Winter has seemingly come & gone or so it feels with this our springish weather. Plenty of sunshine to put the laundry on the line instead of the dryer. Marriages more so than engagements are all the rage, in the parks, the beach and any venue seemingly available. It (Spring) is in the air and sky, the breeze and morning dew. Buds are on the trees with some species blooming now and all the rest, from azaleas and dogwoods, even the little yellow flowers marching towards their colorful glory.
Why I have enjoyed this season of the year is at times a mystery. There are the emotional connections as well as those panic attack feelings of euphoria from the smells (sinus infections) , the changing weather (hail-v-tornados) and eye catching colors (hay-fever).
My freshman year (1973) I had become friends with a couple who were seriously in passion and seriously in love with one another. The spring of ’74’ myself and some others received formal invitations to Ricki and Les’s wedding. Just the excuse for a 3-day weekend and that we did. Making the long story short we partied all night before the wedding, mainly because Les wanted to stay up all night and rap (not the rap of today). Truly the next morning everyone was dressed and ready to go in time. The wedding was a success although I don’t believe the marriage was. And I lived to tell the tale ( most of his bachelor party you will not hear from me but it was seriously tame compared with ‘today’s’ generation).
Their wedding was bright and sunny on the beach, gentle sunshine, rolling swells, the birds being chased by the water along the shore. Perfect day and all that was missing was a unicorn (the bride) and ……………fill in the blank. It was Les when we arrived who grabbed me, took my shoes (physically removed them) and said, ‘no shoes on the beach’. I flustered and protested all of 2 seconds and capitulated to his insistence. I thought I was cool till I met that dude ‘Les’. Yeah man, you were good to me and showed me the simple things like the no shoes on the beach. But you owed me, yeah. How many nights did you knock at 2am and bum a smoke, or 10am out of the shower shouting at nobody in particular for a ‘free’ towel. Come on, who goes to the shower and then stands naked hollering for someone to bring it to you cause you knew going in you didn’t have one? Les did and we loved him all the more for it. And Ricki his bride? She was 180 degrees different. Her yin and Him yang I suppose. She would give a friend the shirt off her back the same as I gave Les the shirt off mine……more than once.
It’s a beautiful time of year although we have had snow up and until April. The mornings are starting earlier along with the song birds and my cat. ‘Dude’ demands yard time earlier and earlier and refuses to come back in until the last and I mean in no uncertain terms, the last bird has nested for the night………TWICE!! Winter may have come and gone but spring still has some growing to do.