Too Many Blessings, Too Little Appreciation

We're having Thanksgiving at the cabin, so I won't get to hang out with the goats and chickens this year.

I'm in charge of the relish tray and BJ is having panic attacks over the fact that I'm not making dill dip. It doesn't matter that I'm bringing a thousand different dips. He's not good with change.

Wait until he sees I got purple cauliflower!

I'm sure, as always, my family will make Thanksgiving . . . special. I hope yours is special--but in the good way--and full of pumpkin pie!

Happy Thanksgiving!