Lazy days and hangovers: a soundtrack for spring

2010
09.05

Pansies

Those bitchy pansies I planted? They've grown up. Yay for spring.

Spring. Flat on my back, blue sky pressing down on my body, dappled shade and the smell of jasmine and sweet peas wafting by.

Dry leaves and pollen swirling in the corners of the swimming pool. Tiny little weaverbird construction companies in the trees. Sunburn pulling between my shoulder blades, champagne bubbles in my head.

A panting dog straining at its leash, long legs galloping after a plover. The air fading into brown dust on the horizon.

Pale legs, freckles, toes testing the water. Sneezes and tissues. Sundresses and wobbly arms.

Queen Peroni stalking a hadeda. The sound of a lawnmower – already? Brown bits of grass tickling my feet.

People on bikes, people with walking sticks. Toddlers on the slide, wide-armed waiting parents.

Cupcakes, the white bellied sunbird proclaiming its territory, the smell of boerewors.

The wind, dusk, Goosebumps returning… So here’s a playlist to hot things up. Kind of obvious, actually.

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