Explaining La-De-Da

I think I've figured it out.

Figured what out?

Figured out the la-de-da.

What on earth are you talking about?

You know, when I write things about green grass and blue sky and wildflowers blooming and birds singing. I figured out why I've been doing so much of that.

You're just a la-de-da guy.

You know me better than that.

You're just a la-de-da guy at heart.

No I'm not.

Ok, so why all the la-de-da?

Look around. Listen to the world. What is there to feel good about? Not much.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Makes me glum just to think about it. I dread turning on the radio. So instead, I guess I gaze at the green grass and the blue sky, smell the petunias, listen to the wren.

In the springtime!

Right.

And with that, they sat in silence for quite a while. A breeze blew thru the leaves in the trees over their heads. White clouds rolled by. Yellow coreopsis and purple salvia danced under the leaves of a Monterey Oak.

And for a moment, all the abuse and lies and death and deceit and hatred and scheming and distortions and cynical explanations and hand waving and excuse making receded.

Just for a moment. But it was moment enough.

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