My family has, for as long as I can remember, had our thanksgiving feast at our cottage 45 minutes north of town. The short drive takes us all away from jobs, school, home, and into the rocky wilderness of the Canadian Shield, where we can truly appreciate the fall colours changing, and the quiet of the lake in the morning light.

I was in the preparation crew this year. My mom, grandmother and I set off a day earlier to get settled, make pies, set the table, and be ready to wash and rub the turkey before a day of basting.
BEFORE:

smoothing the table cloth is very important
AFTER:

table's set
With preparations well in hand, I wandered off with my camera to document the colours and the wilderness for my grandmother who is no longer so mobile.

who lives under this toadstool?

the last daisies of summer

my new friend the garter snake
It is such a golden time of year.

My grandmother has recently been quoting a poem she memorized in her youth. It has remained with her and now, in her 96th year she can still recite the whole thing. I found the poem online here.
TO AN AUTUMN LEAF
Wee shallop of shimmering gold!
Slip down from your ways in the branches.
Some fairy will loosen your hold—
Wee shallop of shimmering gold.
Spill dew on your bows and unfold
Silk sails for the fairest of launches!
Wee shallop of shimmering gold,
Slip down from your ways in the branches.
Today was spent turning an 18 pound turkey into this vision of deliciousness

Between bastings, we had time for a quick swim. It is a tradition, started perhaps by my great grandmother, that we all go swimming on thanksgiving day and on the 24th of May weekend. My aunt has recently started bringing along a thermometer, so I can report that we survived a quick dip in 10 C water.

Tradition dictates the attempt of a “ballet leg” synchro move. Here’s someone’s attempt.

Sitting by the fire, after the swim, I was able to get some knitting done. I don’t have pictures to show…but I do have pictures of the knitting going on across the room. My aunt is making a sock. My grandmother was giving advice on how to interpret the pattern.
At the close of a lovely party it was a jolt to close up the cottage and get back to the real world. The dishes got washed, the food put away, the decorations gathered up, and the picnic table wrestled back through the patio door.
It is great to get all three generations together to celebrate, eat great food, and enjoy the beauty of nature. There’s so much to be thankful for!
What are you thankful for today?