Seeing that today is my birthday (fifty-five, in case you're wondering), and because Walt Whitman has been in my mind since David's post about lilacs and more a couple of days ago, I'm summoning the spirit and the words of Whitman to celebrate the day:
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of grass.
I plan to make some time for leaning and loafing and observing today. And later on, a small celebration with three of my favorite people in the world: David, Bekah, and Anna.
Image: Collage for a website, 2009