birthday bouquets

So apparently the amount of flowers one receives for a birthday is related to the number on the birthday cage, for women at least. It seems the older a woman becomes, the more flowers she receives.

That, at least, is a very nice development. I used to buy my own flowers for my birthdays, because I always wanted to have lots of them and nobody ever gave me any. On Monday, I received five beautiful bouquets, plus some gorgeous yellow tulips cut from my friends’ garden. And presents on top of that!

I do enjoy my birthdays, I really do.

my birthday cake: a pancake-cake that my sister made as a surprise while I walked the dog!

my birthday cake: a pancake-cake that my sister made as a surprise while I walked the dog!

after breakfast... (that's a bottle of sparkling wine and half a bottle of cider gone... where did they disappear to?)

after breakfast… (that’s a bottle of sparkling wine and half a bottle of cider gone… where did they disappear to?)

the huge bunch of summer flowers my sister gave me

the huge bunch of summer flowers my sister gave me

a cute tiny bouquet from my cousin

a cute tiny bouquet from my cousin

a gorgeous red rose from my grandmother

a gorgeous red rose from my grandmother

tulips, freshly cut from (I hope!) my friends' garden

tulips, freshly cut from (I hope!) my friends’ garden

a really large pink bouquet full of flowers I don't know

a large pink bouquet full of flowers I don’t know

yellow roses and tiny yellow sunflower-like flowers tied up with birch branches

yellow roses and tiny yellow sunflower-like flowers tied up with birch branches

all the pretty presents!

all the pretty presents!

the whole birthday table

the whole birthday table

If you look closely at the presents, you’ll see a DVD set of Downtown Abbey (freshly sent from the UK from my youngest sister) – to judge my reaction to that, check out my post about my brain on obsession. Then there’s a postcard from my parents, all the way from Australia. A crumple-up street map of New York from a friend. “The White Tiger” by Aravind Adiga from my uncle (who has formed the rather startling habit of pressing random hardcover books into my hands every time I see him ever since he realized that I’m serious about that whole crazy idea of writing a book). A book with one hundred really cute ideas for crochet projects that my sister gave me – I’m only able to do very simple crocheting, but maybe this’ll help me learn something new. Oh, and let’s not forget the ubiquitous alcoholic offerings – among the sparkling wines and red wine and the self-made raspberry liqueur there is an actual bottle of real Champagne.

So yeah… between the flowers, the presents, my siblings, both the two present and the two who weren’t here, the beautiful, beautiful weather and a very spontaneous BBQ with family and friends in the evening, I had a great day, as birthdays ought to be. πŸ™‚

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About wordsurfer

writer, ex-teacher, human rights believer & fighter, traveller, adventure-seeker, freedom lover, global citizen. big on daydreams, less so on reality.

Posted on April 19, 2013, in day-to-day. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Happy Birthday Girl! Glad you got a perfect day filled with flowers, gifts and most of all Lots of Love! πŸ˜€

  2. Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!

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    Happy, happy Birthday.. Beautiful flowers are so wonderful to receive and you are so deserving of these gifts!!!

  4. Happy birthday! Love all the flowers. =D And that pancake cake of yours looks absolutely delicious. I’m glad you had a wonderful day.

    • Thank you lovely Zen! I’m off for a week of work where I’ll be without internet again and when I’m back, I’m so looking forward to finally really catching up. πŸ™‚

  5. Happy belated birthday. Looks like you had a great party. πŸ™‚

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