It’s a crisp 43 degrees.

The sign is up, the last of the frost has burned off, and I’ve got a belly full of scrambled eggs, left-over turkey, and mashed potatoes.

A mug of hot mulled apple cider keeps the chill at bay; an appropriate accompaniment it seems for the Mulberry cooking spoon I’m working on at the moment.

I love these post-Thanksgiving Fridays when the only thing that’s on the schedule is whatever I decide to put there.

Looks like next year’s gratitude list is starting a little bit early…