I need to start today by wishing Faust a happy birthday. Happy birthday Faust!

I hope your birthday is filled with lots of good food. I’m not sure I even remember the last time I saw Faust in person. There is a rift between us ever since he did the unthinkable and started liking hockey. I should effort to see him this year. But I can say that about a bunch of people though.

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I’m dreaming to myself
With a tear behind my eye
For a shelter is my mind
In the quiet of the night

Ever turning all the seasons
Ever fading are the days
And if there ever was a reason
I just haven’t found a way
-Brandi Carlile

I’m not going to torture you with more poetry written by artificial intelligence today. You will get enough of me “monkeying” around with artificial intelligence in Saturday’s post. I’ll just remind you that Thursdays are for flowers and flowertography season is nearly upon us. There are plants pushing through the dirt all over my yard. The lilacs and the cherry trees are starting to bud. The long winter of our discontent is nearly over!

These were the last flower pictures I took in 2022, but don’t fear, that doesn’t mean that next Thursday will be sans flowertography. Oh no my friends, there will be flower pictures. This. I. Do. Swear!