tomorrow's turkey sits in the refridgerator, waiting to be stuffed and cooked for Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings - pototoes, sweet yams, garden fresh peas and carrots with tasty pumpkin and apple pies to follow...

Shall I go on?