the fab­u­lous birth­day for my mummy

Things are hot­ting up here with fam­i­ly, let me tell you. John’s par­ents arrive tomor­row evening, after Alyssa’s fam­i­ly is here for the day, and a day after my whole fam­i­ly was here for my mum­my’s birth­day. Got that? Just take a look at these grand­daugh­ter faces. What could be a bet­ter present (com­plete with yel­low rib­bon from the bal­loons dec­o­rat­ing the seesaw)?

It was one of the best days EVER here at Red Gate Farm, long sun­ny hours spent chat­ting, some of us in the kitchen cre­at­ing meat­balls, some of us on the ter­race cre­at­ing paper dolls, some on the see­saw shout­ing, “not so high, Uncle John!”, and some using the tram­po­line as a most unex­pect­ed lounge lizard venue… yel­low bal­loons every­where (my moth­er’s favorite col­or), blue, BLUE skies, green lawns, red barns, glass­es of ice-filled pink lemon­ade, gos­sip and four-part­ed con­ver­sa­tions about all the same top­ics, and games of high-stakes Aggra­va­tion (New York rules!). The per­fect day. More on that lat­er, but suf­fice it to say: “Hap­py Birth­day, Mona.” We love you.

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