I spent last Wednesday franticly baking, cooking, scrubbing, scurrying and basically losing my mind in preparation of Thanksgiving. The lady I work for was hosting thirty people. My grandparents on my mother’s side were hosting thirty-two people and my dad’s side, twenty-three. And I got to help all of them. Which was great and glorious and fine, however. No pictures were taken that day. Instead I focused my efforts on Thanksgiving itself. I’ll not torture you with food pictures. These are a few, simple shots from my grandfathers farm.
Here is what I saw.
I love spending time here, it is one of my happy places.
My granddad, Pawpaw, built this barn from scratch over 60 years ago.
And behind the barn…….
And the path to the other barn.
This old holly tree stands nearby……
The carvings in the trunk are so high, no one can reach them anymore.
Cows making their way to the pond for a cool drink……
And the pies were calling my name so I headed that direction…….
Seeing Pawpaw had already made the coffee.
And I’m thankful for you, my dear readers. I hope your day is awesome, I’m glad you could walk with me today!