On a lovely March Wednesday, we celebrated Dawna's birthday party.
Some of us came bedecked in Elvish attire, Ethan and I wore our cloaks,
but unfortunately we were much to preoccupied to take a picture.
So you have my permission to be upset at not being able to enjoy our epic-ness.
Dawna trucked out that morning and gathered a armful of cedar branches.
And this is what became of them . . .
White cottonwood twigs and cedar berries.
I must say, I loved this centerpiece so much.
Porkloin, sweet potatoes, and green bean casserole.
The Lovely Lady of the Wood.
It was one of the favorite gifts, as you can see.
Keats. Just Keats. John Keats Poetry from Joseph. A whole book of it!
So Audrey: 59 Ways to Put a Little Hepburn in Your Step. From William, who was gone to Albuquerque that day, unfortunately.
A wood spirit. From Ethan. This was the real favorite.
Ethan was quite pleased with how much it pleased everyone.
Received a place of honor on Dawna's bookshelf.
And the evening whisked away to the lilting tune of the Elvish flute. . .
Happy Birthday, Dawna dear.