For the gods
As I drove home tonight, the streets in Dorothy's neighborhood were lined with trees holding tiny bright green explosions up to the sky, like an offering. Spring.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Named for a woman who used to say, "If my legs were longer, I could be a model." When you asked, "How much longer?" she would hit you. Loved her.
As I drove home tonight, the streets in Dorothy's neighborhood were lined with trees holding tiny bright green explosions up to the sky, like an offering. Spring.
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Terroni
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9:54 PM
7 comments:
thank goddess it's spring! halle-fuckin-lujah it's about damn time.
Damn! We've still got frost and bare branches.
Could you send some of that over, T?
I love this post. We have spring too. :)
That's a lovely way of looking at it. I always think of buds as little promises.
I was hailed on in the parking lot at school...
Love this post Terroni and since I can now comment on your blog, I might leave Twitter alone. Just can't keep up with everything in my life right now - bit like you sweetheart.
There is a street here lined with pear trees, and for these few weeks, they form a canopy of white. It's beautiful. I drive that way even when it's out of the way.
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