Sunday we trekked out to the farm for my birthday dinner. By the time the actual day rolled around I was already fat and sassy. We had celebrated at work with lunch and a raspberry/ chocolate cake on Friday. Saturday night was dinner at the pink house starting with fried chicken and ending with a pumpkin pie. Sunday breakfast was a meager helping of yogurt and granola and a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday", the Lab thought the song was for her and was wound up beyond belief.
Luckily, hiking the 5 acres of loveliness, accompanied by a Lab, a Dalmatian, 2 Maine coon cats, a pooping peacock or two and a gaggle of guinea hens walks off a bit of cake and allows you to build up an appetite for beef stew full of farm raised vegetables, salad greens tossed with a rainbow assortment of their cherry tomatoes, and some serious dinner rolls from the Amish market.
We should have done another 5 laps after dinner.
Thank you for the birthday wishes, both in the mail ( v. funny Mr. Rush, now GG keeps chanting the 'instructions") and via email.
Thanks to Geoff and Chuck for the delicious dinner and the honey from your hives, oh and the rose cutting.
And special thanks to Sarah Margaret, hostess with the mostest.
Was it just a few days ago I was a year younger and several pounds lighter?
My, how time flies.