Dear Lydia
May Years be made of Sunny Days,
And Lifes own sky be blue,
With friendship shedding full its rays on all your dreams come tue
from your friend
Caroline Plath ...presumably no relation to Sylvia Plath
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Too sickly for me!
ReplyDeleteSay, are those hummingbirds on that first postcard?
ReplyDeleteWhat a strange image on that last card. They are Forget-me-nots I assume, but what are they in?
ReplyDeleteHee Hee, Christine, I find it fitting you open with a "best wishes" postcard just underneath the opening statement about that dreadful word "taxes". How funny and appropriate as some of us may need that blessing around tax time!!!!! Have a beautiful week and I am so happy you love your new jewels I sent you!
ReplyDeleteIf it is your birthday today, then Happy Birthday to you :).
ReplyDeleteSweet cards and verse.
These are (overly) joyous postcards, not the trademark of a tormented soul like poor Sylvia...
ReplyDeleteMark,
ReplyDeleteI think they are supposed to be hummingbirds, but I've never seen any like that.
Alan,
Why, it's an upside down Centurion helmet, of course. What else would you put forget-me-nots in?
ie Vergissmeinnicht schauen aus, als wären sie in einem Helm.
ReplyDeleteSehr kurios.
Liebe Grüße
Janine
It's not my birthday, but I was gonna try to pass myself off as a GE subsidiary!ha!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm going to start saying "Birthday Congratulations" instead of "Happy Birthday"! These are beautiful cards!
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