One thing about a digital camera – before you blur things and do whatever, the image coming out is downright unforgiving. This morning I made a wreath for Thanksgiving because I wanted to. When I began I thought I’d take some pictures to show Quentin that’s his mother’s project making hasn’t changed – it is seat of the pants.

YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING IN A DIGITAL PHOTO. And there is no doubt about it, I am a clutter-person.

Let’s both brace ourselves.

Old Roy dog treats, an empty bottle of bottled water, a book, a box of old pictures . . . That yellow thing to the lower right? It’s the label on a lamp oil bottle. There’s an empty magazine rack leaning on the firestove and you can see the back half of an upside down shoe.

What you can’t see is that down at the bottom there’s a good-sized Pilgrim and what you don’t know is that I eventually hung a wooden turkey so it would be in the center area of the wreath. This turkey is so ugly I have not thrown it out because it is just that ugly. Someone picked it up at GoodWill or a rummage sale and it got into the house and it is like the man who came to dinner.

It was either some craft project or a handmade toy for a kid. I’m betting it was a “how to use scrap wood and not cut your fingers off project”.

So here it is:

Bet you want one, right? Green with envy, right? You know once when we had a fire roaring, I thought, “Oh, I could just toss the turkey in there.” I’m thinking I must subconsciously believe that turkey has something on me – that if he turns up missing, the authorities will be sent to a safety deposit box where they will find incriminating pictures of me with a defeathered and beheaded turkey. Probably some crime scene evidence also.

There has to be some reason for my homegrown grapevines adorned with raffia, subdued fruit and embroidered Pilgrims to also sport a wooden, clunky turkey.

Soon I will have to look for Bob the Turkey whose tail opens up like a fan and hangs on the chandelier at Thanksgiving. That would the Bob the Turkey who hangs there through Christmas because I feel sorry him missing the festivities. Didn’t I even hang some ornament on him last year?