Yesterday we invited the neighborhood over for a Lantern Walk. Last year I wrote about this event (and the Cheddar and Leek Muffins we brought) held annually at my daughter's school, where children march around a community garden holding glass jars with lit candles inside, and afterwards huddle together in the chilly November dusk to share some snacks. Because we are in California, we missed this year's Lantern Walk so we recreated it in the park across the street from Mom's house.
Mom made mac'n'cheese with frizzled pieces of prosciutto and thyme and a fall fruit salad for the children. Ursula chopped persimmons with the blade of a pastry scraper. After the procession through the park, we returned to the house and lit the dining table's runner with the children's lanterns. I sat back and took in the energy of a dining room table filled as it's never been with small people, and felt thankful, days before turkey and stuffing, for the memories I have of this place and how they live on, long after the tile is smashed and replaced.
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