28 March 2012
Saturday, the morning of my 35th birthday, began slowly. A misty, damp walk to the farmers' market in hopes that some springtime asparagus or peas or lettuces were making their way to the stalls. Disappointment at the turnout of vendors - no fresh vegetables to be had despite mild temperatures over the winter. Am guessing the farmers are waiting for a little later in the spring to start coming to market.
But there were fresh tulips. And a sweet boy in a button-down to buy them for me.
And then there was homemade peanut butter banana bread pudding. And fresh coffee. And an opening of gifts. So much warmth, so much love. A great start to a wonderful birthday.