Walking into the farmers' market is a strawberry-scented wonderland. I got a nice big basket to take home, perfectly sweet and nice and ripe. Delicious! Every bite I take results in red juice dripping from my mouth... and boiling them into a dark red compote is both creepy and delicious... in fact, I'm starting to think the season is trying to tell me something.
|I take it young and nurture it with|
love and maybe a little evil.
The bugs, of course, are also back, and lending to the feel of villainy. There was the little red spider-bug whom I'd feasting on my flesh while I feasted on minestrone in the sunshine, a bug that quickly became a red smear (vengeance is mine!). And dozens of mosquito eaters (may they have long and fruitful lives) have begun tapping against the windows in the mornings and evenings, being not quite solid on the concept of glass and all. If I could give them matching minion suits and promote them, I would, for they fulfill a valuable service and should be rewarded.
All in all, I think springtime must surely be the time of year for being just slightly evil. Then again, I suppose I might just have watched a little too much Once Upon a Time. Anything's possible.