As I've said before,
I "heart" Thanksgiving.
It's a day full of the things I love most:
family, food, crisp autumn weather, american folk songs, and wintry smells.
My favorite smell of all: burning wood on a cold, frosty day.
"Mommy's favorite smell!"
That's what the kids say whenever we catch a whiff of that blessed aroma.
My Aunt Marilyn and her children/grandchildren joined us, too.
Everyone contributed to the feast.
The day before, Lincoln and I slaved away in the kitchen.
He's my baking partner.
We whipped out rolls and pies in no time!