in the golden afternoon

so they say you could learn a lot of things from the flowers...

perhaps if you just paid close enough attention to what they've actually had to say, eh?

heres to the blossoming of spring,

heres to whats to come,

heres to what we've left behind.

time to sit with your toes in the grass, reading a lovely ol' smelly library book and burnin a fattie. short skirts, knee high socks and breezy tops sans brassieres. oh, i am with all of that.

"Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over.... Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.." --rainer maria rilke.

so true.