Aside from of all the stress and hustle and bustle this time of year, it’s my favorite season. My Dad and my two brothers would always head out to put some food on the table during this week and us girls (Mom and my two sisters) would get ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Friday night was always Swanson Pot Pies with our initials poked into the crusts of our favorite one. Saturday was Mom’s tomato soup with dumplings and grilled cheese sandwiches. Mom was the planner and had all sorts of tasks for us girls this week and it was always fun. We always waited anxiously to see who would bring home a deer on Sunday. Some years were better than others but the memories are the best!
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
-Henry David Thoreau
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