This is the most laid- back Thanksgiving of my life that I can remember.
So far today, it is just Mr. Moon and Hank and Anna here. I swim/dance around the kitchen and my hands fall to this chopping, this peeling, this mixing, this crumbling, this boiling, this, this, this.
Quiet. It is so quiet today.
I have been out to the garden and picked collards, mustards, a few cabbage and broccoli leaves, some of that oriental green I do not know the name of. They are all in the pot with tomatoes and onions and are saying to each other, "My, don't you look fine? May I sip your flavor for awhile?"
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
I made the cornbread with sage and celery seed and now there is stuffing in the bird and and the bird is in the oven and there is vegetarian stuffing and two types of cranberries and peeled eggs ready to become bedeviled.
Mr. Moon is smoking a turkey. The sun is shining down. It is not too hot. We are only going to be nine for dinner.
I am just...happy.
Wow.
May and Matt are here now.

And I am even happier.