Am I dreaming of a white Christmas ? Yes. Just like the one Bing Crosby used to sing about . But a "white" Thanksgiving ? No. Absolutely not. Yet, that's exactly what we're having this year in north Idaho - a very white and bitter cold Thanksgiving.
Instead of warm autumn colors - red, soft yellow and burnt orange that so typically decorate the earth this time of year, and help bring to mind pilgrim's pride and Horn of Plenty, the ground is frozen, covered in snowy white. Trees flocked like a picture on a winter postcard, with temps ranging from minus 7 to 11.
Deer come closer to the house looking for something green to nibble on; wild turkey huddle together and take cover under low laying branches. Inside, I bundle up in front of the fireplace to plan our "white" Thanksgiving Day dinner, then pray a prayer of thanks for the beauty of God's creation (and long underwear and snowshoes) , and remember there's always much to be thankful for.
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