the turkey, all fifteen pounds of him, is stuffed to the gills with cornbread, bacon, onions, celery, nuts and cranberries, the pumpkin cheesecake with the gingersnap crust is chilling. the apple pie gleams on the counter, the cranberries simmer in their brown-sugar/maple syrup sauce.
Beloved is off to buy last-minute ingredients. the first sleety snow of the season is falling and trying to stick. the snow surprised me, but only briefly - after all, i've been smelling it for days.
meg and libby are still asleep, the puppies are snoozing cuddled up together on the couch. i have a bit more tidying up to do before i make one errand run for the day. i have to yield the kitchen for a few hours while Beloved cooks. there's a short list of chores, too, for the girls.... i wouldn't want them to feel left out!
and then, we gather at four - all our kids, plus baby jake and assorted significant others, for what my children tell me is "real" thanksgiving.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.