Spring 2013

Miss Spring is a darling, but most distracted.
I sauntered past her today. There she was, hunched over the table in the gazebo at the restaurant.
Examining the contents of her purse, doing spring cleaning? All spread out for display in giddy array.
I tried not to stare but it was difficult not to notice the bits of winter, the odd snowflake, crumpled tissue… probably used to wipe the tears of last year’s early cold...Remnants of autumn, an old Christmas program, various pressed flowers and one four leaf clover.

 She saw me observing as she applied a new spring lipstick to her lips, a glorious shade of cherry red. Stuffing her treasures back into her Gucci and raising a hand, she fluttered her fingers to the waiter. Spring had arrived for tea.