Last weekend about half of my side of the family--the regional contingent--convened at our house for a mostly traditional feast consisting of (in mostly reverse order): apple pie, pumpkin pie, cranberry salad, turkey, stuffing, gravy, baked corn and edamame (tender soybeans boiled in the shell).
Afterward we sang some Thanksgiving-themed hymns, then sat sleepily around the living room, trying to rally our creative powers for a goofy game of "two truths and a lie" which included guessing who wrote the statements. At least one of us was snoring on the floor before the game ended.
Dad, Mom, CP, NS and I had worked up a decent appetite during the day by planting Norway maples, oaks, pony tail grass and a rhododendron bush around the property. NS got to ride in the brand-spanking new blue wheelbarrow (not pictured) arguably purchased for the occasion.