Pick-me-ups!

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Freshly picked wishes
a bundle of encouragement –
immunity boost!

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

21 thoughts on “Pick-me-ups!”

-Eugenia says:

September 26, 2020 at 10:50 am

Flowers are definitely a day brightener!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 26, 2020 at 3:39 pm
  
  They sure are!
  
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Heart to Heart says:

September 25, 2020 at 5:16 pm

We all are in need of immunity boost now than ever before!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 8:03 pm
  
  Agreed!
  
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tanjabrittonwriter says:

September 25, 2020 at 5:00 pm

Definitely a beautiful bouquet of smiles and sunshine. 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 7:22 pm
  
  It sure is. Thanks Tanja.
  
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  1. tanjabrittonwriter says:
    
    September 25, 2020 at 8:28 pm
    
    You are welcome.
    
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oneletterup says:

September 25, 2020 at 10:17 am

What a sweet and welcome sight 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 10:19 am
  
  Thanks. So cheery!
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    September 25, 2020 at 10:32 am
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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Keith says:

September 25, 2020 at 8:59 am

This pick me up makes me want to break out The Tempatations’ lyric, “I feel sunshine on a cloudy day, when it is cold outside, I feel the month of May….” Keith

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 10:19 am
  
  Thanks Keith. Now I’ll be singing that all day too!
  
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sgeoil says:

September 25, 2020 at 8:54 am

Lovely!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 10:18 am
  
  Thanks Heather.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    September 25, 2020 at 3:04 pm
    
    Welcome 🙂
    
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Deborah says:

September 25, 2020 at 8:41 am

A beautiful bundle of encouragement! Thank you for sharing this encouragement with us! 🙂 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 10:18 am
  
  Thanks Deborah. My pleasure.
  
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Susan Zutautas says:

September 25, 2020 at 8:33 am

❤

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Liz Gauffreau says:

September 25, 2020 at 7:56 am

I love it! The bouquet and the poem brought a smile to start my day off right.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2020 at 10:18 am
  
  Flowers are indeed magic. Thanks.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    September 25, 2020 at 9:02 pm
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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