Gratitude

A balmy, sleeveless, week-early and palm-treed Thanksgiving celebration on Norton's lawn. Patrick gave a "History of Thanksgiving" speech as the token American. We decided he was better-placed for this task because he grew up so close to Plymouth Rock or something like this. I wanted to dress up as a Turkey and do a skit, but ran out of time, unfortunately for all involved, I think. Patrick things otherwise.

Anyway, I couldn't have been more grateful to be able to celebrate the occassion with a crowd of good people, though I certainly missed pumpkin pie, Grandma, the rest of the Minster Thanksgiving family, and getting relegated to the "kids' table" in the kitchen.

My camera is just a piece of trash in low light, so I apologize for the blurriness.