The fragrance of the fresh frazier fir fills the cottage.
Twinkle lights and decorations bring a flood of memories.
Little girl gazes.
A tree of Rosemary for girlie…
and ornaments a'plenty…
She adorns with abandon... no such thing as too many.
I work the wooden crochet hook through the softest worsted cotton…
and stitch a felt cottage door ornament…
What joy there is in the making of keepsakes for grandchildren.
There are molasses sugar cookies to make…
and spoons to lick…
and the smells are intoxicating and the bites are savored.
There is mommy Jenny…with a growing tummy.…
and daddy Matt, with his arm 'round my shoulder..
She ponders…and we wait.
The blanket is finished…
and the cottage is draped in frazier fir garlands and wreaths
…and my heart is full of Thanksgiving.
Blessings,
Christie/Grammy/Mommy