I had hoped to be in the new house (which we don't have yet) by Thanksgiving. It seems like such a perfect Thanksgiving setting: a log house nestled among the maple trees, the family gathered 'round the table, fireplace crackling, after-dinner coffee on the big porch overlooking the Blue River. I more than hoped - I expected.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Our house still hasn't sold (not that it's been long - only 4 weeks on the market - I'm just anxious) and we haven't secured River House yet (although that will change soon). We're going to have one last Thanksgiving in this, our downtown house. With everything packed away, it will be a simpler affair than years past, but that's alright. I'm learning that simple can be beautiful, and I've always known that what's on the table isn't nearly as important as who's around it.
photos: victoriamag.com, cookestudio.com (2-6)