Allow me to explain the title of this post, or at least make an attempt.
This is not about blow-jobs.
This is not about giving head.
It’s not about sucking the juicy life out of a hibiscus bloom, or even lapping up some hibiscus tea.
It’s a reference to how we can live things out solely in our heads, the way I lived out most of last year’s Island Summer in the pictures and ideas of a tropical flower, such as this hibiscus, wet with a morning’s watering regime.
Much of this lilac spring has been fantasy and head-living. The the outside world refused to cooperate weather-wise, when we were struck down with sickness, when one simply felt icky and drab with dampened spirits, I’d retreat to the beautiful yarns running through my mind, a place that has never failed to elicit escape and wonder and enchantment in the darkest of days.
For now, when rain is in the forecast and summer seemingly backs away from its approach, a list of summer starts to remind us how life in the sunny season may once again come to pass…
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