I've always liked this line in one of James Taylor's songs: "I forget what to ask for...there isn't anything I haven't been given..."
I'm still Thanks Giving.
Getting ready for Round Two of Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving Day I went to my Dad's Farm for our large family gathering. The old farmhouse is jammed with people. The sound of visiting is wonderfully loud. Every room, including what used to be bedrooms, is a "sitting area." The front porch is lined with rockers and chairs.
Studel, our cutie-pa-tootie dog, went with us this year. I spent more time outside than I usually do because dogs aren't allowed in the house.
I headed to the back pasture.
Peace reigned by the old barn and corn crib. It was still and quiet.
Ah, enough of that.
Let me head back up for the wonderful noise of visiting.
We ate and then it was time for the hayride.
This year the hayride was especially fun. The truck was packed tight with an older crowd. In fact, there was barely enough room for the young-uns because of all of us old-uns. We listened to Christmas carols blarring on the radio as we rode through the pasture. My uncle came with us and shared stories of his childhood on the Farm with us.
The funny thing was all of us trying to get up and out of the hay after the ride was over. The young-uns popped right up out of there. It took the old-uns awhile longer...
Sunday, my Hubby's family will come here for our Thanksgiving with them.
Lots of cleaning and cooking to be done.
Life is good.