Stamps, that is. I think these are among the nicest I've seen in a while.
The series is called Beautiful Blooms. Thank you, U.S. Post Office. What better way to send a little puff of spring through the mail? Husband used to pay his bills with commemorative stamps of B52 bombers, and ever since I've had an appreciation for the message of a stamp.
Boring? Perhaps. But it's my blog, and these make me happy. Anonymous poster: Can you see my middle finger pointed at the screen displaying your comment? You know what they say: If you can't say anything nice, shut the fuck up. Or go lurk someone else's blog. Yeah—maybe I'm being a little touchy about this, but I think when you read and comment on someone's blog, you're sort of like a guest. If you behaved like this at my house I would not invite you back.