Seventy

If I say it often enough, I may begin to believe it. It’s more than a week since the significant milestone and I’m begin to get used to the idea – although it still surprises me. And I’m lucky. Two close friends didn’t make it to 60. Dad was only 62.

When my brother turned 70 he just wanted to hide away – no celebration, thank you! I was happy to celebrate. My younger brother and sister-in-law took me out to lunch on the day, friends and I went out for lunch two days after, and my sister and brother-in-law hosted a family dinner in the weekend.

It’s nice to stretch out a celebration over several days.

After the party, there were flowers (and chocolates) to enjoy, a bird feeder perfectly timed for winter, some wise advice, and a delightful photo from my niece of the two great-nephews sleeping on the journey home after the long weekend (King’s Birthday). And is this a good spot to plant the tree?