This postcard with its poetic greeting is my wish for each of you this early Friday morning. Hearing today's national weather reports, it seems it is sunny everywhere except where I live. As I type this, the clouds are scudding thick over the rising sun--though they say (who are they anyway) it will clear off later and will reach the mid-70's.
In the meantime, I walk in my garden where the faeries flit over the flowers. The flowers, of course call their greetings--not only to these tiny beings--but to me. Sometimes they even sing.
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