That is Thanksgiving here this year, a spectacular show of the everyday and a time to reflect. For the past few years, the Sweetheart and I have been honored and humbled to be invited to homes of friends, but this year we were on our own. I have to laugh and shake my head good-naturedly at the folks who hinted that it was a shame we weren't going somewhere, as if it were a pitiful thing that us two were "roughing it" alone.That somehow, a holiday like Thanksgiving was only appropriately observed amongst huge crowds of people sitting together at the dinner table.
Of course we missed our families, but who could lament that their favorite person in the whole world was sharing a fine feast? Being "stuck" with a guy who holds your hand and helps you clean AND cooks for the holidays? Sign me up!
And a feast it was! First the Sweetheart cooked homemade mac'n'cheese and collard greens, and then I cooked two quiches--spinach, and veggie with garden grown dill--and then baked sweet potato wedges. We finished out the meal with homemade pumpkin cheesecake and apple cider, both made from local farms, and picked up at our farmer's market.
In between good food was good conversation--we lived like kings! Who sits in warm houses with this amount of starch, sugar, good ingredients? Who makes phone calls, on satellite powered phones, to their families to wish them Thanksgiving cheer? The founding members of that first Thanksgiving feast would have never dreamed this sort of luxurious wildness in all their lives!
Beyond that, there is a great time to reflect. It's a farmer's harvest, and every year, this urban farmer takes stock of things to be finished, and those things yet on the horizon.
Right now, I can happily report that the honey harvest of this year is officially over. I literally have one ruddy jar left of all the liquid gold made from 7 hives. That's 45 frames, folks. And ALL hand harvested! Which means a good portion of my Spring and Summer was figuratively, and literally, sticky. I wonder what my beekeeping grandfather would say, at a time like this, but it sure feels mighty fine to close the circle on family history and continue this strange trip amongst my fine apiarist lineage.
Our little city garden? Other than a few random herbs, the whole thing was shot, from the get-go. I'll let you find out why by reading more HERE.
The city job is narrowing down. This is a bit of a concern, but as I've mentioned before, there are other leads happening. And, of course, I'm a bit worried, since I now have to lean a bit more on the success of this my little artistic venture. I will say, people have been either kind, receptive, or crazy in regards to these little bits of cloth, wood and paint that come together as ornaments, toys, signs and what-nots.
In the meantime, this leaves more room for art making, and this makes me heart-happy. I have lately hightailed myself into a frenzy, making new things as ideas inspire me, and have moved in spirited style, hoping to finish a few things for those looking for enchanted things for the holidays. Here are a few looking for good homes....
THE POLAR(BEAR) EXPRESS
And More...are HERE
I guess this might be a good time to also mention that I'll be having a sale later today (FRIDAY) and then again on Monday and Tuesday, on both the Etsy Shoppe and The Blog, so if you are interested in these, please visit these throughout the weekend, as there are surprises planned along the way....
Speaking of surprises--join me here on Monday, as this place is hoppin' with a bit of news to share!
And whilst still on the theme of surprises--this could also be the same theme of the next few months. I don't know what unplanned amazement will step out before me, and that idea is bewildering and beguiling. I've not a clue where or what our new jobs will lead us to, when we're moving out of the city, if it's truly all happening, or whether there's too much wishful thinking on my part.
There's also a wedding to plan, this horse-drawn thing I keep harping on, and it all kicks off by visiting my family for an entire Christmas. At the very least, I plan on teaching myself knitting and horseback riding in December. Crazy? Maybe. Simple? Most likely. Yes, it's all up in the air, but maybe the plan's so crazy, it just might work.
What I do know is that this grand cup of mine overflows. Heck, I'm not even sure of the flavor I'm drinking, but it is definitely an elixir of some sort. The Fall flows into Winter, a Cupful Of Grace....