I grow mad peonies. I don’t mean they are angry, I’m trying to be hip here. They herald a wonderful time in the garden every year and remind me that my birthday is approaching. In one week I’ll be six decades old. Tonight I thought about how I would like to spend that momentus day.
- I want hours painting the deck furniture with three people – Lex, Hanni and Shana. My daughters and soulmates. I want to dance to loud, old, rock & roll, sip decadent fruit juices and soak up the moments in the sun together.
- I want to kayak. I haven’t been this year and last year my trips were few and far between. Hanni is arriving with her truck; have truck will kayak. Ever since selling my truck I have been less inspired to go out to the rivers and lakes. Time to get over that.
- I want fresh flowers blooming and birds singing and dogs playing. Between us, there are four dogs. My heart aches for Skeedles, my cat, as she will disappear for a day or so until she figures out the canine mayhem. She lives in the great outdoors by choice this time of year anyway. I want the flowers to be in full splendor and the light to be perfect for photography.
- I want to ride ponies up into the leafy green wonder of the woods. I want to wander down trails that require you to push back the branches, or, as we learned fox hunting, breaking their tips off so the next rider isn’t whacked in the face coming behind you.
- Once the environment cooperates, I want to be wise enough to record, in my words, and in my heart, every second of turning a page with those I hold dearest. I doubt I have sixty more years, so from here on out I want to be totally aware of those I do have.
It’s a tall list, I know. Whatever we can enjoy will be fine. We come from a line of strong women. They weren’t always nice in the traditional sense, but they made us who we all are today. I want to honor that by being a strong woman my daughters will think fondly of and maybe someday say, “When I’m that old I hope I’m like Mama Bear.”
Here’s to starting the next decade!