Although we already had our French Thanksgiving on Sunday, today we had a sort of Belgian Thanksgiving with our dear friends Henk and Grete. They made us a beautiful raclette lunch that lasted until after 7:00 at night, thanks to a rousing games of boules, accompanied by half a bottle of good cognac to protect us against the shivers. It’s the south of France, but it’s cool when the sun goes down. Just like little kids we didn’t want to go in, and so kept playing until we were a bit blue around the lips and ears, but happy, oh so happy.
And so, we had turkey and all the trimmings when it wasn’t yet actually Thanksgiving in America, and we had raclette when it was. And it was all wonderful, because it was all about gathering around the table with those we love. And when I say love, although our love for those with whom we celebrated the day: Nadine and Jean-François, Dorindo and Thierry, Alice and Christian, Maryse and Noémie, Henk and Grete, doesn’t represent all the love in our life, we were so thankful to be with them all, even though we weren’t with you. And we hope that you’re surrounded by love too, and great food, and if you’re playing boules out there in the shivery twilight, I hope you have a great bottle of cognac to cheer you on, and I hope you’re not too competitive, because someone’s bound to knock your balls out of place, and that’s just the way it is.
And if you’re as lucky as I am, you’ll discover that what used to be just a nondescript bush in the yard actually grows pomegranates, or at least, one pomegranate, which is a lot more than I expected, since as far as I was previously concerned, it was just something to be pruned and raked up after, with no nutritive or even decorative potential whatsoever.
There’s always something to be thankful for, and I’ve got way more than my fair share. I hope you do too.
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