National Donut Day
Today is the 39th birthday of one of my dearest friends in the world. It is the 70th anniversary of D-Day in Normandy. And you have to love America and its nutty holidays: it is National Donut Day. I take my food very seriously, and I love me a good donut (especially the apple cider sprinkled with sugar variety ubiquitous in the autumn months). To our veterans out there, thank you. To my dearest friend, happy birthday. And to all of the rest of you who love donuts, too, make a stop at Dunkin’ Donuts or Krispy Kreme on your way home from work this evening. I shall be ordering one Chocolate Frosted myself.
Stars and Nature and Home Things
I turned 38 this past Saturday. It’s just a number, I tell myself, and most of the time I really don’t care. Once in a while I’ll catch myself thinking ‘38?!?! How did that happen?’ The people who care about you are what matter, and I am so lucky in that category. On the day before, my friend Janet came bustling in to work with lily of the valley (my favorite - see below) and fresh eggs and jam for me. Friends called and texted and sent cards, and I had the chance to walk around New York for the day without any real obligation, a rarity. My Mom called early to begin the day by singing Happy Birthday, which she does every year. It never feels right until she calls. Gold stars were in order, as always; they are my favorite, and even without trying I find myself surrounded by them. See my favorites of late here. And inspired by the natural beauty of the season, I’ve been filling my home with as many pieces of the outdoors as I can, currently a huge dogwood branch and several white (tipped in pink) peonies atop the dining room table, the pussy willows and almost petered out lily of the valley on the coffee table.
My dear friend Jessie shares my birthday, and our mutual dear friend Maybelle just celebrated hers yesterday. Something feels just right about having other Taurus friends. It just clicks. I wish I were celebrating with Jessie and Maybelle in Sydney right now, but still it’s the most wonderful time of the year. Now if only I could find someone to write the annual report to the trustees for me. Fun for only so long, yes? (all image by Jill Lauck)