Thanksgiving
(No, I didn’t knit this relic from my childhood… and my mother’s not sure who did. Intriguingly, it seems to be an example of Armenian knitting — the contrast color is stranded and trapped behind even when it isn’t in use, which makes the hat warmer. And Ada’s was made by someone in Peru.)
Snowy woods. Early twilight. Pies in the oven of spiced pumpkin and of apple, ginger, and lingonberries. Baby napping near a space heater (not too near, and tended by her father, lest you should worry for her safety!). Wool on the needles. Singing through the tattered 1947 Fireside Book of Folk Songs (charmingly illustrated by Alice and Martin Provensen in their very first job) with my mother while slicing apples. (You’d never believe what Sweet Betsy from Pike was up to in this version.) The cherry tree busy with birds — rufous-sided towhees, juncos, fox sparrows, chestnut-backed chickadees, and my favorite nuthatches — waiting their turn for the feeder. Family drawing close around the wood stove.
A good Thanksgiving to you, whether or not you’re celebrating a national holiday today.
Posted: November 25th, 2010 at 7:46 pm
Inspiring… nice post.
Posted: November 25th, 2010 at 9:42 pm
My parents had that same book (I was something of a caboose, younger than my only sibling by 15.5 years), or a similar one. I remember the “Fireside Book of Christmas Carols”, and another one. Maybe the “Fireside Book of Dog Stories”?
Posted: November 26th, 2010 at 8:04 am
What a great picture! Happy Thanksgiving right back at you.
Posted: November 26th, 2010 at 4:20 pm
Sounds like the most perfect, cozy, and idyllic Thanksgiving. Hope all is well with you and your family!
Posted: November 27th, 2010 at 9:50 am
Happy Thanksgiving! Love the hats.