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My 75th birthday was very pleasurable. Matthew, Tess, and Poppy woke up here in the morning, and Shelley and Ron, Becky and Ian visited in the afternoon. We all sat in the garden after lunch.
The first present I opened was from Poppy, who had chosen it. A certain amount of self-interest was rapidly confirmed.
Our granddaughter provided her parents with their own party hats.
Matthew obligingly assembled a colourful bird house that Louisa and Errol had sent me. Poppy saw it as a handbag and commandeered it for a tour of the garden she undertook with Tess;
she was intrigued to be introduced to one of her floral namesakes,
and to many other blooms,
with some of which she picked and adorned herself.
This was one view of the Kitchen Bed,
and another seen across Margery’s Bed, each containing
a number of day lilies, some of which Jackie dug up for Tess along with several other plants.
This scene is beyond the Heligan Path bench.
Being a Kiwi, Tess was able to describe exactly how to propagate New Zealand flax, and to explain the haka.
The reason for this was that I understand that this war dance also represents other events such as courtship, and I had no idea whether the capers of the pigeons on our roof represented war or love.
Becky brought over a beautifully hand stitched and embroidered dress that her niece Poppy had left behind at her home. Poppy couldn’t wait to strip off and model it. This treasured possession had been made by Tess’s friend, Daphne Harris.
This evening, except for Shelly and Ron who had left earlier, we are all going to dine at Lal Quilla. Regular readers will understand that that means I will enjoy a hot curry and drink Kingfisher, and at the end of the meal will be past caring what anyone else consumed. Should anything out of the ordinary occur, I will report on that tomorrow.