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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)" “Don’t move,” she smiled gently, “stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”, I was sitting cross-legged on the lush green bluegrass lawn it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet, long and unshorn. “I said, don’t move! There’s a Blue Tongue over there, you’ll frighten it away, they don’t like to be scared.” She was shielding her eyes surveying the yard like a pirate on the high seas, a ship on the Ocean, while the Sprinkler kept raining a moving waterfall automatic motion here and there buzzing bees in the Kumquat Trees. She was pointing to the boulder next to the Lychee Tree close to where I was legs now unfolded scrambling around on my knees. It was around 5 in the avo not morn we’d been there covered in sunscreen for a coupla hours and tired from the heat we were all stifling yawns in the sweltering sub-tropical garden amongst her verdant jungle of flowers and ferns there amongst the strawberry patches, passionfruit, Lady Finger trees, Pineapples, PawPaws, grapes, tomatoes, and towers of fragrant sweet Jasmine, Lilac-mauve Wisteria plunging Deep Velvety Red Bougainvillea, flirty Sweatpeas and the pungent Pink Frangipani impregnating the air with it's fat-belied perfume, the scent of which to this day sends one into absolute delerium; then came the whirring blood-suckers that bombed us in buzzing swarms never foiled no dignified treaty - one was never forwarned, that left itchy-bites and eventually weeping sores, feeling sorry for ourselves the breeze carried our songs of retreat to which she’d impart, “Shush! Don’t carry on, everyone will hear you way out on the Street!”. “They like your blue blood, that’s why!”, she explained in exasperation, kind of worried spraying us with Stingose. “Tonight we’ll put up the nets and burn the Tiger Coils”. (Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec) For Lynette (1) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450
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