It started Thursday evening when we picked up our 10-year-old granddaughter for a dinner out. The conversation was lively and I learned so much about the world from her perspective. Then Saturday, our oldest daughter announced she was playing her first ever hockey game, so we drove to the city to watch. I didn’t even […]
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They look like fireworks!! You amaze me with your knowledge of so many names–of flowers and birdies 🙂
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Birds are my passion, flowers not so much. This name came from my husband.
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🙂 🙂
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Lovely! Bursts of the unexpected!
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Thanks, Heather. Love these flowers.
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful poem, beautiful flower, your beautiful heart, can’t get anymore beautiful than that V.J.! 😀 ❤
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How sweet, Deborah. Thank you.
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