Thanksgiving

I noticed the silverware was tarnished as I placed it on our Thanksgiving table yesterday. The same silverware my mother inherited from my paternal grandmother years ago. Finding out some things matter little and realizing comfort is found in the familiar even with its unpolished burnish.

The pies traveled well in the car and most were in agreement that a tiny slice of each kind would top the end of the meal quite nicely.

The day's temperatures were temperate and called for us to come outside, so while dessert and coffee were lingered over inside, Charlotte practiced "edge walking" out front, hoping to master her skill of walking on the edging.

This dress was made for twirling.