26 March 2007
"Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring."
- Johnny Mercer, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
The heckling can end. Been busy in CheekTown and writing is a guilty pleasure. Apologies for the Spring blag break.
Speaking of Spring, it is ON in Hotlanta. First blooming were the Redbud and Bradford pear trees, chased rapidly by cherry trees and forsythia. Saturday found the dogwoods and azaleas competing for first billing. Prettiest tulips yet were spied yesterday at a traffic light.
And so, with Spring comes its rites. Fat bees hum in slow stupor as they languidly lounge about the jasmine blooms draping down from the front porch lattice. Female cardinals build their nests with azalea twigs.
For female humans, toes are pedi-blinged, temperatures rise, necklines plunge, and razors fly as pale legs are landscaped for printemps display.
You cannot trust Cheek with sharp objects. She can barely sing and shake a tamborine at the same time! It took three SpongeBob band-aids to quell the welling blood. At least they glowed in the dark to light the way - Cheek's not known for grace, either.
(Props to Erin O’Brien and her Ides of March Eve Naked Couch Day pic for illustrating tasteful snaps.)