First and foremost, happy May.
Second of all, happy birthday to me.
It’s late and I don’t have too much to write here, but I wanted to spend the midnight hour doing it anyway. Tonight I feel lucky for blueberry cake made by my mom and vintage candle holders out of a well-worn box from Iowa, happy hour banjo lessons, and glass jar lanterns lit outside for the first time as a surprise. A bright yellow orange kitchen where I get to watch Dan make a pizza, listen to Uecker on the red radio and feed spinach to my cats. I feel grateful to have a small garden with tomato plants, blooming irises and the possibility of bee balm.
May your year be filled with dear family and friends, good music, nourishing food and the possibility of bee balm.