Thursday, November 16

Watching the sun rise on a hazy fall morning coffee muses.

The humidity is up and so is the temperature. It’s not unpleasant out, but it does require the ceiling fans.

The color in the red oak is always deeper whenever there’s moisture in the air. But, from the look of it this morning, we’re still a couple of weeks away from full color.

It seems as though the morning fog is getting thicker as the sun comes up. I won’t complain since it’s making the sun dim enough to look at as it leaves the horizon. Funny, but it’s actually getting darker as the sun rises.

One week to thanksgiving. We haven’t even set the menu. We’ll have turkey… And ham. For some reason that’s our traditional holiday meal. Cornbread dressing because that’s how you do it down south. Mashed potatoes with copious amounts of butter and heavy cream. A green bean casserole because the (grown-up) kids insist. Yeast rolls with butter and garlic. Cranberry sauce, out of the can so it keeps the shape.

A vegetable tray with dip, an olive tray, a pickle selection… And after at least two days of prep and eight hours of cooking, when the meal is served, my appetite will be nil… so I’ll sit and watch everyone eat… Family, much of it at least, under one roof and around the table enjoying each other’s company.

Later…