This year Thanksgiving was at my uncle’s house which is about 4 hours north of the city. He has a huge, gorgeous house up in the hills where you don’t have to see another soul if you don’t want to. It’s perfect.
We left here early on Thursday morning and arrived just in time for this:
There was more colour, I swear, it just wouldn’t all fit on my plate at once.
Then we were off outside for playtime with the cutest puppy in the world.
This little miss is the sweetest. She’s a rescue who was found roaming the streets and was adopted by my cousin. So glad to have her in the family.
The property extends so far that we’re able to take long hikes in the back garden, we even go snowshoeing and cross-country skiing there in winter. Our own private trails.
The rest of the weekend was spent being lazy mostly – napping, reading, eating, playing cards, eating, napping. And, of course, lots of wine.
All too soon, it was time to head back home.
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