Big fat snowflakes are falling here, gracing us with the start of a new season, which seems appropriate given it’s my husband’s birthday. We celebrated last night with family and cake, of course. And later today we’re heading to Henry’s at Buttermilk Inn and Spa for a wholesome farm to table dinner.
In the spirit of his birthday, I pulled one of my favorite go-to books off the shelf, The Art of Growing Up, Simple Ways to Be Yourself at Last. The Art of Growing Up offers an elegant, yet wise way of looking at the lifelong process of growing up and getting older. I leave you with this to ponder.
“How old would you be if you didn’t know your age?” – Veronique Vienne
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