by Robin White

Created on: April 15, 2008

On Daffodils a Daffing

I'm in a decidedly good mood today. The sun is out, the blossom is uh, blossoming and I'm wearing shorts and flip flops for the third day running. I love this time of year, the clocks have gone forward so it'll be light out until eight and most of that time the skies are blue and the trees are getting their colour back. Spring really is lovely isn't it?

There really isn't a serious message today I'm afraid. Today is all about Ho-hum, isn't spring lovely?'

It really is. If you look in the dictionary under lovely' you'd find a picture reminiscent of Spring. Some bunnies bounding, daffodils daffing and lambs a leaping (why is it they're never just leaping? They're always a leaping. I think they should just leap and be happy that they're not being eaten with a bit of gravy). This is the time of year when I'm at my most cheerful. Let's look at the other seasons. First of all Autumn. Well the word alone is synonymous with Depression.' September-summer's over, it starts raining, everything turns brown and girls stop wearing tiny skirts. Or they wear tights and they're just a bastard to get off aren't they? By the time you've fought and clawed your way through them you're about as turned on as one of the crispy leaves falling around outside. And don't get me started on them. I know its just their nature, but could they not just stay on the trees? Oh, it's September, suppose I better just fall off now.' It's not as if they can enjoy it. If I were a leaf I'd be much happier faffing about on a tree and having a bit of a laugh with my chlorophyll buddies, maybe even indulging in a bit of the old photosynthesis, Perhaps some hanky panky fertilisation of that sexy little beech tree across the road. I'd certainly be adverse to the idea of dropping to the floor where snot nosed 7 year olds kick me in front of cars.

Honestly, leaves today, no backbone.

In October, the trees are dead, the colour is gone and it rains interminably. It never stops. Ever. I remember waking one October night, with a creepy sense of foreboding. It took me 10 minutes to realise why I was so scared-the rain had stopped and I couldn't hear it pitter patting on my window anymore. It had been the first time in several weeks and was unnerving for my semi conscious self.

Then we have November. Kids insist it's almost Christmas and make scary demands upon their parents I want auma a pony! And and and a spaceship! And curly fries! Cheese burgers! A dinosaur! Dadddyyyy! Buy me a dinosaur!'

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