And our Thanksgiving Tree got a wing-dinger of an overhaul of leaves of every sort to celebrate our thankfulness.
It was a gorgeous morning here in the desert.
We even lucked out and found the one tree in the desert that has changed colors:
Where were Dave and Max you may ask?
Well, they were playing some serious football.
My parents came to town but didn’t come ’til Thanksgiving afternoon so the whole family kicked in to help prepare the big dinner. Everyone had serious jobs.
Elle was in charge of the rolls. She graciously let her sisters help.
I really didn’t help one ounce.
And they were delicious.
Grace and Claire had the table-prep work for their job.
They worked hard on these suckers:
They took their job very seriously:
But this is more like it:
In case you didn’t’ realize already, doing hair on Thanksgiving was NOT one of the jobs.
Max was a master potato-masher:
And Lucy was the “picture-drawer.”
I did mention hair do-ing was not our specialty, right?
My job was the turkey.
I brined (how do you spell that??) it for the first time this year.