It’s the day before Thanksgiving. The weather is mild with rain in all forms; steady and pounding with big fat drops and rushing downspouts from the corners of the house, or as it is now; a fine, fine misty rain. I need to go to the chicken coop this morning and will soon have rain-wet hair.
Rich is working from home today and is in his new corner office in the addition with a fire going. Later on we plan on *one last shopping trip* before tomorrow. I need EGGS of all things. The hens haven’t been laying much these days. He wants to go to Panera for lunch.
I’m washing some of the couch cushion covers, we have a dog and three cats and I hate the thought of the house smelling like animals…..the cushions are now all over the livingroom from Seth and Sarah making forts. The dryer is going.
I’ve started the kitchen work. Rich helped me scrub the counters and I made the base for my orange tapioca salad. Once it cools I will fold in the whipped cream. I boiled a package of ring pasta to make seafood salad, as close to Grandma’s recipe as possible (she didn’t write it down). Oh how I miss family at this time of year and the way things used to be.
It’s hard to believe at times that I’m all grown up and making dinners like this for my little children and nieces and nephews. Within 10 years, I will probably be a grandmother myself. When I think of the children, all the cooking and cleaning is worth it because I know we are building lifelong memories for them. Some of my memories of holidays as a child include so many LITTLE things; I found delight in the label maker we got to use for putting our names on the plastic cups, and sitting on the bar stools with Colleen and David to eat our plates of food, spinning back and forth now and then. The holiday punch bowl. That was fun and so delicious. I’m hoping to find a bigger punch bowl today at the mall.
I’m thankful for my parents. My mom’s cooking. She will be here tomorrow to help cook, she is the expert. I’m hoping she will do the gravy. It’s not something I enjoy doing. Ethan hopes Grandpa will bring his guitar so they can play together.
I was reading Little House in the Ozarks this morning and thought I would share a quote from Laura:
The season is over, the rush and struggle of growing and saving the crops is past for another year, and the time as come when we pause and reverently give thanks for the harvest. For it is not to our efforts alone that our measure of success is due; but to the life principle in our earth and the seed, to the sunshine and to the rain–to the goodness of God.
We may not be altogether satisfied with the year’s results, and we can do a terrific amount of grumbling when we take the notion. But I am sure we all know in our hearts that we have a great deal for which to be thankful. In spite of disappointment and weariness and perhaps sorrow, His goodness and mercy does follow us all the days of our lives.
As the time approaches when we shall be called upon by proclamation to give thanks, we must decide whether we shall show our thankfulness only by overeating at the Thanksgiving feast. That would seem a rather curios way to show gratitude-simply to grasp greedily what is given!
When a neighbor does us a favor, we show our appreciation of it by doing him a favor in return. Then when the Lord showers favors upon us, how much more should we try to show our gratitude in such ways acceptable to Him, remembering always the words of Christ, “Inasmuch as ye have done I unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder in “Thanks for the Harvest” 1921