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As I watched May Day fly by on Friday, I remembered how we celebrated the day as kids. The four of us collected wildflowers (from where? I don’t remember…) and stuffed them into little paper cones to deliver to the neighbors. (Could the flowers have been Lily of the Valley which is poisonous?? I know this because I used it as a murder method in one of my advice column mysteries.) Then we rang doorbells and ran away, leaving the flowers behind. I can’t imagine what the neighbors thought about these small, wilted bouquets, but I hope we brought a little joy.
Speaking of joy, since arriving back in chilly Connecticut, I have been tapping away at my Paris novel feeling like I’m finally making some good progress! I will definitely keep you posted, but if you like to read little snippets of the WIP, you can find them here and here.
I’ll leave you there, but always, I’m so very grateful for your support, your reviews, your pre-orders, but most of all, for reading! Please imagine that I've delivered a small but unwilted May Day bouquet to each of you with gratitude and affection.
Love,
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