most of all that love has found us . . .


    The last pie is in the oven.

    Since I got a late start, there are only eight, most of which will end up on someone else’s table tomorrow. OK, half of them will be somewhere else. I made a couple of old favorites (chess, pecan, pumpkin, blueberry), a new one (chocolate whiskey pecan), and a mistake (walnut – I poured in the wrong bag of nuts). I have to shift into dinner mode for tomorrow, so the baking must come to an end. If you want to see how I prepare my turkey, check here.

    The wind is picking up; a Nor’easter in on the way. It’s not cold enough for snow, so we are just going to get a bunch of rain, which is not nearly as much fun. But we have a house full of food and friends and a day to relax. Now that’s something to be thankful for. As I shopped today for my groceries, I was conscious of trying to keep a balance between making a wonderful meal and not going to excess, which I can do quite easily when it comes to food. Ginger and I both are working hard to think the same way about Christmas. It is, as they say, a growing edge for me.

    Though I’ve referenced it before, I can think of no better words on this Thanksgiving Eve than those of Fred Pratt Green’s hymn, “Thanks be to God”:

    for the fruit of all creation, thanks be to God
    gifts bestowed on every nation, thanks be to God

    for the plowing, sowing, reaping

    silent growth while we are sleeping

    future needs in earth’s safekeeping

    thanks be to God

    in the just reward of labor, God’s will is done

    in the help we give our neighbor, God’s will is done
    in our worldwide task of caring
    for the hungry and despairing
    in the harvests we are sharing
    God’s will is done

    for the harvests of the Spirit, thanks be to God
    for the good we all inherit, thanks be to God
    for the wonders that astound us
    for the truths that still confound us
    most of all that love has found us
    thanks be to God



    1. Dear Milton- great blog! What I can’t figure out is how your id says you’re from Marshfield, but work in the Red Lion Inn- I know that stretch of Mass- you don’t really commute all that way to work, do you? be well- Nancy ps I’m a second year, late in life, mother of 2 sons, seminary student-

    2. Thanks for all the greetings.

      Nancy — there are two Red Lion Inns (not affiliated). One is in the Berkshires and one on the South Shore, in Cohasset, only fifteen miles from my house.


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