Happy Thanksgiving! Today the house smells like pumpkin pie and the thing I'm most thankful for is that I've had more help cooking the dinner than I expected. Soon we'll be getting out fancy plates, and this evening the doorbell will be ringing (probably early. My relatives are a little shaky when it comes to what the phrase `on time' actually means).
It's funny how much the smell of pumpkin pie reminds me of Thanksgivings past. Traditions have a way of binding the years together so for a few moments you slip through the crack between time and feel the comfortable ghosts of the past rattling around the kitchen with you.
So what sort of holiday traditions do you all have? Do you ever feel memories close enough that you could almost slip through time? What brings it on? A smell, the touch of a certain fabric, or something else entirely?
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.