Birthday flowers come and go, unless one takes a picture and captures the image forever.
I didn't get many flowers this year, but Carlos' receptionist, who also is a good friend, stopped by just to give me this lovely arrangement.
Luckily this picture of mama possum and her clinging brood was not taken at my house, though I'm sure it could've been. I hear their eerie calls while it is still dark outside. I know they are out there, somewhere. By the time daylight makes its appearance, they have burrowed into hiding.