I’m thinking of a hymn I like and a line that seems to go with Thanksgiving, families, friends, and all the familiar faces that make up one’s context.
“Roots, hold me close.”
An early walk turned up these roots bordering Central Park. Also a fancy streetlight at Duke Ellington Circle. And the Dana Discovery Center on the lake called Harlem Meer.
We bought flowers on the way back to Suzanne’s apartment, then got to work helping cook the feast. The cranberry sauce from my previous post was a big hit. Also the Swedish apple pies from Erik’s cousin.