had a backdrop of pure white and a sky of baby blue.
It was absolutely magical in the woods. Photos just do not do it justice as a photo turns everything flat and motionless and room temperature. Reality has endless depth, layers, temperature, smells, sounds, feelings of expectation, exploration. . . . .
here comes the sunshine
They insisted on the short cut back home which involves a perilous crossing of the stream.
No one got wet.
For dinner that night……looks amusingly not that good….creamy scalloped potatoes with pan fried sausages on top. Yum!
Birthday cake for dessert; two round cake layers with fresh whipped cream, sweetened strawberries, and homemade fudge sauce.
topped with chocolate dipped strawberries.
I made everything myself except I did use a cake mix for the chocolate cake.
((((presented upon a Scarlet fiestaware cake plate))))
It was truly as delicious as it looked.
One piece remained but was quickly eaten the next day.
“I got no cake.”
“I only got this dumb green streamer in my collar.”
We took a photo that night at 9:20 pm, the exact time of his birth, nine years earlier.