I have been waiting for this weekend for a years and years now.  Waiting for that time in our life when we had a Thanksgiving weekend ahead of us, and a property of our own to devote ourselves to.

I dreamt about cutting trees, working land and having a feast in the stove inside, prepared and waiting to be devoured.

10 years ago I thought “this” would be a rec property that we would escape to on long weekends and holidays, 2 years ago my dream seemed farther away and unreachable. Last year, I knew what I had, but I couldn’t live it yet.

But now, it is here.

We are taking down trees today – scattered cedars that block the view of the ocean and the light from the forest floor.  The rooster keeps crowing, it’s a foggy day and he doesn’t like the fog.  We have turkey planned for Sunday, and tonight I have a ham ready for baking and glazing.

Hard work. Good food. Excellent company.

The day dawned cool, and foggy, smelling of ripe apples, and fresh air. Crisp leaves, and a 4 day weekend full of potential.

Hard work pays off. Dreams happen. That’s all we need to know.