Scents and Nonsense for Blogophilia 37.6

The day opened with a clash of cymbals, the timpani keeping a beat in the background.
After that spectacular introduction, the sky parted apricot and lavender clouds to emerge in a beatific blue that captured the audience’s admiration.

The cavalcade of folly had begun

Later after our lunch, the monkeys attacked their meal of bananas and berries. We laughed as they squished the berries on each other giving them a wounded appearance, covered as they were with blue-red splotches, then proceeded to stuff the fruit into their own mouths, smack their lips and stretch their tongues over every reachable surface in order to absorb as much of the succulence as possible.

After our refreshments, we all took a nap, the animals curled into each other with tongues still swishing for the last drops of juice. We clammed shut our mouths against the pervasive sickly sweet odor. The heavens returned to a dull grey metal like  an old frying  pan.

The festivities ended.

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photo by Susan Koenig

“Hello my name is Chrysanthemums. Can we talk? My name is so long most people never mention it. See you can barely pronounce it.  Admit it. People go on about the Roses and the Ivies, even the Petunias and Impatiens. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet from Romeo and Juliet. There’s a reason old man Bill picked a rose. It’s easy to pronounce!”

written for

Blogophilia Week 37.6 – Cavalcade of Folly
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts): Include ” chrysanthemums ” somewhere in your write
(Easy, 1 pt): Quote a flower (any flower)