Spring Is Sexy
According to my poet friend it is ever thus…
And how can we argue? In the midst of our November-weather-cold in May come two days of near perfection and upper 70s and the plants can no longer hold off their displays.
We are a venerable red light district of color and plume.
The ground is covered in petal blossoms and windshields have a dusting of pollen snow, which turns to greenish mud in the rain.
A Rufous has gone berserk and dives at us every time we work in the yard. The noise of bumble bees makes the rhododendron’s buzz so that you are warned clear across the yard. A swallow has invaded a loose board at my neighbor’s front door, fighting for the nesting rights until they broke the window. Now the black hole is squawking with loud and hungry offspring.
The biking commuters do so in the rain, walkers have stripped down to sweatshirt jacks and hoodies, and most runners are into leggings and T shirts – not quite shorts and sports bras. They are emerging energy.
There is noise, wind, laughter, song, hand holding, coyote mating, raccoons traversing, and starving deer in an orchestrated ball room dance of fertility.
It is the memorable moments of shakiness in high heels, fancy dresses, classic suits and the wired wrist corsage, because there is nothing to pin it to up high. Oh the massive amounts of naked skin and the nervous tension of it all.
In all this beauty and rites of passage, I do have a pet peeve, why when they are dressed so fine has no one taught these dress up dollies to have any grace or beauty when they are feasting? The $300 dress, the black tie, the $100 dinner from soup to nuts, and if you happen to sit anywhere near – chewing boldly with the mouth open, spitting food as they laugh like they are important, and hands shoveling it in.
I knew everyone of those children was going to have alcohol and sex before the night was over. I just hope that they didn’t just get “absentness” education and have protection against STDs. I did have to leave as their boisterous rituals of foreplay involved entirely too much “Paris” and “See Food” for me.
Here’s my favorite Spring tale:
No one asked C to Senior Dinner and Prom, so she asked 11 of her best friends from all her school years to share her table – 4 fellows and the rest female. C went to the Thrift Store and found a damaged wedding gown for $2.50. She took all the lace off and re fitted the bodice and dyed the dress into a gorgeous lemon yellow. C created a new pattern on the dress with the lace and dyed the lace to stunning spring bliss. Each of the table mates brought all of their pictures from their years in school and they shared stories of their adventures.
The Grace of the evening was that everyone had danced at least 5 dances, they had laughed and listened, and in parting company they made a wish for each other – which they listened to and heard.
Don’t you just want to be with these folks on their 20th class reunion and see if their wishes came true?
This group of folks is in their 5th spring since that senior prom, how do you think they are doing? What do you think they are doing?
What is a spring ritual that was most memorable for you?