the birds and the bees

No, I’m not going to sit you down and give you “that” conversation. If you are on WP, you are probably old enough to have had it already from your “magical ancestor who knows all truth”. But, being that I stick with the truth, no matter how bad it kicks me in the face, I will approach reality, and present you with the real conversation about these creatures…how it all happens…as it was explained to me by little feet the other day…or something like that…

As bed time was approaching, comments about the sudden change kept keeping the conversation animated and each time the reminder “it’s bedtime..” came, another question would strike. Valid. Interesting. Engaging everyone in another heated conversation. Until is was far too late, so the bed became an inviting thought. For me. Little feet was still going strong.

There was a bad storm yesterday, you see, tornado watch and all, so, for one who came from the bland land, a first rumble of this kind was quite impressive. At school, the teacher explained to all the little worried faces that it was an usual occurrence in some places around the world in Spring…just like the swarm of the birds and the bees. The explanation did not go past this announcement, so on the way home, at rush hour, a very serious little voice dropped the bomb “do you know about the birds and the bees?”. I am not sure if I hit the breaks, or if the car behind me just went faster, but I do know there was a loud screech. Might have been me. But couldn’t tell. All of the sudden millions of thoughts ran through my head at the same time, slammed into each other with all their might, and a white noise covered everything…or my ears were just ringing..don’t remember…

I tried to compose myself…”Hmm, what do you mean?”…”Well, my teacher…” and then the whole world fell back in place and I could breathe again. “How does it happen every Spring? Why”. Oh, bring it on, baby! For THAT, I had an answer. You see, nothing lasts forever, and the seasons take their time, and then let the next one come. The special thing about Spring is that it comes after Winter, when all is dead, so naturally, everything happening next is going to seem like such a big deal! You see a little flower blossoming…Oh, how adorable, your heart skipped a beat! Oh, and look at that beautiful bird coming back from God knows where…adorable! And so on…

As it turns out, so think the birds, and the other animals, because they appreciate each other more, now that the cold is gone. The scents make everyone wild, and the winds are really not helping…they actually carry a fragrance miles and miles away, making one think there’s something there, when it’s really not. The bees go crazy, because they are magnetism oriented…that’s what someone once told me, don’t quote me, but when the wind starts kicking in and the sun warms everything down, they interpret that as “time to go”…and they go…crazy.

The good part about it is that it only takes about 4 weeks. But, boy! What amazing nonsense time that is! It’a also good that humans have selective memory, so they can remember only what they want from all this experience…

Little feet was pleased with the conversation. The bees were forgotten, the birds, too, but more and more questions continued to splash around like a Spring shower all evening…and then they stopped. Long little eyelashes fluttered shut…It has been a long day, full of adventure…who knows what tomorrow will bring? After all, it’s Spring!

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