I'm sure you remember the old Beatles song, When I'm Sixty-Four. When that song was released, sixty-four seemed like a long way off for most of us. Well, it's much closer for me now. In fact, it's tomorrow.
I don't know how I managed to get so old in such a short time, but rather than bemoan it, I've decided to own it. Thanks to good genes, excellent make-up, and a top-notch hairdresser, I don't think most people would guess my true age upon meeting me. The very best part of turning sixty-four is that it's only one more year until sixty-five and MEDICARE! Let me tell you, as someone who has to pay $1,438 a month for bare-bones health insurance, Medicare is the shining light upon the hill.
Another good thing about turning sixty-four is I don't really need, or want, much of anything. OG is taking me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant, and that's about it. I did, however, give myself a present this year that I thought I'd share with you.
You may remember how much I love fairy gardens. Every year I build two new ones for my garden club's silent auction fundraiser. I also have my own, but after several years, it had grown tired-looking. For my birthday, I decided to replant it. OG also refurbished all the accessories that had been bleached nearly white in our strong sun.
Here's the planter before I started. It's really cute--looks like an old wicker suitcase.
Here are the plants in place. The little tree is a Monterey Cypress seedling from my yard. I'm going to try bonsai with it.
And here is the finished product. Isn't it cute? If I take care of it, I should get several years of pleasure before I have to start over again.