Happy Thanksgiving

Come, ye thankful people, come,

Raise a song of harvest home;

All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin.

God our maker doth provide

For our wants to be supplied,

Come to God's own temple come,

Raise a song of harvest home.
                                                 --words...Heny Alford

The cranberry sauce is chilling, the dressing is mixed awaiting its turn in the oven, the rolls are rising and the turkey breast is roasting.   I would love to have a crowded kitchen, everyone in everyone's way, chattering nonstop.  This year it is just Roger and I.  The size of the meal has been decreased.  I am a traditionalist, so there will be a little bit of our favorites to celebrate our blessings and remind us of years past. 

And when the sunsets this evening on this Thanksgiving Day,
 I hope you find your heart filled and nourished
whether you were one among many or only a few.  

Happy Thanksgiving!