In the hush before sunrise, with the house still and deep,
HHH slips into the kitchen from a night’s gentle sleep.
The coffee pot hums, like a drowsy drum—
The morning whispers, “Thanksgiving’s finally come.”
The rhythm starts with footsteps soft, a shuffle on the floor,
A cupboard’s creak, pots and pans, the spatula encore.
The oven warms like sunshine, glowing gold behind glass,
And the chef starts his dance as minutes slowly pass.
The turkey waits, majestic, chilled, and grand,
While the pie smells of spices from a far-off autumn land.
The mixing bowl whirls at a clink-clink-clink beat,
The counters host a festival of flavors rich and sweet.
Outside, the high desert morning lifts its frosty, pearly veil,
A whisper of the season riding on a cooling tail.
Inside, the day is warming as the scents begin to rise—
A rhythm built of gratitude beneath the waking skies.
Soon laughter will be heard over steamy coffee brewed,
But now it’s peace and promise, just a moment made for two.
For in these early quiet hours, with every swirl and stir,
Thanksgiving plays its opening song with God as our conductor.
This morning is the beginning of a lovely day! HHH and I discovered on our very first date that we prepared our holiday turkeys exactly the same. It’s got to be in the oven bag. Along with the same preference for stuffing, not dressing, and all the sides, today, we’ll create a perfect dinner for two.
However you celebrate today, remember to be thankful for all the beauty in the world. Call friends you haven’t heard from in a while. Eat too much and laugh even more! This is the most beautiful time of year. Enjoy!!!!!
I’ll be back tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
