October 04, 2011

conversations

I still have my childhood imagination. Perhaps when I'm 80 (and wearing purple), "they" will whisper about me being loopy. 

For now, as I walk thru my garden after the first rain of the season, all I see around me are conversations. Little pieces of life that have been eying each other thru the summer are now engaged with the object of their affection...

My what strong arms you have...
 Pool party!
 Head over heels...
You're like a map!
 Junior, you need to listen to mom & dad...
 The clingy type...
 Sky diver safe landing...
TOTALLY into her...
  Don't look now, but that leaf over there is scary...
 Hallelujah chorus!
Neighborhood show-off!
Yeah, so what, I can reach the sky, too...
  Opposites attract...
Mom, are we done yet?