Today, Her Majesty, Elizabeth II, is ninety. I always remember her birthday. Always. Why? Because it is also my sister’s birthday. When I discovered that fact, I was delighted, especially since from an early age, oh, about ten or eleven, I thought the Queen was our Queen. After all, what’s a country without a President and a Queen? I thought that was the way it worked: one male for the business stuff, one female for the ceremony stuff. Remember, I was only ten or so.
If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you know that I am an Anglophile, and an Elizabethophile. (Or should that just be an Elizabethan?)
|with her corgis and dorgis (yes, I had to google 'dorgies')|
The BBC and the New York Times, my morning regulars, contributed the lovely pictures accompanying my blog today,
Happy Birthday Your Majesty, and many more. Oh, and Zen Hugs too!