she embraces spring

the day practically beams with happiness, sunshine, fertility, new things...

I have a theory that the earth is dusted with magic fairy dust every April, it makes strangers smile, patrons tip better, and lovers unite. No one breaks up in Spring. Many babies are concieved. And Unmarried hold hands and gaze longingly (apparantly Smug-Marrieds are unaffected by this dust...I think they call it pollen).

Anyhow, enough romantic gurple for one afternoon, I'll retreat to Proust and his take on the Impressionist movement. Or I'll walk around town, picking other people's tulips. Or I'll do all those clichéd spring things involving windows down or mowing grass, etc, etc.

NO! I know! I'll go buy seed packets! I love to that! and plant them in an egg carton until little sprouts blossom and I can transplant them into my woefully ghetto yard. $4 to my name and it's all going to seed packets! Hurrah!

- on 2003-04-03 at 2:11 p.m.

wilted - blooming