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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig
I so enjoy hearing from you...so leave me a comment; it'll make my day!
Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Oh Sweet Pea!
My friend Adelia brought me a pretty bunch of posies...sweet peas! Started me thinkin' about the song 'Sweet Pea'. Which in turn got me thinkin' about my first crush, about school dances-sitting on the bleachers praying that he'd ask me to dance...about him carrying my books to class and holding hands. Sweet, unspoiled times. I'm afraid that today's sex-crazed society has spoiled 'first loves' for our children. Everything is so explicit; from the movies, to the music, to the language and dress. Romance is lost to this age...at least to most. Ah well, I've put together a few tunes from those days...so turn up your speakers, close your eyes, and think back to your very first infatuation! (Sorry, I removed the music when I remodeled my sight. You can go to Pandora.com and hear those old tunes though, it's a very cool site!)
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childhood memories,
Flowers,
music
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4 comments:
Love sweet peas. I planted my first seeds this year and they are starting to bloom. What a sweet bouquet!
my goodness. does she live in iceland? I can get this, in february or early march, with prayer, planetary alignment, and voodoo chicken feet burned under my bed.
in other words (sweet pea) lucky you!
(its chickory too lazy to sign out of my alter ego)
Ellen and Chick: Glad you're gonna have a crop of sweet peas, Ellen. I haven't successfully grown them for 20 years; and I try every year.
Chick: My friend grew them at a church garden plot. That and regular peas. It must be a very sunny lot. I think that's what it takes to get sweet peas around here. Please, don't burn your chickens feet under the bed. They won't like it.
I remember it well. This generation has no idea what they are missing out on...what's the rush. Oh sweet pea, c'mon and dance with me...c'mon c'mon c'mon and dance with me. Sweet song for even sweeter times!
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