Wow. Both moon and sun gave a glorious showing this morning.
It was pitch dark yesterday at 5pm, the appointed time for pick up at the back of a parking lot in Bangor. Slowly, cars trickled in, and a small group gathered behind the open back door of a small white box truck. It felt like some kind of illicit drug deal going down. Nope. We were all there to pick up our turkeys.
Justin and Eliza are a young couple just plunging into a new Maine life together - marriage, new baby, two full time jobs, and on the side they have bought a farm and started a beef and poultry business. The beef business is a couple of years old, but poultry is new. Last weekend, after getting their license to slaughter their own birds on Friday, they processed all of their own birds, for the first time ever.
Even though he was exhausted, Justin's face was bright and alive with excitement as he handed customers their perfectly packaged birds from out of a small freezer unit in the back of the truck. Most of the turkey buyers knew him. There was chatting and laughter and a general sense of celebration and anticipation.
That is going to be one of the images for which I am thankful as we sit down to eat our turkey feast tomorrow. A loving family, all safe around the country, good health, good food, and sure signs of hope, anticipation and progress, like the look on the face of a weary and exuberant young turkey farmer.