For my birzday

Please note: for some vewy strange reason I am talking to myzelf in zome kind of accent today, and it seems fitting to be translating zat to my blog. Of course, the translation is not rrreally coming zthrough, but it is vewy funnee to be me today.

Look at zese gorgeous pottery mushrooms that a vewy dear fwiend gave me for my birsthday. So pretty sitting in the garden.

 Zey make me smile when I look at zem, so imagine how I felt when I came outside and saw zis...

a dear little visitor sat for hours upon ze mushroom, before she flew off to finish her life somevhere else.