But then again, why should I?
Sunshiny yellow and yellow-gold are my favorite hues.
Spring is quite late for all of us here in Michigan, where the mercury, even on its tippy-toes, barely seems able to reach the 40-degree mark.
But over in Frankfurt, where my bff Jennifer Bopp Stegbauer lives, it’s a different story. The forsythia — my favorite bush! — are in full bloom, as are the daffodils.
If I can’t see them for myself outside my own window, I’m more than happy to live vicariously through Jennifer until I can. As can you.
Jennifer and I met in kindergarten at Beechview Elementary in Farmington Hills. Her Mom was an Avon representative at the time, and Jennifer used to come to school with a handful of tiny lipstick samples squirrled away in her pocket. At lunch time, we’d run for the farthest piece of playground equipment, put our backs up to it and try on as much lipstick as we could before the playground monitor discovered us — and the pink/red substance smeared across our faces.
All these years later, still the best of friends. I’ve been over to Germany a few times to see Jennifer, her husband, Juergen, and their three children. I played my saxophone in their wedding. They’ve taken me to the beautiful beaches of the French Riviera, and Juergen and I swam naked in the Mediterrean Sea. I know; I know. In America, that sounds scandalous. Trust me. In France, it’s quite platonic.
Theo and I were set to fly over to stay with the Stegbauers this month — until I got that awful knock on my medical condition door in January. That’s OK. It’s not a trip that’s been canceled. Only postponed.
Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson