Thanksgiving proved the perfect time to get out of the city and head north. Holidays tend to be a little stressful for me, so it was with relief I received (and accepted) an invitation to Fern Heaven.

Though not yet officially winter, you couldn't tell it for the ice coating everything. Nothing was safe. Not the cars, the bikes, the barbecue - anything left outside had an icy glaze on it. If a person stood in one place too long, I suspect, they too would succumb to Jack Frost's handiwork.

Usually, Thanksgiving in the Pacific Northwest brings wind, rain and flooding. Not this year. It was cold, but sunny, and I'll take cold and sunny over windy, wet and mucky anytime.

Alas, all good things must come to an end (really? Who started that?), but what a great week it was. Thanks Chuckie and Rachel for your consummate hospitality. You make it hard to go home, but with any luck, I'll be back among the ferns again soon!



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