I mean, we are far removed from the Pilgrim and American Indians and the whole American Thanksgiving story. It really has nothing to do with this secular holiday that everyone in Canada celebrates weeks before the Americans do.
Well, my husband just looked at me, as if it was obvious. “We are celebrating the harvest, of course,” the farm boy replied.
Well then, that sat with me. After all, our menu was full of vegetables we had grown right in our garden. Our turkey grew up on a free range farm just kilometres from our house, the bread was baked from local flour at a small shop a few blocks away. The potatoes we got from a local farmer, but the beets, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob… And of course the apples in the stuffing and pie! Those all came from to the Rowan homestead.
As we all know, turkey’s take forever to cook, and we had a real monster this year (guess who didn’t preorder her turkey and was lucky to catch the last one in the store?) so we spent four hours in the middle of the day working outside in the garden on the new winter home for our cluckers.
The girls worked on their Brownie Wood Working badge, learning safety and how to use the tools. Then they started spontaneously nature crafting.
One of my daughters commented to me today that it was one of our best family days she could remember.