"It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year. Can't you see? Look at all the presents I have had. Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar. Can't you see them?"
~A. A. Milne's Winnie-the-Pooh
Of course, we know that there really was no cake, or candles and pink sugar, and no presents at all for poor, miserable little Eeyore. But, in the end, it didn't take much to make Eeyore's birthday a happy one. Perhaps, it was just the "no proper notice" taken of him that mattered most.
Well, there doesn't seem to be any presents or cakes, or candles and pink sugar around here either, but it would be next to impossible for one to have a miserable birthday on a day like today when the meadows, the ditches, the fences, the mountain sides, the trees, the gardens, and really the whole glorious valley, are all kindled with the fires of autumn. It really is "The Happiest Day of the Year."
And, a little stitching makes it even better. It seems to me that there may be two different stories emerging here...two little books instead of one.