Although it's still too cold. . . .
. . . and I'm nervous the warm weather will not appear by the end of the week when I am doing a-little-selling -table-outside stint. I have lots of prep to do for that, too.
But it's a good day because my mom called me early this morning to sing me happy birthday and tell me she was glad I was born. I'm 36, friends! Holy cow.
Off to the kitchen to cook. I planned my birthday myself and it's fun already.
(great photos by my husband)