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Margie: Today is Plant A Flower Day. Edna, we'd best get outside and do some planting because you know what Mama always said. Mama said a house is nekkid without flowers. I think I'll plant some pretty roses. What about you, sister? More stinkweed this year?
Edna: Perhaps some hemlock, sister dear.
Margie: Poor Mama would be so ashamed of you, God rest her Soul.
Edna: At least I'm not a hypocrite like some sisters I could name. You are anything but a pretty rose, Margie. More like a dandelion, popping up where they're not wanted.
Margie: Right back at you, idjit!
Margie: Edna, do you remember Mama's old cuckoo clock? I think she kept it over the old trunk she had. That thing would screech and I never knew if it was the clock or you.
Today is Cuckoo Day so I suppose it can be a day for you and the clock.
Edna: Hateful, spiteful woman. How I ever manage to live with you is a daily mystery.
Since Cuckoo Day heralds the arrival of spring, I guess it's a day to celebrate. We've had such extreme weather lately that it's sometimes hard to tell it even is spring, but I guess I'll take the cuckoo's word for it.
Margie: Move then. It's sure not spring yet. I need to call Cousin T to build us a fire for tonight.
Lawsy me, I'll never take a cuckoo's word for anything!
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
Image from the 1918 Burpee Seeds catalog, courtesy Burpee Seeds catalog cover gallery
