So much good cooking (with good cooks)--we served eighteen people
at two tables in the dining room.
Giles and Felix brought me gorgeous foliage and berries, and Daisy added little birds and butterflies here and there.
My oldest brother napping on the floor--I love that he feels at home here still--we grew up here together.
My mother brought all the pies and rolls, which is why I always feel that Thanksgiving work is no big deal.
Beautiful pie crew--doesn't Owen look like he could be my own? He belongs to my brother.
Room for so many people I love.
"Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love . . . for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things."
(Psalm 107: 7-9)