My first conscious thought is that it's so so quiet, in that soul-expanding way of true silence. And then I remember where I am. And then I remember that it's my birthday. And it all cascades so gently from there.
First paddle around the island of the season under brilliant sky and in the company of cormorant and blue heron. Simple breakfast on the deck that turns into something of a birthday party, with peanuts as party favours.
Chipmunks and blue jays both seem to remember us. Oh hey, people on the deck. Let's go check it out! Oh! It's a birthday party! Zero coaxing for the small furry friends. Less skittishness from the feathered ones. Wondering if I'll actually be able to work up to having a blue jay take something from my hand by the end of the season.
Set up my deck lounger under the umbrella and responded to birthday wishes from every way we can send these things these days; emails, texts, FB messages. Wow and thank you. And for all the cards too, that happened just before left and deserved a little display on this particular day.
After lunch a nap because....birthday!!!! And then over to the other property to do some paint scraping! Call me odd (many do), but it's one of the cottage life chores I actually find very satisfying. And this particular paint job is long over due.
Then back for a hot-afternoon shower. Then supper -- with cake of course!!!
After supper Ken and Abby do dishes - because it's my birthday! And I spend unhurried time down on the boat by the water, and it's so so quiet still. I write in my journal about not taking anything for granted, ever. These enormous, ordinary riches I do not take lightly.
After that, we end the day with a game of Scrabble with a quiet sunset happening on the stones of the fireplace, until we need to turn on a light.
With this and leftover cake, can't wait to see how today unfolds!
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