April 27, 2016

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 fa├žade.

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..

(c) 2016 BOOKS BY G.B. MILLER. All Rights Reserved.

14 comments:

  1. Sounds like someone has Spring friskiness!

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    1. Just a little. If anything, it managed to wipe the lingering doldrums of the blah winter.

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  2. Spring. My wife starts wearing lighter clothes. All is well.

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    1. Nice. I'll probably start showing my pasty white legs next month.

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  3. I'm not sure how this post could offend anyone! It sounds like a lovely day you had.

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    1. Easy. Some people will take anything written at face value (happens a lot more than you think, especially in the public sector) and get offended. Which is why I wrote the disclaimer. Some people simply have no sense of humor.

      Having said that, it was indeed a very lovely day and weekend.

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  4. Good use of the word delectable! :)

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  5. I wish the weather here would co-operate better. It's almost May and it's still 4°c.

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    1. That bites. Then again, we're still getting frost advisories and it almost May.

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  6. I was OK until I got to the comment about "pasty white legs." :)

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    1. I know, that's a scary comment. Even scares me, because I can get some seriously pasty white legs in the summer. :D

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  7. Since ladies spend so much time putting together these outfits and hair-dos, it would be offensive of gentlemen to NOT take notice! ;-)

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