Maybe only one or two readers are old enough to remember this little ditty from our b&w TV screens of the early sixties. You had to imagine that there was a blue bonnet on the cute little thing pictured on a box of Blue Bonnet Margarine.*
I thought of that bonnet on this day when the sun finally broke through. I mean, it was not a break-through of a drop-dead gorgeous variety, but it was pretty good. The photos below tell me that against the rays of the sun or a blue sky, even gnarled trees look okay.
*You know, I think we’ve lost something over the decades: the old ad jingles were such peppy little numbers. They encouraged us in our pursuit of happiness (double you pleasure, double your fun…); they helped us belt out our feelings of anger and hostility (rolling heads, rolling heads, rolling all the way…), our zest for life (I’m a pepper, he’s a pepper, she’s a pepper, we’re a pepper); they told us it’s okay to feel inadequate (sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t), and to dream big in our love life (oh, I wish I were an Oscar-Mayer wiener, that is what I'd truly like to be, 'cause if I were an Oscar-Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me).
blue bonnet on it, or at least around it