When I first came to live in America, I didn’t get involved with Thanksgiving. It seemed like a tradition of turkeys and pumpkins and craziness that I couldn’t identify with.
But things have changed and now I relish this time of giving thanks. We still don’t do turkey and pumpkins, but we celebrate the day with each other and close friends.
As the ( NZ ) rack of lamb and apple tarts await the hour, I would like to take the opportunity to thank everyone who listens to me in the early hours, who read my stories on the blog, and who share my adventures. Many thanks and many more!