BURGERS & BUTTERFLIES - a 100 word story

Another 100 word story written in a rush between packing boxes. We are relocating to England from Tenerife next month and sorting out what to keep after fifteen years in one place is not easy!
This week's photo prompt comes, as always, from Rochelle
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog to read how other writers interpreted it.

My version is more fact than fiction this week, but it's what came first to mind!

BURGERS & BUTTERFLIES

We would eat our burgers battling along Brighton seafront against a howling gale, salt spray crusting on our faces. Over an espresso coffee later I would lick my spectacles clean – I can still recall the taste, but it was the only way to avoid smears.

‘Men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses’ was so ingrained into my consciousness that his insistent wooing was a shock.

“Only virgins wear white,” my mother decreed, so I wasn’t even a beautiful bride.

But six months later my daughter was born, and the woman I was always meant to be emerged from her chrysalis to spread her butterfly wings.

It might as well be Spring!

We've had three days of rain over the past week in Tenerife and now look at it!
Seeds that have lain dormant for eighteen months are bursting into instant life everywhere.
I don't know what they are - the millions of pepper seeds that litter the ground under these trees haven't yet joined the rush to germinate - but the air is washed and fragrant with the perfume of pepper trees, and flowers are everywhere.
These white ones are pepper flowers.

The estrelizia is looking great,
roses and hibiscus and frangipani scent the air,

 and on the pepper trees this morning I saw a huge butterfly.

As the song says - "It might as well be Spring!"