Taking a spin around this rural ‘block’ is equivalent to ‘going for a run,’ and for all the down trees and otherwise leaf-obscured mud divets, this route has also become an obstacle course. But it feels good to stride out a bit and loosen up, particularly after sawing up logs or other such grunt-worthy labor.
Today a brief wind blew in rose-gray clouds, harbingers of snow here. After several flurries flew by, late-afternoon golden sunrays peeked beneath the already disappearing clouds, illuminating the previously bleakish woods. Such moments always bring me to that ‘aha!’ feeling of appreciating fleeting beauty.
Claire, Abby and Sarah hosted a deliciously social Thanksgiving potluck at Inverbrook last night. Ida graciously shared her home with a full house of eager eaters and talkers. Marscapone and squash stuffed crepes, cranberry-apple pie, stuffed apples, sweet corn pudding, and oh-so-much more topped me out, as well as one guest’s to-the-brim wine pourings. Sharing such feasting of local flare with friends, and friends of friends was a fabulous addition to this week of giving thanks.
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