Because last weekend
I smelled the first lilac.
Picked cowslips in the garden.
Saw my neighbour venture out in a bikini.
(And even I managed to inflict a bit of sun damage to my nose.)
I picked branches of apple blossom on the beach
And watched busy people springcleaning their beach-huts.
And I laughed when I saw two seagulls - how shall I put this delicately? - making raucous love on another neighbour's chimney.
This is a big improvement on last year when they dive-bombed us as we scurried down the street. (They're so big and scary that I used to skulk past under my umbrella.)
And just as I was thinking what a shame it was that I couldn't take the week off ...
The sky went black and the wind whipped up and suddenly the rain was lashing down.
English weather.
5 comments:
Your description is poetic!
Oh lilacs! There is a bush in the park across the road and every year I walk over with my pruning shears to snip a few branches. My wait is a little longer than yours though, Mary. Oh to be in England!
Mystica, you have sunshine all the time, you don't need to be poetic!
Darlene, I struck lucky one year and visited Sweden - where the lilacs are truly lovely - in late May/June after ours were finished. So I had two lilac seasons in one year.
I got a pink nose last weekend too, but still a bit nippy for a bikini me-thinks!
K x
That woman has a reputation to uphold, Kristina. She's the first one out every year. And nobody, but nobody, has got into the water yet!
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