Patten Hill was veiled in fog as I went about this morning's chores. The sun came out long enough for me to squeeze in a three mile run and it's been back to fog and light drizzle, a somber but welcomingly quiet Thanksgiving day. 

Although we might eke out another three to four weeks of grazing, the sheep are getting hay now, to keep them healthy and to preserve the fields. The ewes were looking for their share while I took this shot in the breeding/birthing barn.

Teaberry appears thankful breakfast and for the company of so many lovely ewes over the last four weeks. Alas, he must take his leave of his ladies tomorrow and return to the group of boys in the carriage barn. I guarantee he will not be a happy camper.

The sheep will have an early dinner tonight so I can enjoy turkey dinner with Mike a bit later. Since my family isn't exactly local, we're use to celebrating this holiday in a quiet way, which is nice because it allows room for relaxation and reflection.

This year I'm truly grateful for my family and friends, especially my new niece's safe arrival into the world in August. I blessed with health and the stewardship of a thriving flock and a lovely slice of New England farm land. I'm lucky to be able to work at what I love most – working with my hands, making art, writing, raising fiber, growing food. I am thankful for the support of the fiber  community, for appreciating and helping to sustain my efforts, and for my blog readers for sharing in the life of my farm.

Sending everyone my strongest wishes for a happy Thanksgiving day.