Today is Julie's birthday.
We've spread the celebration out over the past 10 days with other events (including Phoebe's birthday), a trip to Cowtown, and friends visiting from near and far. These little distinct commemorations have been more like small, semi-precious stones strung on a necklace than like a giant diamond ring.
For gifts she wanted plants for the garden, so we scored (but she hand-picked) several special rose bushes. Her sister Barb sent along the perfect complement to the roses, a really great garden gnome.
Mother Nature even marked the day by bringing us a momentous thunderstorm at dawn--just the sort of thing those new roses need--buckets of rain.
Artist, writer, singer, photographer, gardener, mother, partner through thick and thin, fixer of broken animals, deep thinker, Science Chimp, and naturalist extraordinaire....
Happy birthday dear, sweet Julie.