Day Three Hundred Thirty 2012

Neil and I headed out to the local Christmas tree farm this afternoon, as we usually do the weekend after turkey day. The moon was rising and the sun was setting and the window for tree choosing was rapidly closing. So we set a new record and tagged the second tree that caught our attention before God turned out the lights. This white pine is the chosen one. It’s about nine feet tall. We like it. I think we work better with a deadline looming, so we may wait until sundown again this time next year to tree pick. (Lord willing, of course)

Day Three Hundred Twenty Nine 2012

Supermassive toy explosion. Grandpa is having too much fun. Knox, not so much. He’s running a fever tonight. Not sure what that’s all about. Hope it goes away soon and doesn’t come back. In the meantime, he’s getting ready to knock down that stack of blocks.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight 2012

The turkey and dressing are but a sweet memory.

Grandson Knox says, “Happy TGIF, everybody!”

Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven 2012

Thank You For The Food Before Us, The Family Beside Us, And The Love Between Us.

My sister Jane, her husband Don, and their daughters Sarah and Julia, hosted our fabulous Thanksgiving meal this year. It was scrumptious and decadent. We stuffed ourselves and enjoyed every bite.

My sister Jane—the Hostess With The Most-est! Everything was perfect. Thanks so much for the hard work you all put into this dinner/get together. Now go fill up your plate!

I am blessed with the best family anyone could ever ask for.  Back row from left: Alex Mabry (nephew), Terry Sissom (brother in law), Julia Foy (niece), Elijah Myers (grandson), Sarah Foy (niece), Shelby Myers (granddaughter), Ann Sissom (sister), and Don Foy (brother in law). Front row from left: my hubby Neil, Kerry Kimbrough (son in law), Kelly Kimbrough (daughter), Jerry Myers (son in law), Knox Kimbrough (grandson), Holly Myers (daughter), and Jane Foy (sister). 

"Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers." ~Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving

Day Three Hundred Twenty Six 2012

What a beautiful November afternoon to go for a stroll! Grandson Knox thinks so, too.

"Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
"Ride," Pleasure said:
"Walk," Joy replied.
- W.H. Davies