I had a birthday recently . . . my 57th. (Ha!) That's a bald-faced lie. But those same two numbers do make up my true age. I'll leave it at that.
My sweet daughter gave me this bee-yew-ti-ful phalaenopsis orchid. I've never had one before so I'm crossing my fingers I can keep it alive.
She also presented me with a couple of other small special things (she is SO good at picking out presents that are just perfect) including this bouquet of flowers she made from the bottom ends of pine cones.
Here's a better picture of the colorations. I think they look remarkably like zinnias, don't you? I love 'em.
She and her dad collaborated on another special gift for me. Papa Pea provided the cash (!) and dear daughter did the computer work of getting copies of my blog posts to the publisher.
You see, a few Christmases ago, she gave me a book like this containing my blog posts from when I first started blogging through the next nine months. That was Volume I and the start of what has become a wonderful traditional gift for me on birthdays and Christmases. This most recent is Book V and believe it or not, we're not close to being caught up to date.
I keep my growing collection on the top shelf of my desk and treasure them.
Well in advance of my birthday date, I asked my dear husband for this book and I'm sure he was tickled to get it for me since it's been his desire for me to learn how to make sourdough bread for a long time. The book is by MaryJane Butters and has gotten really good reviews. I love that the recipes and instructions seem very simple (for this very simple person), and there are LOTS of pictures. It may be unrealistic (given that our busiest of busy seasons is here), but I sure hope to be able to find the time to delve into this book and get a start on learning to bake sourdough bread yet this summer.
Yep, it was a lovely birthday celebration with lovely presents . . . and I didn't even mind turning 57. (Hee-hee-hoho-snort-snort.)
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