Arriving at my parents' home last Wednesday felt like taking a fresh breath of mountain air, as we were greeted by cheerful family, and our kids ran into the kitchen to help grind fragrant cranberries and apples for Thanksgiving relish.  

 

On Thanksgiving, we spent a relaxing morning finishing dinner prep, making apple pies, and a large vat of orange jello "salad" (consumed primary by one person: my dad single-handedly polished it off by the end of the weekend), while Mae enjoyed the cereal cabinet located right at her level. Wish I had taken more photos, but I was up to my elbows in pie dough for most of the morning.