She called to say, she’s on her way, in Palm Beach at the moment, doing a little shopping…and can you blame her, after weathering all this bad weather?
A little Versace can do wonders for a girl, remember, so we mustn’t hold a side trip to Neiman Marcus against her.
Everyone is getting ready for her arrival…washing windows, changing closets. I’ve already traded my red winter nail polish for a fiery fuchsia.
See, I want to be ready to take off my socks at a moment’s notice.
If you listen, you can hear birds singing, feathering their nests while squirrels unpack nuts from cold storage.
I even saw a portly raccoon peek from her tree to see if she could catch sight of Spring in the distance.
We’re busy little bees alright, including the bees buzzing around in their black and yellow vests like prickly school guards. It never occurred to me before, but perhaps all that honey is behind those chronic mood swings. More fiber in their diet might be the answer.
The one thing I do know…Spring, that sleeveless vixen, can be easily distracted so we must prepare ourselves for a possible delay….don’t shed those layers just yet.
But all good things are worth waiting for, so we too will wait for Madam’s train to pull up at the station, even if it is, a little late.