It wasn’t just moving day, it was Megan’s birthday. So I left the cats and The Mess behind to go and celebrate at the family estate. After a long day of moving all my worldly goods, my brother was making burgers and Rio was making salad. Jonathan had already made a lemon tart the day before, so everything was ready to celebrate. When we all had a glass of our homemade cider in hand, I made a toast:
“Forty-eight years ago today, I was called down to the office at school. When I got to the office, the principal told me I had a little sister. I skipped back to my classroom and announced, “I have a little sister!” All the girls went, “Yay!” and all the boys went “Boo!!”
Our brother laughed, saying that he wasn’t happy at the time to have yet another sister, but he certainly doesn’t feel that way now. I am nine years and nine days older than my sister, who was supposed to be born on my birthday. Instead, she came home from the hospital on my birthday. She’s still the best present I ever had. Here’s a picture of us the year I turned 21 and she turned 12:
After dinner, we took a look around the garden. The late rains did not seem to harm the orchard, where pies are in progress:
There are tons of cherries on the tree in the carefully netted cathedral, more than we’ve ever had before:
It should be a good pie year.
There’s a new Meyer lemon tree in the greenhouse (far right):
We’ll see how that does. It would be great if we can make it happy there. I love Meyer lemons.
It was a long day, but a good one. And I am thankful for my family and friends, even more than I usually am.