The turkey is brining. The pie crusts are resting. The cranberries have popped. And the hearty bread is drying out for tomorrow’s stuffing. Our tiny home smells of sautéed onions and celery with whispers of sage and thyme floating about. 1920s music is rolling through the speakers. With a glass of wine in hand, I’m ready to celebrate. To celebrate all the blessings this year harvested. It’s time to give thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.