Thanksgiving was Not to Be

Ramblings of a pettirosso
“Thanksgiving was Not to Be”

It was Wednesday, early afternoon, when it first began. All was merry and we were eager to begin cooking and baking up dishes ahead of time for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving Day feast. But then it came. Outside the window I look as snowflakes begin to fall. Slowly at first, then growing thicker and coating the street outside. My mother had just arrived after driving through a mess of slush and blinding fog, arriving safe, thankfully, though the w...