Every year after we give thanks and stuff our bellies of hearty food with loved ones, my immediate family heads up to our cabin - built in the sixties by my very own bloodline - it certainly is a treasure.
We go up frequently, but Thanksgiving weekend is a weekend I always look forward to.
The rare weekends when it snows,
are beautiful and magical
makes me wish it snowed year round
even after I shovelled the driveway
even after I had to (watch my dad) put chains on my car just to make it into the driveway
makes me wish I didn't forget my ski and snow gear at home
makes me grateful period (.)
Hope your feast was full of grace and warmth
Happy (tardy) Thanksgiving
Now... on to Christmas!