At the end of last month I had already begun dealing with the reality of turning 90, and since it has happened, it still seems unreal. I wish I had some words of wisdom or memorable sayings to pass along, but 90 is another unremarkable day. There is so much to enjoy and cherish, and I celebrate each new day. It's still fun to hear "I love your hair," when a stranger admires the blue and purple mixed in with the white. Speaking of color, my sasanqua bush put on its annual show, leaving a pink carpet beneath. After a couple of freezing nights, it bloomed even more heavily.
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| Sasanqua bush |
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| Puzzle featuring a cat's choice of books |
A friend surprised me with this beautiful white bouquet. It has served as my Christmas decoration.
Rahrah is looking suspicious, sensing she's about to be taken to the vet to deal with her sneezing. Elizabeth is enjoying lap time.
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| Rahrah |
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| Elizabeth enjoying lap time |
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