Spring MMXVI

As always, first up is a brand spanking new post at I Are Writer!, which contains a nifty info dump on The Friendship Has Begun.

Warning: This post may be offensive to those who don't treat opposite sex as a fresh meat market. To those people, I would like to say, lighten up. This post is 100% pure whimsy and fantasy. No more and certainly no less.

Many, many years ago, I would usher in the warmer weather on my blog by waxing semi-poetically about the awesomesauce ladies who would bring a smile to the face and a bound to the step to those who were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of those delectable.

For past few years, life has for better or worse, dampened the whimsical nature as it applies to this particular type of post. Gone was the poetic waxing of both the younger and older generation. Instead, we kept the poetic descriptive whimsy off the blog and confined the musings to the realm of the quirky fiction. Purplely prose was indeed no more. Not bereft of life, but bereft of purpose.

But as the world slowly turns on its axis like a drunken sailor and greets each new day bleary-eyed and squarely hungover, so do we. Not bleary-eyed and hunger, but bran dead and jaded. Sometimes the brain deadness fades away and left in its place the type of alertness that one gets after waking up from a half hour nap.

Thus, in the same spirit of that type of alertness, we bring to you the ode celebrating the rebirth of the human spirit that happens every Spring, when ladies old and young prep for the upcoming year by tying the gentlemen, both young and old, into a braided pretzel. As they say, practice makes perfect.

What practice, you might ask yourself.

Perhaps you've come across a lady who decided to try something different with her hair. Previously straight, maybe she added just enough curl to make it gently bounce as she walked. Or vice versa, in that the moment it went straight, it became longer and yet slightly sensuous, capable of bringing any man above 18 to a complete stop.

Or, maybe that vibrant young lady is wearing a thoroughly tasteful and highly delectable floral or animal print dress. Light and airy, it tastefully shows off what God had graced her with, yet still has that naughty sense of mystery behind the façade.

And you definitely can't forget the shoes. Ahhh....the shoes. Pumps, low heels, high heels or even stilettos, the shoe compliments the outfit.

Or jewelry. Earrings, be they studs, little hoops or big hoops; platinum, gold & silver; emerald, jade or garnet. Perhaps a funky pendant. So many choices and yet so little time to take it all in.

Spring time in New England. Or anywhere for that matter. Is always a good thing because it can bring out the very best in who and what you are.

The weather was absolutely fantastic the day {4/22/16} that I originally wrote this post. Birds were singing, a gentle breeze wafting across the yard, the sounds of the neighborhood floating down the streets. Felt really good to be alive, to be breathing and to be living in the suburbs..

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