Not a Turkey

Although it was exceptional, I'm not posting a photo of our traditional meal. Most of the day was spent either preparing food or cleaning up from preparing food, or eating the prepared cleaned up food. We did take a short walk around the neighborhood while the turkey was cooking in the backyard Weber, and spent most of that time watching two frittilaries having their own feast in a passion vine.

Happy Birthday to my father, who would have been 106 today.