Mr. Peasant On Sunshine And Slobber

H. A. Brendekilde 1896 Spring. A young couple rowing a boat on Odense

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

CHARLES SCHULZ

I heard someone say that if we could translate the birds chirping we would find that they were all screaming for sex. That makes sense to me because I notice the birds chirping mostly in the spring when birds and bunny rabbits are looking to make more birds and bunny rabbits. Nature is obsessed with reproduction.

Spring is naturally a romantic time when flowers bloom. These lovely weeds with their multicolor petals set the tone and the mood especially in the hovel of the Noble Peasants. Mrs. Peasant grows and collects these flowers all season long. Tomatoes and sweet potatoes may or may not grow, but there will always be zinnias and daffodils in the kitchen window.

Women love flowers. This is because flowers represent love. And love leads to slobber. Pick some flowers for your wife, and she will repay you with kissy lips wet with slobber. This is kinda gross, but I have managed to put up with it. There's a rumor floating around that I like it. Mr. Peasant will neither confirm nor deny the rumors. He just knows he has a weakness for putting a dimpled smile on her lovely face.

P.S. Krøyer - Roses. Marie Krøyer seated in the deckchair in the garden by Mrs Bendsen's house 1893

Sitting on the back step and holding hands while watching birds is also known to happen. The Peasant backyard is a wild kingdom of activity. The war between the robins and the mockngbirds never ends. We root for the robins because mockingbirds are the thugs of the bird world. I like to watch the bumblebees bumble their way from flower to flower.

As the sunshine increases, it will get hotter. Mr. Peasant has lizard blood, so he acclimates to the heat which makes him feel better. Mrs. Peasant has bunny blood and turns red and miserable. She prefers the winter to the sunshine. Winter is Mr. Peasant's kryptonite.

For a handful of days in the spring and fall, we have pleasantly cool temperatures. You have to take those days when you can get them. They are gone before you can check the thermometer. Those are good days for hand holding and slobber. Make them count.

Gentle Reader, I hope this post finds you in pleasant times and pleasant weather and pleasant company. Thank you for reading.

Luigi Monteverde Ertappt 1888, Caught