Thanksgiving Time in Canada

Autumn has long been the season when

my spirits get an infusion of life.

It prepares me for the long winter ahead.

Some years I need the lift more than others.

My father just broke his pelvis (fell from his bike)

 and my mom is struggling to cope.

I’m in another country and my siblings are 

shuffling work to help them.

Frustrating to the extreme.

So this weekend gave my spirits a lift.

I did things that I love.

Friday evening: a potluck, wine, and crafting

with two dear friends. 

Here is the result.

My food contribution was my Harvest 

pumpkin chocolate chip bread.

It has long been an autumnal tradition but it’s so

addictive I only make it to share with a larger group.

Saturday we woke to a warmer than normal day

and news that a small community nearby was hosting 

an outdoor craft market. 

The colours of the trees provided the perfect 

backdrop for the vendors.

I was tempted by pottery but 

we came away with honey and goat milk soap

and bellies full of wood fired pizza.

  

After the market we stopped by Johnny Appleseed

to pick Macs and Lobos 

(which I used later for apple butter).

Beside this dear little orchard is a cemetery with

some interesting stones.

There must have been disease or flu mid

1800s in NB as siblings died within days

of one another.

I wrote a paper in university on this stone art,

such beautiful motifs.

To top off a good weekend

I found this gorgeous cupboard on kijiji (similar to craig's list).

I paid $75!

I adore the squiggly old paint.

The piece was from a rural one room schoolhouse which

held classes until the early 20th century.

Hubby doesn't see the beauty of it but

being the sweetheart that he is, agreed to cram it into

our tiny apartment kitchen until we find a house.

And last night I was part of what makes me alive-

praying for and sitting with a friend who lives with

anxiety and cancer.

May you pause to reflect on things you 

are thankful for this coming weekend.

For us here in Canada, it is Thankgiving.