Thanksgiving tanka

The scent of spices
Is not half so pleasing as
Your smiling faces.
As we sit down together,
Nothing can separate us.

Well, sometimes you have to settle for a virtual table to smile across. Dad called last night to find out where I'm going to be so the family can call (I may call them first instead - it may be simpler), and I just got a text on my cell from James.

Persimmon pie is cooling in a graham cracker crust hastily acquired at the Safeway this morning. I'll be interested to see what this is like: diced Fuyu persimmons tossed with cinnamon and nutmeg, with a mixture of sugar, egg, butter and a little flour poured over it.

Then I'll head out to mamapduck 's for the rest of the day's festivities....