On the night before your birthday, you should sleep out under the raspberries.
~Anastasia
Fireflies. Bullfrogs. Occasional glimpses of stars in the cloudy sky. Dark pine silhouetted across an open sky. Two cars, a few dogs, mostly quiet. Quiet. Quiet.
Awakened during the night only by logistical issues. Where is the pillow? I’ve edged off the therma-rest. Where’s my extra blanket? My head is cold.
And then they start. Robins. Blue jays.
My first image: pine silhouette, open sky, and the thinnest, most stunning sliver of the moon hanging with a few wispy scattered clouds that almost immediately hide its glory.
Happy birthday to me from Mother Earth.
Beth Lapin 
No, the photo isn’t mine, but it was as close as I could find (I forgot to take the camera out to the raspberries0
And Happy Birthday from me. Glad your birthday isn’t in January,..
What a nice start to your day, hope the rest is also wonderful.
Happy birthday, Beth, and thank you, again, for sharing part of it with Essex Books!!!
Sleeping under quiet stars, waking amid singing birds. Thank you for celebrating your birthday by reaching out to share these priceless gifts, and your talents and kindness, with all of us.
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