I ate too much Turkey for my first American traditional Thanksgiving, it was good! and so this weekend is quieter. It is also stormy tonight. The fire place is working well, I prepared the candles and emergency lights in case I loose power, and I am eating the rest of the turkey-soup. A cosy evening, accompanied by Chopin on the radio.
That transports me back in my infancy, the rainy humid evenings at home in winter, trying to convince my parents to play a board game, or listening to LPs and dancing in front of the fire. Not to mention the smell of the oranges’ skins burning on the charcoal stove…
I would have liked to enjoy the art fair of the neighborhood, the pajama sale and the festive lights of the season in the small town, but it is COVID-time and we need to be patient. So we will enjoy and share differently … I hope that the weather tomorrow will be good enough to hike and that I will be able to spend some time with few people from my non-social-distancing-bubble. The good things is that we are back to living in a slower world, and so I have plenty of time to craft things: I made a wreath this year. Hopefully the postman will like it!
All natural wreath from the garden…
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