So now parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme grow in my garden and you know why that delights me, right?
You don't? Then do be sure to go here--close your eyes--and feel forty years younger.
Which reminds me.... That song had played on my radio four years and I was eleven years old when my dad said my long hair made me look like a witch. He asked my mother to cut it--and while she did--I grieved, I seethed, I vowed to wear my hair long the second I grew up.
And you know? Perhaps that's partly way I've nearly always worn my hair long--because I can. And because of its cut-it-myself, wash-and-go ease and the way it elongates my round-like-a-balloon face.
When I see women my age with that Marcia Brady hairstyle, I always smile. "They" (the mystery people who run this world) still lecture us that long hair dates our overall look and makes us look older, but we long-haired ladies in our 50's and 60's don't care. We're perhaps leaders of our own secret revolution--after being raised in such turbulent times, we've returned to them in this new, out-of-control century, so maybe our tresses represent thumbing our noses at those who would be king and force all women to look the same.
Any long-haired woman my age has earned that right, that freedom, and she's grown into someone comfortable within her own skin who doesn't care if others giggle about her behind her back. She left those insecure times back in the Past where she changed her look whenever her friends did or when she was told.
I'm finding this freedom place during my 50's such a pleasant place to Be.