I was so fortunate to get to spend my thanksgiving in Brookings, Oregon. It was a 10 hour drive in miserable rainy weather, but once there, well worth it. Above is a piece of driftwood on the beach of our hotel.
This is the view from our room. The sound of the breakers hitting the beach was so lovely, and such a nice sound to fall asleep to.
This is the view from the back door or our room.
Here is the gang, during a walk on the beach. It was the second walk for Terry and I, and a little bit of foul weather was on it's way in.
And look what I found!!! I've been missing this glove for months!!
The beach at Brookings again, in the Sunshine. We even drove the extra 4 miles to California. How the geography changes as soon as you cross the border. Amazing!
Here's Terry at one of the many stops we made along the coast on our way north. The Oregon coast has so many surprises, it can take days to travel it. We made it as far as Lincoln City on Friday, and spent the night at Siletz Bay.
Our morning walk on the beach at Siletz Bay with many people fishing for crab. Across the inlet are hundreds of seals, basking in the sun.
Back at Terry's in Seattle, we are decorating for Christmas. I had to make this arrangement from cuttings of a bush in his yard. The fresh Rosemary infuses the house with a wonderful, warm aroma.
We were sent home with LOADS of leftovers, so I made Turkey Manicotti. I cut the turkey up really small and mixed it with spinach, mushrooms, ricotta and parmesan cheese and basil. It's topped with my homemade Kick Ass Spaghetti Sauce. Yummmmmmmmy. Tonight I will make the ham into a bean soup. That will be the end of leftovers.
I am spending a few weeks in Seattle. Before Thanksgiving, I became overwhelmed at the loss of my alpacas. The purpose for my being on the farm was suddenly gone, and I felt lost and alone. I sealed the place up, arranged for sitters and surveilance, and headed south. I will be back and forth for the month of December, until I can feel my roots take place once again.