At dinner time
our table is this size.
There is a place for
Father, Mother
Sister and me.
But when Thanksgiving comes,
You can barely believe your eyes.
The same table grows
to about this size.
In Apple Blossom Garden we are thankful for baby brothers, pets, finger knitting, Christmas, family, flowers, everything, teachers, movie night, the middle of nowhere, pretzels, myself, school and bows.
Photo: Guests at our beeswax Thanksgiving feast.