Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

We came back to the country for Thanksgiving Day.

As the landscape outside the car window blurred more rural, less urban, I felt the inner child crying out for the leafy green safety blanket. True, in the city I can fulfill nearly every need within a five mile radius; every need except that unnamed longing to breathe woodsmoke and stand in the shadow of snowy mountains.

Wednesday night the clouds gave us a few inches of snow, which I promptly ran outside and photographed. It was wet and sticky and dissolved almost entirely by noon.

The table was set with all sorts of Thanksgiving dinner standards--turkey, potatoes, green beans, creamed onions. We braved hunting season for a few sprigs of evergreen to decorate the table.

It was a good day, it was.