full circle in the hundred acre wood

I am chopping celery and onion to saute for the cornbread dressing, and soon the smells that signal Thanksgiving will infuse the house: celery and onions cooking in butter, hot cornbread, sage, and thyme.

Buck and Harold will be walking in from the woods soon. It’s opening day of the hunting season here. They went out about 5:15 this morning. That’s when I got up and popped a pumpkin pie in the oven, showered and ran up to the Albertson’s grocery for a couple of forgotten ingredients. I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.


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