Call me, don’t be afraid you can call me,
Maybe it’s late but just, call me.
Tell me and I’ll be around.
Call me, don’t be afraid you can call me,
Maybe it’s late but just, call me.
Tell me and I’ll be around.
Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.
~Elizabeth T. Dillingham, “A Faery Song”
A faery has to refresh himself somewhere…. wouldn’t it be fun to stumble upon one of these!
My postcards arrived. I’m very pleased with the job GotPrint did on them.
While waiting… I’ve been updating my mailing list, so… batta boom, batta bing…. they are out the door and headed to their prospective clients.
As always, they were mailed with the usual good luck mojo send off dance at the post office and a fond farewell to these postcards….. wadda ya mean …”it’s not usual?” ;)
Anyway, goodbye postcards. I’ll keep my fingers and toes crossed… and that’s one to check off the list of goals!
Cheerio!
Roberta