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Like Mom used to do~ pulling out the old family recipes for Thanksgiving tomorrow. There is such comfort in making them. I love seeing a recipe in my mothers hand writing. I miss her so. The traditional fare, with a new thing or two added from my husbands side of the family. The two sided blended together. No kiddie table yet, will have to wait for future grand children =) I'll be busy busy cooking tomorrow. I'm sure my furbabies will enjoy the smell of turkey coming from the oven. I think I'll need bigger plates for all the goodies =)
There is fog on the mountain this morning. I can see it from the window that is here by my computer. Its a grey kind of day. It feels like winter is not far off now. Almost all the leaves are gone from the trees. The birds and squirrels are busy at my feeder. The cats miss laying in the sunny open windows, they now have turned to snuggling in blankets and curled up on the furniture. I too feel like snuggling in for the season. The roses are gone now too, they are bare stems shivering, waiting for the first blanket of snow~
