…well it’s my birthday, too.

The sun is shining, it feels like spring, and it’s a holiday. What more can you ask for on your birthday?

Birthday breakfast.

Birthday breakfast.

Well, maybe a delicious breakfast. It doesn’t need to be fancy to be delicious. Here is the simplicity I put in my bowl this morning:

a sprinkling of granola
several dollops of plain Greek yogurt
sliced strawberries
a drizzle of honey

The only thing that could make it better is sweet, fresh local Nova Scotia strawberries. But since I’m a spring chicken, the berries aren’t ready yet.

How old am I today? Well, I just said I’m a spring chicken and most of the time I still feel like one. And that’s all that really matters.

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