Spring Time Blues

Spring Time Blues.

Jean Brooks, looked in the mirror at her reflection she felt dull and dowdy. She needed something to pep her up so that she would feel the joys of the coming season. Clear blue skies, the birds chirping their early morning song, while the daffodils shone bright in the garden amid the hyacinth bulbs, pretty petunias, narcissi, and blue bells all showing their pretty heads.

She had always liked the color blue as a child remembering the pretty bluebells growing with their long green stems in her grandfather Eric's garden years ago. There was the blue tit always pecking at the bright silver milk tops before they opened the door to collect the milk from the step. How times had changed over the years. Memories stayed with you and so did the pretty flowers in the garden. Her grandfather Eric had died of a heart attack all those years ago and her mother had remarried leaving Jean her grandfather’s cottage. Jean wiped a tear from her eye.

A visit to the hairdressers on the High Street and hey presto, away with the dowdy locks, she had become a new woman? Not dowdy Jean fifty plus. Her bright blue locks were permanent. Jean liked her new hair. A smile appeared on her lips as she admired herself in the mirror turning this way and that. Very bright the color, she had fancied something different it was her choice. The cut and style suited her features.

Looking at the bluebells in her garden, Jean began humming a tune. She was being to feel the joys of spring in the air the magic of the season. Cutting herself a slice Bre cheese. It had always been her favorite with the little blue bits in it, to add to the flavor.