Thanksgiving The year has turned its circle, The seasons come and go. The harvest all is gathered in And chilly north winds blow. Orchards have shared their treasures, The fields, their yellow grain, So open wide the doorway~ Thanksgiving comes again! ~Old Rhyme
Happy Thanksgiving !
Roasted root vegetables, corn and green beans from summer harvest, Amish-raised turkey and cornbread dressing.
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