FrogHaven, 2018
It’s been two Christmases since I sent out cards; but I can assure you that your greetings hung on our shutters as in years before, helping chase the winter blues away. While there are changes both subtle and laughable and my natural look takes longer with each birthday, there are still traces of wine, women and song; kinda. For example, Jim bakes fruit and flaxseed bread each week and I w(h)ine about having to eat it every morning… thus, a satirical refrain of a Neil Diamond hit best describes the coming Spring here at FrogHaven:
WASHMO BLUES
Verse One:
WashMO Blues – Earth Boxes are too heavy…
WashMO Blues – doc visits are aplenty…
Him or Me, we just can’t see until all cataracts gone….
Now we purchase Kleenex by the carton…because the pollen’s that strong,
Because the weather’s all wrong…. (Thank you, Puxatawney)
Verse Two:
WashMO Blues – lets pull out that dead willow
WashMO Blues – each night we hit the pillow
One: Funny thing, we hear bells ring and can’t distinguish whose phone… (Oh not again)
I can sing it in the shower daily – yes, I still have a voice! YES, I still have a voice!
(Repeat Verse Two, and then jump to Finale)
Finale: Funny thing, ya see another Spring…and we’re renewed once again!
It’s Easter! He is risen! Keep believin’! We’ve simply got no choice! (Music fades)
Love, hugs and kisses xoxox from Annette and Jim