Seasons change right in our own back yard

Things change.  Seasons come and Seasons go.  Life has a way of waking us up when its time for a change.  Even though we don't understand why, things have to change.  Each season brings new challenges and new rewards.  I am thankful that my life doesn't stay the same, stuck in a rut, I'm thankful for family and friends.  I'm thankful for Autumn leaves putting on their Fall colors, soon to lay their hearts bare and vulnerable before the new season of Winter that is upon us.  Thanksgiving memories are bittersweet memories of my Family.  I miss them so much but glad I had them with me for the time we had together.   Thank you to God for His creation, His handiwork.  

For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, 

which God prepared in advance for us to do.  Ephesians 2:10

Autumn Days at Green Acres

Visit from the grandchildren

There is nothing quite like a visit from the grandchildren.  Another simple pleasure that money cannot buy.
We celebrated thanksgiving, Canadian style (in October) with a turkey and all the trimmings.  I made the ever popular "Senator Russell's Sweet Potato Casserole", which actually tastes like a cross between sweet potato pie and pecan pie.  My husband loves making the turkey.  Actually he just wants to make sure it tastes the best so he does it and I don't like to deal with it if I can get out of it although I do help him.

 The kids arrive for the day.  We are so blessed that we live so close to each other now that anyone can drive up for the day if that is all the time we have.  They arrived around 11:00 and we had an early Thanksgiving lunch around 2:00. They left around 4 or 5 that afternoon.

 After playing outside with the kids for a couple of hours everyone is ready to eat.  My son carves the turkey.

 It was a beautiful day.  Truly warm and sunny filled with autumn colors.  The kids loved playing outside.  We played hide and seek and a round of bocce ball and of course a trip to the grandparent's house would not be complete without a tractor ride and playing on the swing set and fort.

 It is difficult to play bocce ball when the munchkin keeps walking away with the pallino (the small orange jack) which is the target for the rest of the bocce balls.

 The family has become quite use to play bocce ball now and even our oldest grandson will ask to play it by name.  This was the first time we actually played with the baby.  We had to all be careful and slow up the game due to baby interference but we had fun.  It is called Bocce, the plural of the Italian word boccia, which means "bowl", traditionally played on natural soil and asphalt courts.  Of course we don't play it the way it is suppose to be done but we have a lot of fun.