Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Time of the Season...

It's days like this that remind me of the reasons for living...

The trees are budding and blooming...

The bees are in full buzz...

The willows are starting to sprout their leaves...

The birds are nesting and chirping...

The snow is falling... Que???

Ahhh yes... Spring in bat country. Wish you were here.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Another easy one. I'll be ashamed of all of you if you don't get it.

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
(has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?

Answer to last lyric: Mr. Shorty by Marty Robbins.

13 Comments:

Blogger fermicat said...

Snow?!? In May? Oh, that ain't right. No wonder you got no cats around there in Bat Country.

I was sweating to death today, getting my herb garden in the ground and doing some other long neglected outside stuff done.

And finally an old song - it is Time of the Season by the Zombies.

5/23/2010 7:56 PM  
Blogger LL said...

So you're saying that Nathan would probably know this song too? :P

Snow just makes you appreciate the warm days more...

5/24/2010 11:02 PM  
Blogger The W.O.W. factor! said...

Now lookie here...'ol LL....you want crying and such?? I'll see what I can do 'bout that!
(having just read that most of your family is Mormom...I think I have a better idea of what parts of ID you hibernate in...a very pretty part!)

5/27/2010 10:27 PM  
Blogger LL said...

Nahhh... I wouldn't actually call it pretty. It's got its charm, but... if they were ever to give the world an enema, they'd probably stick it in somewhere around here.

As for the Mos... well... yeah, some of the originals caved in and joined, but not those of us with functional memory. My Great Grandpa was a heathen and when my GGrandma married him, they ex-communicated her immediately. She never had a good thing to say after that (probably her Scottish ancestry coming out). Fact is one of her quotes was that she disliked anyone who would "go to church on Sunday and steal you blind on Monday".

I'd have to agree...

5/28/2010 10:05 AM  
Blogger Charmaine said...

Tell it to me slowly,
I'll tell you why,
I really want to know...
It's the time, the season for love...
Well that's a bunch of BS, isn't it? grr

6/01/2010 9:17 PM  
Blogger BC said...

One thing about where you live... There is nothing to block the view. :o)

6/02/2010 5:02 PM  
Blogger LL said...

Now now Charm... Think of all the wonderful things you were doing when that song first hit the airwaves. You know... like fermi did. :P

BC - Depends on where you're standing...

6/05/2010 6:27 PM  
Blogger BC said...

Looking at the mountains in the distance.

6/06/2010 3:10 PM  
Blogger fermicat said...

When that song first hit the airwaves, I was busy having my "terrible twos". To everything, there is a season.

6/06/2010 5:34 PM  
Blogger tiff said...

Trees just starting to bud in late May? No thanks. My nearly 15 years in CT taught me to appreciate the early Springs of the South. However, glorious Spring days are to be appreciated wholeheartedly, as they are glorious!!

6/08/2010 6:18 AM  
Blogger mr. schprock said...

...the oil is pluming.

Whoops, wrong part of the country. Carry on.

6/09/2010 2:04 PM  
Blogger Charmaine said...

Next?

6/12/2010 3:00 AM  
Blogger LL said...

BC - Ahhh... those. Still depends on where you're standing.

fermi - sorry, I believe that's a song by the Byrds... not the Zombies. Of course I'd wager at the time you were turning, turning, turning... ;P

Tiffy - Bah! Spoiled you've become!

Mr. S. - I wish the oil was plumbing out here... I'd take that paycheck.

Charm - Hey now! No comments from the no longer blogging crowd! :P

6/13/2010 9:50 PM  

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