Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It's the beautiful, slow, cozy holiday that reminds us of what truly matters in life. Thanksgiving for me is smelling the scents of fresh baked bread and apple turnovers a day in advance, eating chex-mix the day before while watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. It's eating quick bread while watching the Macy's parade. It's spending too long at the dinner table being reminded of blessing upon blessings. 

Despite these traditions, almost every year, with my fork half way to my mouth, I ask myself a question - "What did the pilgrims eat on the first Thanksgiving?"

Last November was surprisingly warm. So warm in fact, that I noticed my friends from the springtime - the violets - blooming again.