Thanksgiving usually looms in glutonous anticipation. Full stomachs and family overload (in the best way) are nothing but customary. We’ve fallen into a lovely little busy tradition of city turkey Thanksgiving with my family followed by country ham at the farm with The Hunter’s family. And, most restoratively, followed the next day — holiday Monday — with a day of nothing. Eating less. Resting more. Doing whatever our eagerness — and the weather — allows.
This weekend, the kids discovered the wonder that is The Muppet Show and sat enraptured by vintage episodes staring Harry Belafonte, John Denver and Linda Ronstadt (really!).
Embracing my father-in-law’s incredible hipster-before-his-time wolf knitted sweater, the boy and I trolled the woods for pinecones and changing leaves for our harvest table.
And after the most incredible roast mustard-thyme ham, baking soda biscuits and oven-crisped brussel sprouts, we hiked our country property in search of long-forgotten fruit trees.
Our Monday level of enthusiasm brought a trip to the local orchard for pumpkins, Empires and Honeycrisps. Trains in the distance, misty cornmazes, metal wagons, and late-blooming raspberries were reminders that country mornings are different (not better…just different) than city ones. I would be lying if I couldn’t admit that an Americano would have been an excellent addition to our outing…
I never feel the need to shout from the rooftops about what I’m thankful for — it’s always around me and I’m well aware. But sometimes an extra day, a city break, and an extra healthy dose of family give you exactly what you need to feel thank you right back.