Unknown to the woman and man, it was to be their last good Thanksgiving. While she sifted through cookbooks for new side dish and dessert recipes, he planned the main course. Menu was written, shopping list compiled, and ingredients purchased.
Fall weather in their northern location was typical. Rain and winds had brought down most of the yellow and orange leaves. Halloween delivered a few lazy flurries. Beyond the French doors, the Autumn Joy plants in the garden provided a natural tracking device for the unyielding progression of the season. Summer buds of green turned to pink flower heads, which every day bled into a darker tone of red. Seeing the perennials had already turned a deep shade of crimson, the couple regretted that hope of a warm day had surely passed.
Thanksgiving dawn was hopeful. Temperatures outside continued to rise, and the baking oven warmed their home from within. Eat outdoors on Thanksgiving? Unheard of for that location! In smiling agreement, they readied the terrace: swept leaves from the table and chairs, added a tablecloth, lit the chiminea. Only sweaters required.
Dinner was savory and dessert was sweet. Red wine matched the Autumn Joy’s blooms. Reflecting on a few remaining leaves, the sun began its descent beyond the tops of trees. Slight breeze, crackling fire, and easy conversation. Sundown lowered the temperature, moving them closer to the fire, while shrugging into jackets. When the addition of a new log was insufficient, they finally relinquished their claim on that remarkable Thanksgiving dinner.
The view from frosty French doors the following morning offered a scene of white. A weather front had produced heavy snows, and autumn changed to winter overnight. The world had turned cold and stark, with sharp edges of ice. Shrouded in a pale cloak, the Autumn Joy had given in to the ravages of the seasons. Winter would remain, and wishes otherwise would go unanswered.
Magic from that day is gone, but not forgotten. The warmth of their world is remembered. No longer sharing that kitchen, that terrace, that garden, the memory still connects them.
~ Becky ~ 2018
Such a vivid scene. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thank you so much, Ramona! I hope that you have a pleasant holiday, as well.
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I love this story! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!
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Thanks, Lisa; that means a lot to me! I hope that you and yours have a good holiday, too.
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Wonderful story. I was fearing for a very unhappy ending and was relieved just to find the arrival of winter. Happy Thanksgiving.
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Hi Pat,
I’m glad that you like the story! There is somewhat of an unhappiness rather hidden in that last paragraph after the winter picture, although it could be taken several different ways. It could be read that they no longer live in that house, or that they no longer live together. We can let the readers decide:)
Have a good holiday!
Becky
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Will hope they just moved
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Wonderful – I remember growing up in Chicago where we’d have snow for Thanksgiving but hardly ever for Christmas. Nice memory, thank you and Happy Thanksgiving.
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Thanks, Iain, and I’m happy this also brought back a memory for you! Enjoy your day.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Becky – thanks for sharing this thoughtful holiday reflection – wishing you a happy day! 💕 (Oops, no turkey emoji!)
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Thanks for reading, Jan, and I wish the same for you!
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lovely!!! wishing you & yours a great holiday season 🙂
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Thank you; I really appreciate that! I hope that you have a pleasant holiday season, as well.
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Just lovely. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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Thank you so much for reading, Alex! I hope that the rest of your “holiday weekend” will be pleasant.
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Was a pleasure
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A fond and warm memory of holiday past still etched in their hearts.
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Yes, it is. Thanks for reading!
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Such a poignant, beautifully crafted story, Becky.
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Thank you, Dave; I’m honored that you think so!
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So vivid! I interpreted the ending as them no longer living together/being partners.
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I’m so pleased that you like it, and thanks for sharing your interpretation of the ending, as well!
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Nice blog
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Thanks!
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Love, Becky. And it’s always good to end with a memorable few lines, which you have too.
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I certainly appreciate your positive feedback in this, Cynthia!
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Such a poignant story
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Thanks for reading and for your reaction, Derrick!
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