The postman rang our bell.
There was a package for me.
My friend in England sent me birthday greetings.
My friend in England sent me birthday greetings.
She made me a photograph album of her gardens
I now can look at her photographs
and dream of walking in her gardens.
One of these days I will travel to her.
One of these days I will smell her flowers.
Until than I know we are connected.
She sent lovely treasures.
A butterfly for my collar
and a wee Teddy to inspire.
A way to mark my place
and to find my way to her village.
I hear her voice as I read her words.
We treasure seeds.
We treasure the sound of the wind.
One of these days I will smell her flowers.
Until than I know we are connected.
A butterfly for my collar
We treasure the sound of the wind.
I am singing songs of Thanksgiving today.
My friend has given me
the gift of joy.
My friend has given me
the gift of joy.
Oh how beautiful! The book of her birds and flowers is such a special gift! And your butterfly muse -- truly treasures beyond measure.
ReplyDeleteMy dear Sherry,
ReplyDeleteYou are so very welcome.
I send you Christmas blessings and much love.
May 2012 be a year full of joy for you and yours.
I am getting ready to visit my son....we shall take my parents and meet Poppi and Riley there.
I hope to start blogging again in the New Year, all being well :-)
Hugs.
Cheryl is the sweetest lady. You are blessed with her friendship. I hope you had a wonderful birthday.
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