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Welcome to my humble abode. It's a beautiful, beautiful day.
This is me. Today is my birthday.
What you see is what you get. Did you bring me presents?
My boys (including the 6'4" one) totally spoiled me this morning.
Beautiful gerbera daises in three colours and lots and lots of chocolate.
The shorter boys gave me this painted garden ornament.
And of course there was my lovely little Ebeltoft apple from Mr. M.
And what about the cake? Well, I was in a citrusy mood so I made lemon cheesecake squares and an orange sponge cake that will be served with the strawberry rhubarb compote from yesterday.
It'll just be us and the mother-in-law this afternoon so we're not going nuts on the cake. And although when it's your birthday in Germany you're supposed to be ready for unexpected visitors, I somehow doubt that the vicar is going to pop 'round for a cuppa. A nice, quiet birthday, just the way I like it.
And guess what? It's yet another freakin' long weekend! Wheee! Three days for the gainfully employed, four for the school kids. Pfingsten, the Germans call it. In English it's Whitsun, Whitsunday or Pentecost.
This flower, the peony, is a Pfingstrose in German, because it commonly blooms around this time of year. And boy did it ever! We've had many peony plants in our garden, but they are finicky, and this is the very first time one has actually bloomed. What a great birthday present.