I have been graciously reminded that Pansies and Primroses are two different types of flower. I suppose in my state of twitterpated excitement I got discombobulated.. Two different words, same meaning. Pansy, Primrose, GORGEOUS SPRING FLOWERS!!! The following lunacy is dedicated to you, my darling, enchanted, flower of a girl.....
It's almost spring; that vernal time of year when birds of song or le chant des oiseaux as they are commonly called (in France) are just testing out the first few notes of A. Coplands "Spring Composition" and other noteable works of music from 1944. Some are just twittering away, heedless of rhythm, timing and poetic facial (beak-al) expression but I suppose that is all one can expect of a simple sparrow. In the evening, you might think it's just a baby howling it's little curly head off when all it is only the neighbor's "chat" having a go at the full yellow moon. What is it about the planet's alignment with the earth at this time of year that causes us all to just "lose it" or temporarily suspend grey matter functionality, if you prefer. Maybe the moon is reflecting more of the sun and that is changing the very flow of the blood in our veins, causing our heartbeats to quicken inherently expecting the warm breezes and blossoms to follow. Or maybe our wallets lighten every time we pass the gardening section at Target and this lets us know that spring is well on its way. Perhaps it's not the most common way of charting the seasons but certainly very practical.
Today, I did the right thing and told my primroses that they were English. At that, they straightened up almost unnoticeably and seemed to cock their petal shaped ears in my direction for the rest of the news. "You are NOT pansies, so man up", I told them. "You are Primroses. English Primroses. From now now there'll be none of this wilting around if I forget to water you just the week you think I should. And for heaven's sakes, can't you do something about those unsightly dead blooms? I would think it a matter of dignity that you would take care of your own dead. If I have to come in there......it ain't gonna be pretty." I've tried the love talk and crooning and watering on demand. Let's see if Dr. Spock works on these hardy specimens of flora. I'm still not sure how they're taking the news but time will tell...
It's almost spring; that vernal time of year when birds of song or le chant des oiseaux as they are commonly called (in France) are just testing out the first few notes of A. Coplands "Spring Composition" and other noteable works of music from 1944. Some are just twittering away, heedless of rhythm, timing and poetic facial (beak-al) expression but I suppose that is all one can expect of a simple sparrow. In the evening, you might think it's just a baby howling it's little curly head off when all it is only the neighbor's "chat" having a go at the full yellow moon. What is it about the planet's alignment with the earth at this time of year that causes us all to just "lose it" or temporarily suspend grey matter functionality, if you prefer. Maybe the moon is reflecting more of the sun and that is changing the very flow of the blood in our veins, causing our heartbeats to quicken inherently expecting the warm breezes and blossoms to follow. Or maybe our wallets lighten every time we pass the gardening section at Target and this lets us know that spring is well on its way. Perhaps it's not the most common way of charting the seasons but certainly very practical.
Today, I did the right thing and told my primroses that they were English. At that, they straightened up almost unnoticeably and seemed to cock their petal shaped ears in my direction for the rest of the news. "You are NOT pansies, so man up", I told them. "You are Primroses. English Primroses. From now now there'll be none of this wilting around if I forget to water you just the week you think I should. And for heaven's sakes, can't you do something about those unsightly dead blooms? I would think it a matter of dignity that you would take care of your own dead. If I have to come in there......it ain't gonna be pretty." I've tried the love talk and crooning and watering on demand. Let's see if Dr. Spock works on these hardy specimens of flora. I'm still not sure how they're taking the news but time will tell...
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