Happy Birthday to Me! Auspiciously, with two “16”s in the date. P wafts me away to brunch by the sea and a tranquil afternoon poking about in nature and walking on the beach, collecting pockets-full of smooth and mica-glittery stones. There are even surfers, due to the waves from a hurricane passing by out to sea. Everyone calls, cards festoon the mantel, in the evening I video-Skype with the grandboys, who sing happy birthday and squeal with delight as I blow out the candles on my cake. Such a day! I feel glad to be within this circle of love and joy.
It’s a beautiful day for our annual girls-outing, and we drive north through ever more colorful foliage to Fruitlands, an early Transcendentalist experiment in communal living started by Bronson Alcott– Louisa May’s brother. Now a lovely mix of trails, historic museums, and a great cafe for lunch, we hike, laugh, chat, and enjoy this sunny and relaxing day. One plus for me, getting to see Jo’s garret, from Little Women, where she, and the author who created her, would escape to write.