
I ran out to take the turkey bones for trash pick up and my eye caught sight of my mums. They bloomed in time for Thanksgiving and that is remarkable in itself. A friend gave these to me for my birthday last year, although I don't have a green thumb they survived me. Now notice in the background my "hedge" of rosemary which is growing wildly,to my youngest son's chagrin .Mine grow and whatever he tries to do for his he kills it.
What does all of this have to do with Thanksgiving memories? Actually nothing at all.