Someone once described Spring Fever as that time of year when the iron in your blood turns to lead in your ass. Sounds about right to me.
After a few weeks of March meteorological mayhem, today was breathtaking. It was one of those days when the air is the perfect temperature, the sky finds maximum blueness, the sun is properly warm – you know, one of those days when you can just feel the energy of the new season all around you. Guess that’s what makes me feel so lazy – it’s all the hard work being done by birds, bulbs, and buds all around me. I’m worn out by proxy!
Okay, maybe I left out a little of the story, like this morning, when I raked 500 gallons of leaves out of my perennial beds so I could see these happy little promises of more beauty to come. Maybe I understated the effort made to keep the feeders filled all winter long, so the birds might choose my yard to nest. I could have overlooked the careful pruning, cutting back, dividing, and otherwise babying of the plants I love.
Proxy Schmoxy! I’m just plain worn out!
April, you are exhausting, but you are worth it. When you smile, you are pure beauty. Tomorrow . . . well that’s another story . . . we all know what a crybaby you can be. Whether you’re sunny or gloomy, I love you, April. You are always filled with promise and that’s enough for me.