Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Spring

spring-flowers-1 We so embrace spring in New England. And why wouldn't we? We're under the hammer for so long. We have gritted our teeth. We have said so what.



But today, we are revealed. We are alive.



We walk out from the kitchen and sit on the steps. It's warm. Maybe life will be better.
YEAH? YOU THINK SO? YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO WALK BACK IN THE DOOR AND YOU WON'T BE SPENDING FIVE GRAND ON THAT IMPLANT?



Some people just refuse to be cheerful, don't they? Meanwhile, We remember other springs, or at least I do. I love Arkansas, where spring started long ago.

The azaleas.



For me, they stand for spring. I can't remember anything that I have ever seen more beautiful.

All right, all right, wait a minute. I do think the Finger Lakes are very beautiful and also this one overlook view we saw in San Francisco of the Golden Gate Bridge.
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They are beautiful too. But Arkansas azalea season is like no other, I promise, dear reader.
DON'T FORGET THE SCORPIONS AND TARANTULAS AND POISONOUS SNAKES. THE MORE BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE, THE MORE DEADLY.

Yes, whatever.


Of course I didn't appreciate the azales when I lived among them. It was like a big blanket spread out over all the lawns. As long as I teach for a living, I will never get to see them.


AND THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE CHEERFUL?

WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THE FREAKING AZALEAS?

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO TEACH. I REMEMBER WHEN YOU-------

Okay then, I guess I'll go inside now. In truth, the various mosquitos and flies and stinging things are coming to life along with everything else and it's time to bash some ants on the kitchen counter.
Then I look out the window for The Viewing Of The Back Yard.



Ugh. Okay, Bette--go for it.
WHAT A DUMP!

On that note, perhaps that is one good thing about winter. No raking. Perhaps I didn't value the rake-free [the kind you use on the lawn, not some devilish bastard] facet of the colder weather. It may in fact be time to go upstairs and do another crossword.

Denial is not a bad place to be sometimes.
A bientot
love,
becky

4 Comments:

At 10:19 PM , Blogger sandman1 said...

Happy (achoo) Spring (ACHOO!)! These libidinous trees are giving me a bit of a hard time...

We had azaleas along our house when I was growing up. Pink and white and purple, so long as they weren't orange (Mom didn't like the combination). I never thought all that much about them either, but I do notice we just don't have them around here, now that you mention it.

I saw an ad on BBC for a show about how there's a web site that helps women get men to pay for their implants, but I suspect that's not the sort you meant!

 
At 10:32 PM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

Haha, sm, dental implants for me and suffering with one right now. Ugh.

b

 
At 1:37 AM , Blogger Kay said...

Good to see Bette D make an appearance again!
Azaleas are stunning. Over here at the moment, they have all gone to sleep.
Enoy your crosswords (and don't take too much notice of that Ms D. - she's not always right!)

 
At 6:34 AM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

Yes, I try my best to ignore her, Kay. :)

b

 

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