It's Mother's Day, It's my birthday, It's a SUNNY Day!

Every so often my birthday coincides with Mother's Day, something I am sorry about, Mom.
This Mother's Day, it was a gorgeous sunny day, the first day all the snow melted from the front lawn and the street side of the drive, and a day off! Got up early, and got a bunch of stuff done that has been snarling in the corners like cleaning up the kids' rooms in anticipation of their return, repotting root-bound plants. Cleaned the deck of the two rotted planters. Refilled the hummingbird feeders. Put the lawn furniture out. Weeded the strawberry bed. Uncovered and weeded the roses & perennial bedss. Cleaned the bulb beds. Potted up the geraniums, petunias, herbs, and other annuals and arranged them decoratively on the deck. Put out the summer flag. Rested on my laurels and read (Assassination Vacations by Sarah Vowel, quite funny in a macabre way, loaned by Jeanine). Walked the dog. Came home to a big bouquet of Asiatic and Calla Lilies, a chilled bottle of Nicholas Feuillatte champagne, and John bustling about making an incredible meal:
Charlene's Salad (see the Fiddlehead Cookbook, bacon fried in olive oil with garlic, walnuts and chevre over Romaine and lemon juice)
Lamb Roast with Mustard glaze, served with a fabulous dark and intense Merlot
Homemade Parsley pesto pasta
Shitake and Snowpeas
and a dessert of homemade mango sorbet, dark chocolate, and vanilla ice cream topped with macerated strawberries.
And he did the dishes.
I slept well.