May brings my beloved partners birthday. It’s still a painful day but we now try to make it more of a celebration.
For the last couple of years her favourite white rose has produced at least one flower for the day. This year it will be cutting it fine looking at the lack of rose buds. But let’s hope.
We started trying to visit at least one of her favourite places on the day. We have an arboretum really close to us. She would love to walk there, especially one particular silver leafed tree alley. We started going there on her birthday. Even finishing off in the little cafe with her favourite sandwich and crisps. Sadly the arboretum is closed at present.
This year we had decided to have her favourite Chinese takeout meal. It would be first time we have had one since she left us. It just never seemed right that we should enjoy it without her. But now seemed like the time to change that. Again sadly the restaurant is closed at present.
So with our birthday options running out it’s time for some blue sky thinking. What can we do assuming the lockdown in in place (even if it lifted I suspect our very own lockdown will still be in operation).
Maybe we should resort to the very first birthday celebration idea. The two of us had a great idea. Why not write some lovely birthday messages on a card and then attach them to a balloon. Let’s launch it into the big sky and see it fly off into the distance. Where would the messages land. Somewhere in Yorkshire. Maybe the wind will carry them into Europe. So we launched the balloon while singing happy birthday. Unfortunately the first balloon never made it out of the garden. It was as floaty as my big backside. A second attempt made it four feet. Precisely to the farm fence but it exploded on some barbed wire. The final attempt made it to the giddy heights of about 8 ft high. Crawled into the farmers field and landed in a cow pat.
It’s the thought that counts.