It was The Sweetest Day over the weekend. It’s a lovely thought, and non-commercialised and of quite large significance to me. It was a lovely day, too, in honour of it, sun-kissed and warm-aired. It’s always good to take a little step back and be grateful for those you love and those who love you.
Something, however, I am not loving at the moment is pollen. It has inspired another letter:
Dear little dustball-pollen-thingamies floating in the air,
While I am very appreciative, and quite aware of, your very important role in the whole pollination-reproduction-stamen stuff of plants and how much buzzing bees love rolling in you and covering their sticky little knees with you, could you please stop using my eyelashes as monkey bars? I am not a bee.
I wouldn’t mind so much if I weren’t allergic, but I am. And, honestly, the I’ve-Been-Sitting-on-the-Couch-Smoking-Weed-and-Playing-Playstation-for-Three-Solid-Weeks-Red-Eye look, is neither pretty nor professional. Neither is the incessant rubbing of my eyes to get you little buggers out and to stop the itching.
So, if you’d be so kind, please stick to the birds and the bees (snigger).
Love in the Springtime,
Shiny x
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2 comments:
I am sorry for your red eyes. Did you take a picture to show us?
What a nice idea, sweet day. I wonder if meanwhile my sweets have arrived at your doorstep?
And oh, I had a donkey dream the other night, of many black and white donkeys! And even in my dream I thought, Must take a picture for Shiny!
Oh no, Geli, you would not want to see it! And no, no sweets yet - I'm really looking forward to them. And how lovely to dream of donkies x
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