Happy Birthday to me!
[From Ingridients]
A friend of mine has correctly pointed out that it's been rather a while since I've blogged, so I'd better fix that. It's not that I've been completely unwilling, it's just that the more time passes the more silly it seems to make one of those short observation posts that breaks the spell, whereas if there's no spell to break, they fit in perfectly well.
I'm having my birthday mainly by being thoroughly slack. As far as I'm concerned, my birthday is about me celebrating me, and other people can join the party if they like, but aren't under any obligation.
The virtual party features a variety of cool drinks spiked with ginger syrup; fresh pineapple and honeydew melon, and mint-chocolate ice cream. It's pretty hot and humid out there, not unrelentingly sunny, so I'm hopeful of some rain later.
The decorations are the purply-blue of the almost-finished jacarandas, the scarlet-red of Illawarra flame trees and poincianas (it looks like it's going to be an excellent year for them and I'm glad they got going before my birthday) and the saffron-yellow pea flowers on a tree I don't know the name of, that come in staggered a few weeks behind the jacarandas, and cover the ground like buddhist confetti.
And there is a nice hibiscus flower for me in our garden today. I'm sure we'd get more flowers if we bothered to ever prune.
The party's very quiet at the moment: Zeki is impersonating a polar bear rug at the top of the stairs, Nemrut is cuddled up among his favourite curtains, and Amber must be feeling a bit persecuted, because she's behind the TV unit. James is at a job interview, hopefully the first of three.
A friend of mine has correctly pointed out that it's been rather a while since I've blogged, so I'd better fix that. It's not that I've been completely unwilling, it's just that the more time passes the more silly it seems to make one of those short observation posts that breaks the spell, whereas if there's no spell to break, they fit in perfectly well.
I'm having my birthday mainly by being thoroughly slack. As far as I'm concerned, my birthday is about me celebrating me, and other people can join the party if they like, but aren't under any obligation.
The virtual party features a variety of cool drinks spiked with ginger syrup; fresh pineapple and honeydew melon, and mint-chocolate ice cream. It's pretty hot and humid out there, not unrelentingly sunny, so I'm hopeful of some rain later.
The decorations are the purply-blue of the almost-finished jacarandas, the scarlet-red of Illawarra flame trees and poincianas (it looks like it's going to be an excellent year for them and I'm glad they got going before my birthday) and the saffron-yellow pea flowers on a tree I don't know the name of, that come in staggered a few weeks behind the jacarandas, and cover the ground like buddhist confetti.
And there is a nice hibiscus flower for me in our garden today. I'm sure we'd get more flowers if we bothered to ever prune.
The party's very quiet at the moment: Zeki is impersonating a polar bear rug at the top of the stairs, Nemrut is cuddled up among his favourite curtains, and Amber must be feeling a bit persecuted, because she's behind the TV unit. James is at a job interview, hopefully the first of three.