My son and I took an amazing happy drive on Saturday. He freed up his day so we could celebrate my upcoming birthday and just enjoy each other's company and the beautiful, almost chilly weather. It might be Blackberry Winter, but I am not sure... We picked up some produce from the Amish and traveled some very familiar roads that reminded me of trips with Mom.
This is our birthday week. Everyone is doing so much to make it special, and I truly appreciate that. Born on my mother's 30th birthday, I have never celebrated one without her (unless you count a really rather distant one I spent living a summer in Chula Vista... where I recall being under the weather, eating tuna helper, and making several phone calls at the steamy corner phone booth I had to use to call long distance.) However, things are what they are. Certainly 62 birthdays together are a major blessing. I know this year will be sweet.
My son fell in love with this tree. I am rather amazed at the stark contrast of strength conveyed by a dead organism...
Fab flowers from my dear cousin and her family in California. I am loving the berries and buds and bells in this beauty.
As always equal mountains of cleaning, laundry, and spiffing await my morning.
However, the week looks promising. My sister/cousin has treated me to a precious stack of "gift a days" for the week... I snuck in at midnight and opened today's! What a great plan!!!
Thank you to all my readers and friends who have been so kind through the years. Life is all about strength and spirit... and the sense to make the changes when they arrive... with grace.