There are many places on this Island that are secret, known to a few, those-in-the-know and on my birthday I ventured to one close to home.
The path is steep and half-obscured, mostly used by us and the deer. It can be a little precarious even.
I enjoyed its marvels in the morning, before the rain came. There is tiny life everywhere, faery rings on old stumps, feathers and bones and small insects that hatch in the spring. All you have to do is to stop and observe.
My birthday morning started with coffee and finding this lovely little coat at a garage sale, along with some other beautiful clothes. C. and I love going thrifting and Dump-finding and antiquing together, finding old loot is like a family tradition for us.
There's this perfect mountain on a mountain here, that we picnic on in the summer, a little mossy knoll just above a precipice. The view is well worth a little vertigo.
My birthday since you ask (I discovered Dorothy Parker awful early too...) was wonderful. Low key just like I wanted with tequila and dominoes and fish tacos from halibut caught by a friend's husband and outrageous stories on Friday. On my actual birthday C. went to the Sunday woodcarving which was moved to be a day early and I followed a little later with my girl friends. We had a steam in the host's sauna and a potluck dinner right there in the wood-shop complete with venison and salmon and berry wine. And those sourdough rye pancakes, of course.
The high point in the festivities came when the lights were dimmed and an hones-to-goodness store-bought cake, complete with purple and green frosting roses was brought out. Earlier in the week we had communally lamented how hippie children always got the short end of the cake stick, with spelt flower and honey frosting, or even a watermelon with a candle stuck on it, so the girls decided to conspire and get me my first ever "regular" cake. It certainly made for a day to remember. I really wish I had a picture to prove it.
I wasn't expecting any presents, but ended up "making like a bandit" as C. said. I got a pair of beeswax candles made by my friend's kids, a beautiful hair stick that my friend sanded to two colors (you'll be seeing a lot of it), lilies, home made wine, seed potatoes, a ladle from the master carver himself and a promise of my very own Frog bowl from my sweet craftsman.
All the gifts were lovely, coming from some of my dearest folk here, so thoughtful and perfect, but there was one I certainly was not expecting. Callie, who's made all those beautiful dream catcher earrings gifted me the most amazing mobile ever.
It's so lovely I could hardly believe it was mine. Carefully wrought from materials both manmade and natural, perfectly balanced and aesthetically pleasing, we decided it was our chandelier and hung it above the dining room table.
How do you like to celebrate? Big party, no party, hiking, drinking champagne?
Oh yeah, about those Animal Tracks...