This is my day.

It’s hard to know what to say on one’s own birthday – so I will record this about the 1st day of my 38th year instead:

• I had breakfast in bed.
• There is fresh snow on the mountains and the sun is shining.
• My garlic is starting to emerge from the soil as are my other bulbs.
• I dug compost this morning, glued wood for my top-bar hive, and prodded the garden a little bit with my spade.
• I am brewing tea for a batch of kombucha.
• My porch-box is freshly planted with primulas and crocus.
• Tonight there will be dinner at Les Faux Bourgeois.
• I am still married to the man I am most suited to spend the rest of my life with.

All things considered? Life is perfect. There isn’t anything else I could possibly ask for. And I know enough to enjoy that feeling while it lasts.