Wednesday night I left work and headed straight downtown and was treated to a spectacular sunset against the hills behind Boise. Golden orange hills with deep purple shadows and a dusting of snow against a pink-gray sky. It made me think about how many times I drove home from work in So Cal and only saw the cars around me. We are currently experiencing a heat wave, that means highs during the day in the high 50's, which is the reason there is only a dusting of snow on the hills.
I made my pie and spent the evening at Mary Kay's mom's house and remembered how much snow there was last year. Today I wore a sweater and didn't even take a coat. Thanksgiving is a day to be grateful for everything that you have and I enjoy May Kay's family tradition of going around the dinner table with each one saying what they are grateful for this year. Mary Kay's mom is 84 and tiny, which seems to inspire a need in me to keep an eye on her in the kitchen. This year I watched her make excellent gravy. She mixes flour and water in a special Tupperware cup with a strainer in the lid, no lumps. My pie was excellent. I made it again this year with those great Honeycrisp apples. Someone else brought strawberry-rhubarb pie, which is my favorite, so I had to have some apple and some strawberry-rhubarb, meaning I am appropriately stuffed.
Tomorrow Mary Kay and I are going to the Festival of Trees and Saturday morning I am going to the Saturday farmer's market to finish my Christmas shopping. Otherwise I hope to full up the rest of the weekend with painting.
Anyone think they know the words to America the Beautiful? Here they are, by Katharine Lee Bates,
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country lov'd,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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