The sea foam camellia in the front yard has suddenly begun producing its creamy white blooms. I picked some and brought them in, set them in a vase. I wonder if anyone noticed them. I would not be surprised if no one did.
It was quite a Thanksgiving.
I was so proud of myself. I got that turkey stuffed and in the oven by eight this morning and by noon I had the biscuits rolled and cut and ready to bake, the gravy made, the greens reheating, the cream whipped, and the pies out of the freezer. I got the house tidied, some laundry folded and put away, my back porch table cleared and ready for the spread to come.
I told my husband, "I think I'm ready."
He said, "Ready for what? To start drinking?"
But no, I was not ready for that yet.
And people started showing up. Jessie and Vergil and the boys, Hank and Rachel, and then May and Michael and finally Lily, Lauren, and all of their crew. After two days of quiet, peaceful preparation, the house was suddenly bursting with sisters, brothers, mamas, daddies, grandbabies, uncles, aunts, partners in all different possible combinations and every one of them carrying baskets and bags and coolers and boxes and dishes. Kisses and hugs were happening everywhere. We were dizzy with it all!