knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

three on tuesday || small town birthday

“Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows.” 
― Jane Smiley

our oldest son turned 36 a few days ago . . .  
we took him to lunch to celebrate and ran into Santa and his wife,
everyone in the tiny restaurant knew them. 

"All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much."
 – George Harrison