March. It's My Birthday, Too.

Such an interesting week.  Over the weekend we, that Spouse o' Mine and I, traveled to Oklahoma to visit my parents.  It was my birthday.  I am fifty-six.  Mom & Dad are 87-ish.  Also traveling to Oklahoma were Denver daughter Gillian and her boyfriend.  Twenty-somethings.

Since it was my birthday, plus a niece-in-law's birthday, plus a sister-to a sister-in-law's birthday (I know: Okies make it confusing.), I decided to invite EVERYONE over to Mom & Dad's Saturday night for dinner and mayhem.  Not everyone could make it-some people were skiing in Colorado and mountain climbing the Adirondacks, and one was at a bass tournament at a Grand Lake.  But we did enjoy four generations of laughter and conversations, sprinkled with twirls and instantaneous make-believe scenarios by the six-years-and-under.  One moment I was a cat, then a bunny.  Then I found myself talking to adult kin about mountain climbing this summer, and then, politics.  Oops!  Then I became a picnicker, sitting on the floor of Mom's kitchen, encouraging the six-and-unders to enjoy another helping of cake and ice cream.  Such a fun evening.

One morning last week, I was barely awake, and eyes not even open, and I told that Spouse o' Mine, "I had a dream that Heylin (Heylin {deceased}, was my great aunt, the oldest of fourteen kids), was sitting across the dinner table from me, and I thought to myself, 'I should let her know who I am ', as in : I am a Van Valkenburgh."  That Spouse o' Mine mumbled something, because his eyes, much less his brain were not yet opened.  But the dream held my interest, because I was never close to Heylin, at all, although I respected her and the rest of the Van Valkenburgh elders.

Well!  Not two hours after that dream narration, I received a Facebook message from a cousin, Kathy.  Kathy, granddaughter of Heylin.  Kathy & I knew each other in high school and attended the same university.  And that's where our lives parted. Until last week.  Her Facebook message said, "We need to get together for lunch."

Wowza.  How does that work?  I dream about a deceased someone, and her granddaughter FB's me two hours later to have lunch?  I LOVE how life works. There is so much we simply do not know and are not aware of.  Cosmic energy. Ha ha ha !  I love it. So, Kathy & I are off to lunch in Kansas City tomorrow morning.

While I was gallivanting around DuPont Circle two weeks ago, I received an email from Victor in Sequim, Washington.  He sells lavender.  He said he was shipping my lavender order from last October.  I replied Thank You, and got to pondering what was my next step in this lavender biz...

Well!  One week and 288 lavender plants later, let me tell you, I have a Brickhouse full of lavender plants ready to put in the ground in a few weeks/months.  (I ordered "plugs", which are just that: dinky stems with roots attached.  From there, they {hopefully} mature into viable plants to sink into the earth when the earth hits a certain temperature, after frost.)

My Brickhouse:

And that is what my "birthday week" has been.  Fun, fanciful, dreamy, lavender-laden, and tonight? Some much-needed, gentle rain.  With our windows wide-open.  Such a treat...