Happy Thanksgiving


I hope this finds you well and enjoying a safe and happy holiday (or Thursday, if you don’t happen to be in the US at the moment)! Things are starting to get very quiet here as the dishwasher finishes up and the l-tryptophan kicks in…

Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. No fuss, no shopping, no annoying commercials, no decorations or silly costumes — just a simple meal with people we enjoy. I don’t have any photos, though, as I spent the day in the kitchen, so this is one from the archive.

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin station.

(The photo is from a couple of months ago — right before the Market Street Bridge closed — and the words are, of course, from Robert Hunter.)