Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
Thanksgiving – no time for diets
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Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
Tempting smells – so strong
they nearly satiate the
appetite – drift by.
They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.
Brine, barbecue, deep
fry, roast, smoke? How many ways
can you do one Tom?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.
First snowfall blankets
unraked beds of leaves. Nature’s
default is beauty.
Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.
Instead, a pumpkin
cheesecake. Traditions are good.
Cheesecake is better.
Trees have never held
leaves as late as November.
Frost was wrong. Gold stays.
Fourteen wild turkeys
on my back deck raid the grape
vines looking for fruit.