Today in northwest Indiana, we had the first noticeable snow of the season. For some reason to me, a light dusting of snow represents an ideal Thanksgiving day. Perhaps, I have forgotten a favorite Thanksgiving of my childhood, which except for the weather, is tucked away in the inner recesses of my mind. In any event, I am thankful for the light snowfall. But more importantly, I am thankful for my loving husband, my wonderful sons and daughters (in-laws), my sweet granddaughter, my sweet granddaughter-to-be, and our kind and compassionate friends.
A final glimpse of summer.
We had pie.