Bitch on the Blog

June 22, 2010

The darkness blues

Filed under: Beauty — bitchontheblog @ 04:27

Newsflash from your very own Moaning Minnie:

Dawn has broken on 22 June (or at least for those of us who do NOT limp behind across the wrong side of the Atlantic).

21 June being the longest day of the year we are now marching towards the trenches of December. Yes, I know: I am a bundle of fun, aren’t I? My mother still hasn’t forgiven me for presenting her with a birthday card on occasion of her 40th stating that 50 is on the horizon. It was a perfectly valid observation. However, what the sender says is not always received in the spirit of one’s  own and often misguided humoUr.

Still, gaffes tend to make the best anecdotes some years down the line.

Going to smell the roses and the freshly erupted Jasmine,

U

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4 Comments »

  1. I had had the same thought about December and , even worse, the eventual arrival of January and February.

    Did you dance naked in the woods yesterday?…………………no , neither did I. It’s a much over rated past time.

    I was amazed, on Sunday, that the lime trees had suddenly burst into bloom and filled the air with their sweet scent, Just in time for the Solstice. What I miss is the buzz and hum of bees we used to hear in my youth, as they harvested the nectar in these tiny flowers. I remeber Lime trees sounding almost alive and almost as loud as Vuvuzela orchestra.

    Do you know the story of Ferdinand? He was a Spanish fighting bull who used to sit and smell the flowers.

    Comment by magpie11 — June 22, 2010 @ 12:03 | Reply

    • I remember Ferdinand the bull. Glad he has time to sit & smell the flowers.

      Comment by bikehikebabe — June 22, 2010 @ 16:23 | Reply

    • No, I didn’t dance in the woods. It’s not safe any longer with CCTV cameras everywhere.

      Magpie, yes, I do remember Ferdinand. Also do know Ronda/Andalucia/Spain/Europe/Planet Earth rather well. First time I went there was on my honemoon. Remember lovely lunch overlooking a Ravine before winding our way down back to the coast.

      Somewhere in the archives are photos of me in Ronda’s bullring (minus the bull). Just as I’d never attend a boxing match I wouldn’t go to a bull fight. Hemingway’s “Death in the Afternoon” tells you all there is to know.

      Smelling the flowers,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 23, 2010 @ 15:38 | Reply

  2. ***Beautiful story, magpie*** Not here. I have to tell SOMEBODY. K. & fam. were leaving for Santa Fe & I asked him to turn on water for plants inside. Tom had it sooo turned off I needed Goliath. Kendall turned it soooo on, that I couldn’t twist it off. Flooded fountain area. Flooded Pergo floor.

    I’ve pulled muscles on one replaced shoulder joint & couldn’t use that arm. Other replaced shoulder joint weak. LIGHTBULB moment!!! I got on chair so didn’t’ have to use shoulder muscles. (My lower arms & hands are strong. I work on that.) Voila!!! Fixed problem. Plants might die with too much water. They are touchy about that. Fingers crossed.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — June 22, 2010 @ 15:52 | Reply


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