this is 56
i hate birthdays, but not for the reason you may think. i don’t particularly mind being one year older, even when those years are climbing toward the number 60. but, as a middle child, i do hate all of the attention that comes my way on birthdays, and as a tomboy, i have almost always hated the fashion that ends up in my closet because i am “a girl.” just give me a good coffee in the morning, clean my bathroom, mow my lawn, make me a taco for dinner, and give me good conversation over a glass of wine. happy birthday to me.
wild geranium flowers (Geranium maculatum)