Day 28: Thanksgiving itself.
How cool to have a holiday where the whole nation gives thanks.
Our turkey, traded for some lobsters with a local farmer,
weighed 44 pounds.
Which means all the side dishes had to be cooked the day before,
then reheated after the turkey was done.
There was barely room to broil the bacon-wrapped scallops.
Our table, with actual matching dishes.
I don't know why this pleases me so much but it does.
Friends and family,
for whom I am thankful every day.
Fantastic feastings with enough left over
to have company again and again.
Day 29: Whimsical original paint on the interior walls
at Summer Street Church.
I like to think whoever painted this was thrilled to serve
God with their art.
It's being appreciated again after a hundred years.
Day 30: Hedgehog mushrooms.
We bought these at Moors End Farm,
they have a mushroom guy who grows lots of different kinds.
I call these Tribble 'Shrooms,
they look just like tribbles and make me happy.
Thirty days of thanks is just the beginning:
bright shining as the sun,
we've no less days,
to sing God's praise,
than when we've first begun.