creating meaningful celebrations without significant cash outlay is another piece of the lifestyle puzzle here for our family.
sadly, it seems the cultural norm for all holidays, birthdays included, is to buy something, often buy a lot of somethings. lately it seems more and more folks are steering away from thoughtful investments in time that often result in gifts steeped in meaning, we find ourselves trying to do just the opposite. with most holidays here on the farm, we try to do things, we try to make things, we try to somehow capture the essence of the day without a lot of buying, without getting sucked into the consumerism that so defines these times.
so last week came my birthday. i knew there was a lot of baking and creating going on behind closed doors, but nothing could have prepared me for the delights of the day.
one year ago to celebrate my birthday we dyed our first yarn blue. it was a day full of glory, one that couldn’t be recreated.
this year, while still heavy in a dyeing frenzy, we decided to go for another shade. the anniversary of my birth dawned and on that foggy fall day we headed to the fields of goldenrod surrounding the farm and picked ourselves about 6 pounds of flowering heads. with book in hand and high hopes for nature’s best yellow, we plunged into a celebratory day of dining and dyeing, laughing and working: celebrating my birthday.
the day, the yarn, it was all too perfect.