Spring, Take 2

I feel sorry for nature since she’s blooming way too early.

The park in this 70 degree weather is busting out all over making me wonder what will happen when the temperature drops.

The daffodils, in particular, have me concerned since one good freeze will have them curled on their sides. Right now they’re perky as can be like yellow flutes warming up in an orchestra pit.

Crocuses are half out, their purple leaves dressing up the grass that isn’t quite green yet.

The geese are all coupled off and the squirrels are copulating like there’s no tomorrow. Have you ever seen 2 going at it? Oh my God, it’s nature’s porn right out in the open.

The whole park has taken on a very surreal look. Between the trees lost and those cut down from that terrible storm 6 months ago we have huge spaces all along the road.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying running around in a blazer and no socks but I’m just worried of what will be. (of course I’m wearing pants)

The changing of the seasons is something I miss. Now I know what it’s like to live in a milder climate though the vagaries of global warming have me on edge.

It does put one in a sexy mood though. Trying not to watch those squirrels is a little like not looking at an accident. You attempt to turn away but find yourself front row center.

They seem to actually like an audience the little, horny exhibitionists.

Maybe it’s because of them my amour is up the way I’m looking at men like appetizers on a menu. I told you age has nothing to do with sexual urgings. You just never know what’s going to flip your switch.

A young man who couldn’t have been more than 30 sidled alongside me as I was fiddling with my iPod and said, “Mind if I run with you?”

First of all, I run like a snail so I knew right away even without the age difference to consider, this wouldn’t work out. If I had decided to try to keep up with those long legs of his I’m sure CPR wasn’t what he had in mind.

I think one’s aroma changes when spring has sprung. I was giving off a scent like a mama cat in heat. Isn’t it nice how menopause leaves you with something?

He looked so disappointed when I said I wanted to walk a bit. I could have been his…older sister after all.

Back in the day I would have bluntly said, how bout breakfast instead? And if he had said, “Do you know a place? I would have murmured, “Yes, mine, how do ya like your eggs, sunny side up or over?”

Yes, that’s all it took.

Hey, the squirrels don’t even have to be that charming.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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2 Responses to Spring, Take 2

  1. D. D. Syrdal says:

    Hmm, maybe I should go running more. 😉 Maybe if this rain ever stops.


    • I appreciate that you’re still a reader. I love posting every day. Makes me write, gives me the opportunity to do so.

      And by all means, take up running or even just strolling. It’s amazing what one encounters.


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