Each December, we’d unpack the tree decorations, laughing as we sang “Well hello, how are you…?”
And when we put them away in January, we’d croon “I’ll be seeing you…”
When the first bulb-tips pierced the winter-packed soil, you’d sing “When it’s spring again…” and as we later tied down the drooping leaves, I’d rock out “See you later, alligator…”
Every summer, we’d drive from the log-cabin, punching each other in the ribs, screeching “Another one bites the dust…”
Deep inside, unspoken, I’d wonder what would have changed when these milestones came around again.
I wasn’t expecting that…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-lI_tgQMMk – (Jamie Lawson)
Thanks to The Reclining Gentleman for his photo of my favourite spring flower – daffodils have been on my mind for several weeks now, but not on sale here sadly, where I’m still nursing a Poinsettia that refuses to be killed off. Thanks also to Rochelle, the multi-talented leader of our accomplished band of Friday Fictioneers, and congratulations to Margaret Leggatt, our Australian member, on her recent success.