A Strawberry for Your Thoughts on the Last Day of Spring
Art, musings, and #MusicMonday
Anyone else a little blue that spring is coming to an end?
I love summer, but I’m sad to say goodbye to spring this year!
Maybe it’s that feeling of anticipation that comes with spring. The breezes growing warmer, and the promise of summer fun just around the corner. The days stretching longer and longer, and sunsets that seem to pause time.
The flowers blooming and the fruit ripening and everything unfolding into something beautiful, yet to come.
Sometimes the anticipation of something is better than the thing itself! Why is that? Will we humans ever be truly satisfied?
I’m sure that summer will be lovely, too, and even though I’m a warm weather girl, autumn and winter have their own wonderful enchantment.
(I’ve already got art pieces and songs queued in my brain to share with you all later this year. ♥)
Still, I’m sad to see it go. I count my life in springtimes, after all.
This spring, a song that I have loved dancing around the room with (yes, I do that and I highly recommend it) is “Strawberry Milkshake” by FLOOR CRY.
The lyrics — if you can catch them, because this is a dream pop track and that genre is known for indistinct vocals that often get wonderfully lost in a misty atmosphere of music — are a little blue in substance, but the cute, sparkling beat that runs throughout the song makes it impossible to feel sad while listening to it.
Or stay still!
When I decided that I wanted to share this song as a send-off for spring on today’s #MusicMonday post, I immediately thought of the painting above by the American painter Childe Hassam.
I can see why: the seaside vista matches with the song’s lyrics, and the poppies remind me of the tiny wild strawberries I used to find in a shady patch of the yard when I was (equally) tiny.
Childe Hassam was an American Impressionist painter known for his rural and urban paintings, and I love the soft, refreshing aesthetic of his work.
His art, often depicting coastal landscapes and flag-filled holidays, reminds me of vacations and simpler times.
On a deeper level, it makes me think of the rose-tinted, long-lost ideal of America that I think most people are struggling very much to believe in these days, but yet we dearly wish was true nonetheless, and true for all people — and perhaps, perhaps, someday will be.
Ahh, someday I will write about art or music and the post won’t have even a drop of wistfulness in it, but today is not that day!
How are you feeling about the seasons changing?
(Yet again. They keep doing that.)
I wish you could all join me for a strawberry milkshake by the seaside this summer. ♥
Related reading
- I Don’t Know What Color Peppermint Blue Is, But It Sounds Nice
- Spring Days from Long Ago and Far Away
- The Unexpected Sorrow of 18th Century Landscapes
About the Author
E. Ardincaple is a fantasy and fairy tale writer. She is passionate about web fiction and is the creator of Fairy Tales, Myths, & Legends and Fiction Friends on Medium. When she’s not dreaming up a new story, you’ll find her lost in a painting, or a song, or a blue sky.
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