Several months ago, I put some Autumn Gold pumpkin seeds into tiny pods of dirt and waited on tenterhooks for them to germinate. Seeing those first green sprouts push their way upwards from darkness is one of my favourite things. To go to bed one night with a tray full of dormant dirt pods, and to wake up the next morning to see something like life.
Last weekend, my sister made pumpkin pies out of the two darlingest pumpkins I've ever seen. It's kind of wonderful, knowing some part of the harvest meal we eat every year at Thanksgiving was actually harvested from something I nurtured months ago in the sunny living room window of a house I don't even live in anymore.
This weekend saw our ranch home jam-packed with family. With kids playing outside with ponies and with my sisters, parents and in-laws warming up indoors with wine and apple cider. A holiday like Thanksgiving was just made to be celebrated out in the country. Where there are leaf-strewn lanes and horse pastures and so much space to just let your heart expand with so much gratitude for the gifts we've been given.
And it's not enough just to know that these wonderful things -- the horses, the space, the beauty -- are mine to enjoy. You can only really ever feel the worth of something lovely when you share it with others.
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