As James Taylor so eloquently sang, “well, the frost is on the pumpkin and the hay is in the barn..”
I woke up this morning to frost on the roof. Beautiful! Simply beautiful. A sign of cooler weather and crisp air. I know there are many who will disagree with me, but I am tired of the heat. I welcome the break, the respite from the suppressing humidity. I can always warm up from the cold, but I find it very difficult to cool down from the heat. In any case, I was so very happy to see the frost.
This is one of the many things for which I am thankful. As my family sat around the dinner table last night, I paused to take a mental photo of the moment. The moment was not one that I could have captured on film. It was not capturable. The snap shot I wanted was emotional. I wanted to capture my feelings at that time. Unlike the unbearable heat of summer, that moment was one of warmth, comfort, and acceptance. As much as one tries to freeze the feeling, it passes. There is talk of Donald Trump, the Blue Jays game, and the quick response of the gas company to repair a potential leak. “We are so very lucky to be in Canada,” someone suggested. There is no disputing that one.
My home and native land.
Frost on the pumpkins. Hay in the barn. Opportunities to thrive, to be together, to eat in peace. To live in peace.
We gathered around the dinner table with a full plate of food each. Clean water at our disposal. Wine. Music. Family. Funny how we all came to be together, really. Grandma was born in Suriname, Kevin in New Brunswick, I was born in Alberta. Rita just moved back from Latvia, and Kristin from St. Catharines. All parts of the world. One table. One family. Where was Ben? Thunder Bay. Missing.
Until Katya called me downstairs to join her on a Skype call to Ben. My heart swelled to hear that she had missed his presence at the table and decided to call him. Thanksgiving is just not complete without all three children being home. There he was. Done. “Hi, Mom!”
Yes, I am thankful for family – and moreover the opportunity to gather. To be a family is one thing – to be together is another. To share moments is key. One set of eyes is lonely. To share with someone else is divine. To see the frost on the roof this morning means frost until it is expressed to David who responds, “YES!” The moment becomes a memory – an emotional memory. Divine.
Canada. It is not simply my home and native land – it is ours. It is our home and native land. It is not just my family – it is ours. It is not just my dinner – it is ours. It is not just my vision of the morning, rather.. ours.
May your day be filled with shared experiences with loved ones.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!