Though sometimes the 'Golden Years' seem more like tarnished brass, they are not the end of adventure. I invite you to follow me as I transcend from full-time government employee to full-time life observer. I'll cover life, government, travel, food, gardening, whatever crosses my path.
My fresh Amish turkey has been deconstructed and my gravy has been made. My house already smells like Thanksgiving.
I was discussing the holiday with my friends at yoga and someone mentioned wild turkeys. I mentioned that I had blogged about them roaming my neighborhood this summer. I wonder if Tom is still out there searching for Tess?
Here she is:
One of my friends was going out for dinner, but was buying a turkey to cook so they would have leftovers. I don't get it.