week of giving thanks

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving. This morning I said goodbye to the last member of my holiday visiting family and drove home from the train station in the rain, feeling suitably glum and wintery.

Some houses still have pumpkins on their stoops, but this was obviously the weekend for getting out holiday decorations – lots of glowing icicles hanging from eaves, and May-pole shaped ‘trees’ made of Christmas lights strands. Some blow-up snowman snow globes of which I will not speak another word.

My decorations are on my radar but not up yet. And the idea of getting a tree was collectively nixed the minute the word “kitten” was mentioned. I need some time to come up with a solution to that energetic, furry problem.

On Thanksgiving day we went up to Sam’s Point and walked in the fog,

and were given the gift of blue sky when we reached the lake at the top of the ridge.

There was fog dew on everything.

We came home and ate turkey and then leftovers, leftovers, leftovers for days.

On Saturday we visited the fairytale Mohonk Mountain House for lunch (and a menu change).

We got lost, briefly, in the garden maze but managed to find our way home.

It was a real vacation. We watched movies, played with cats large and small, and talked and laughed a ton. So good. It felt both long and short – how the best days always feel. I am grateful.

5 Responses to “week of giving thanks”

  1. clinder Says:

    Wow what a lovely holiday weekend, love that fence around the maze.

  2. Katy Says:

    I feel famous! I was there!
    How wonderful to see these gorgeous photos.

    Wishing you freedom from any post-holiday malaise or ennui.

  3. Liza Says:

    What a wonderful description of a lovely weekend. It sounds perfect.

  4. Eliza Says:

    What beautiful places! I love the unusual gardens at MMH, and the mist on that road. Happy holiday season! 🙂

  5. Ellen Says:

    Boy, what a Thanksgiving I had too.

    I thought of you while boiling the onions to make creamed onions. I even photographed them in the cooking pot because I included garlic and shallots (pink!): they were beautiful, vulnerable and fleshy.

    I love how you post, not saying too much. It invites me to notice the empty gardening beds all ready for mulching to wait for spring, and the beautiful fence around the maze.

    I miss you!

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