It is Thanksgiving Day in the United States and I am feeling a bit of melancholia. I could even say that I am feeling lonely. Lonely for friends and especially family. Lonely for a day of good smells, for Caitlin insisting on watching the Thanksgiving Day parade and, dare I say, football games playing endlessly in the background while we putter around the kitchen.
American Thanksgiving was my favourite holiday of the year. I use the past tense because, although I am cooking a small turkey for some American friends this evening, it is not the same. Our little house is not surrounded by many other homes engaged in similar activities binding us together by invisible threads of common holiday tradition. I like to tell people Thanksgiving is my holiday of choice because it is simple, bringing us together for a celebration of lives well lived and appreciated and giving us an opportunity to give thanks for wonderful food, wonderful family and friends and for a wonderful life.
So before I start this ordinary day here in Canada except for my turkey that will go in the oven at 2:00 for a dinner at 6:00, I wanted to take this moment to reflect on how much I miss you all down there in the lower 48, say thank you for being part of my life and a part of me.
Although this is how I feel this morning after listening to NPR out of Omak, Washington, I must add this caveat. Just yesterday I was exclaiming how much I love our new lives in Canada here on our little acreage in Peachland. Everyone continues to be welcoming, joining our circle of friends and acquaintances whether as Quakers, neighbors, farmers & beekeepers,artists or colleagues. Mark and I could not ask for a better place to be at this time of our lives embarking on parallel careers as farmers in the beautiful Okanagan Valley; another thing to be thankful for.