Thanksgiving is a fantastic holiday, isn’t it? Not only does it revolve around the best meal of the year (turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes —yum!), but it gives us a chance to put into perspective the things that matter most.
I’ve been so preoccupied promoting “A Bibliophile Christmas, “ I feel like I have shot right over this important day and headed straight into December.
So, without further ado, here is a list of things I am grateful for in random order, except for the first two.
My son coming home from college this week.
The men in my life: my wonderful husband and sons, and, yes, even my father.
England, actually Scotland as well. Sorry, Wales and Ireland. Haven’t been there yet.
Downton Abbey and Masterpiece Classic.
Florence + the Machine.
Freedom of Speech.
Prosciutto, Asiago cheese with rosemary, crusty Italian bread, and basil-infused olive oil.
Yes, you, dear readers. Thank you for sharing some time with me week after week. I cherish you all.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends.
*Note: Due to the holiday weekend, Flash Fiction Fridays will return next week with a fine piece of fantasy by M.R. Mathias.