i am here. sleepy, but here. (not sleepy enough, unfortunately, to be asleep... )i thought this was a new poem, tho...little lost followers.:)
Me too, M. And the faces of all the flock show up as usual. Looks like all's well.
Funny Susan. Sweet dreams.
Dear Tim, the flock has not returned to my blog page, but if you can see them, I'll take that!
Yes, I can see them as well. I believe Blogger is undergoing changes, though I think some of us have already been through them. Your flowers/followers are not lost. xo
Thanks, Marylinn--doesn't this stuff just drive you crazy? I'm glad my flowers have not been torn out! xo
I, too, thought 'Little Lost Followers' was the title of a new poem, M. . . (speaking of which, 'Oh my' indeed! Oh my, oh my, oh my. . . An e- from me this afternoon when I return from my walk around the village of Santa Eulalia). By all appearances, (y)our bouquet is back. . . xo
Thank you, Claire! We all are thinking of our adventurous, open-hearted girl, radiant on your journey. xo
Not lost at all! Following you to the ends of the earth... :)(Blogger knows how to provoke anxiety!)