Thanksgiving at our house was a quiet affair this year. And understandably so.
My husband isn't quite ready to be with crowds of people, even if they are all family. It's just a little much right now for him.
And so we elected to stay home and have our own private meal. George is here, as is our cat Blackie, but other than that, it's just us and the birds and squirrels.
Our sons are having the Big Meal over in NJ with the rest of the family today and I'll miss all that, it's true. I talked to both of them today and our youngest was just out here for a quick visit yesterday.
I have no idea where my silver candlesticks are, so I'm using my backups here. It's a plain table setting, but I'm happy with it.
I'll tell you what the best part of the day was. It was coming downstairs at one point this morning, and smelling all these wonderful scents emanating from the kitchen. And then walking into the pink-countertopped kitchen and seeing my husband steaming the chestnuts and frying the sausage for the stuffing and well, I haven't seen him doing this for quite some time now.
It was a beautiful sight.
I hope that those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving had a wonderful day.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .