This is a hand-made card from my new friend Trang Kang in Texas. My scan does not do it justice. There is a soft, warm metallic gold running through out. Hints of opalescent glitter as well.

Trang named this well. The colors are bright and alive, fresh, and new. The golden glow warms me. I feel as if I am surrounded by a gentle breeze, sweet bird song, and flowers. Everywhere, flowers.

On the back, curvaceous vines, tiny blooms and this:

Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

 

I found this and thought  you might enjoy hearing Shel read it. It is a visual treat!

 

 

Thank you Trang for brightening my day. I love this card! Shel Silverstein has always been a favorite. Thanks for reminding me that I have his books on my shelf, waiting to be opened.