Another Day

Saturday was my birthday. I made myself a blueberry galette topped with an extra spoonful of whipped cream.

I haven't been feeling particularly chatty. Neighbor Bill did stop by Saturday morning with a birthday card. His wife makes cards and does a beautiful job. I display them for awhile and always keep them. They are too nice and thoughtful to recycle. Other than that it was a quiet day. Mark offered to pick up dinner but I said no. I had bought steelhead trout and had plans to steam that. Which I did. We don't eat out. That started after I got too busy on the farm and was not interested in showering and getting dressed again. Nope. Showering and pajamas, thank you. Now? No interest. I'm a lively sort.