This year one of the things we will give thanks for is the final fruit of our apple tree (may it compost in peace). Today Youngest Daughter and I made a pie out of the last apples I managed to pick from the tree before it was put out of its misery. My niece has accused me of being a murderer for having this tree cut down. On Thanksgiving I will offer her a piece of this pie as repentance.
And as a final tribute, I offer this living art: The Common Household Husband as Apple Tree, posing on the very spot where the dear tree itself once stood. What are your thoughts about Thanksgiving?