He's featured here before, of course - our "Head Gardener" here at Dolores Delargo Towers. We wish.
More sunshine this afternoon! More gardening. It's only the end of February, and I feel like I've caught the sun already...
Speaking of the end of February, I do feel sorry for those poor buggers whose birthday only comes around once every four years (hell for a child, but at least as an adult one can pretend to be a quarter of one's real age!)
Two of those "leap year babies" just happen to be "house faves" here at Dolores Delargo Towers - and both eminent purveyors of the kind of music that's just perfect for a sunny Sunday - Miss Dinah Shore [with a bit of Ella thrown in for good measure] and Mr Jimmy Dorsey:
Tangerine, she is all they claim
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine, when she dances by, señoritas stare and caballeros sigh
And I've seen toasts to Tangerine
Raised in every bar across the Argentine
Yes, she has them all on the run, but her heart belongs to just one
Her heart belongs to Tangerine
Tangerine, she is all they say
With mascara'd eye and chapeaux by Dache.
Tangerine, with her lips of flame
If the colour keeps, Louis Philippe's to blame.
And I've seen clothes on Tangerine
Where the label says "From Macy's Mezzanine".
Yes, she's got the guys in a whirl, but she's only fooling one girl
She's only fooling Tangerine!
Ah, the mellow mood...
Oh, hello again, Eddie!
ReplyDelete(With a gardener like him, nothing would ever get done - the grounds would be be overgorwn in no time! I could like with it, though)
Now, was there something about satsumas...?
*live with it, though
DeleteWith Eddie and his tool around, it would be rather a distraction to tidying up your bush.
DeleteI don't think "satsumas" would have scanned as well in the lyrics... Jx
Something about kumquats, having a sling in the summer house and the drip-tray needs emptying?
ReplyDeleteOur Head Gardener's good at emptying his drip-tray in the summerhouse. Kumquats, indeed! Jx
DeleteThis time of year is when I miss my garden the most. The end of waiting and putting up with the shaggy, dormant plants and the pay-of of bulbs and flowers.
ReplyDeleteShame you had to give it all up, but surely there must be a park - or even other people's gardens - to ogle nearby? Jx
Deletegreat music there!
ReplyDeleteI knew you'd love it! Jx
DeleteI don't know why they can't move a couple of days from January into February, seeing as January always feels so unnaturally long.
ReplyDeletePlease send the gardener to me before you've started with him, I am incapable without help and everybody here seems to know what they're doing.
Sx
He'll be too exhausted. We have so many things lined up for him to help us with... Jx
DeletePS Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus!
Perfect garden music.
ReplyDeleteTangerine is one of those songs that always make you smile and feel good no matter who sings or plays it.
The chap singing it here is a dish but I think he has more slap on than Ella & Dinah combined.
Bob Eberly was quite the heartthrob of his era... Jx
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