fare thee {well}

Once upon a time a little Traveling Girl came upon the lost garden of the shyest of the green thumb society….

Dancing along in her bare feet, she plucked her favorite blooms from their benevolent place and breathed in their perfume with a smile…

These would be perfect… just the sort of cheer her sad week necessitated.  Surely there would not be enough cheer for the farewells that lie ahead, but perhaps there would be more blooms on the other side…