Here it is, December 27, the middle of winter… and the oranges are ripe in Arizona! Born and raised in Seattle, I’m not used to anything being ripe in the middle of winter. *eyes wide open in awe*
I just tried one right off this tree and… OMG… they are as sweet as can be. The neighbor told me to take as many as I need… WoooHooo!
I woke up this morning with this song stuck in my head…
Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o… Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o?
What a blast from the past… 1956.
Fifty-five years ago and I still remembered most of the lyrics!
The term “bimbo” took on a whole new meaning in later years, but Bimbo, the wide-eyed little boy in the song, was loved by millions in 1956.
I wonder how many more old songs are rattling around in my sub-conscious mind. I love it when they come out of hiding! What memories!
Bimbo
Jim ReevesBimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know
That you’re goin’ down the road to see a little girleo.Bimbo is a little boy who’s got a million friends,
And every time he passes by, they all invite him in.
He’ll clap his hands and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk,
With a hole in his pants and his knees a-stickin’ out,
he’s just big enough to walk.Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know
That you’re goin’ down the road to see a little girleo.Bimbo’s got two big blue eyes that light up like a star,
And the way to light them up is to buy him candy bars.
Crackerjacks and bubblegum will start his day off right,
All the girlies follow him just a-beggin’ him for a bite.Bimbo, Bimbo, candy on your face-e-o,
Bimbo, Bimbo, chewin’ on your gum-e-o.
Bimbo, Bimbo, when you gonna grow
Everybody loves you, little baby Bimbo.You never catch him sittin’ still, he’s just the rovin’ kind,
Altho’ he’s just a little boy, he’s got a grown-up mind.
He’s always got a shaggy dog a-pullin’ at his clothes,
And everybody calls to him as down the street he goes.Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o
Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know
That you’re goin’ down the road to see a little girl-e-o
I went out looking for the ornate and wildly beautiful holiday decorations today. Plenty of them out there, but this house really caught my eye.
The artificial snow on the windows, the hyphenated “Mer-ry Christ-Mas”, and the small creche on the green table spoke volumes to me.
The sign on the doorpost says:
No – NoOne
traspassing
beware
Guard dogs
A bit of the not so extravagant side of Americana…
As I got out of the Jeep, I heard a little yipping sound… figured it was a coyote or something. These tracks looked pretty fresh.
Still looking for an appropriate table and a good looking tequila bottle.
These are old beater chairs I’ve found in second-hand stores for a buck or two apiece. In fact, I found the yellow one abandoned in the desert. It was pretty nasty! A little TLC and a coat of paint made all three suitable models for various photo shoots. I have another in the garage in the process of being painted green.
I may need to learn tole painting and paint Mexican designs on them.
