Janet and I are 64 on Monday. She’s been up to do the garden today as my birthday gift and place looks clean and tidy and lovely in the late spring dusk, as she has also planted geraniums in terracotta pots to fill in the gaps.
The honeysuckle always flowers thickly on June 1st and already the scent above my front door is heady and is invading the whole cottage like an old friend visiting. Already I’ve had birthday gifts delivered, a novel from Australia , a cheerful Ukrainian flag coloured jacket from the German. We only get post once a week now, so I’m lucky if any cards will be forthcoming but I’m hoping.
Happy birthday to you. All the very best to you. And thank you for being there and for all you write. Look after youself, and if there is ever a chance to meet up I'd love to take it. My son had similar issues, is now fine and I do sympathise. Jxx
ReplyDeleteMissed it, sorry, is the German a friend. Or a FRIEND
ReplyDeleteA couple years ago, when I turned 64, I had a party and wore a 1970s maxi dress printed with giant, bright flowers. I asked my dear guests to sing me the Beatles’ “When I’m 64” and they did. I declared it such a happy memory that I don’t need any more birthday parties.
ReplyDeleteMay yours be a grand day full of Love.
The garden is looking lovely. A photo of you modelling the jacket, please! I hope you and Janet have a wonderful birthday. xx
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day xx
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