Spring Fever

The daffodils and tulips are here now. The trees are budding with flowers. The earth is rising to the occasion of spring, and I am in awe because it felt like winter had taken over, that it might go on and on.

The plants are poking through the earth, stretching toward the sun, and rushing, as if behind schedule, to unfurl into their flowery glory. The return to life is both a marvel to witness and a quickening felt within.

The old and the dead must be cleared from the yard. Cobwebs and fingerprints wiped from the kitchen cabinets. The new is calling me. Then, to sit quietly amongst things that grow and absorb the glorious light that fuels us all. 

I am giddy with spring fever.

The daffodils and tulips are here now. The trees are budding with flowers. The earth is rising to the occasion of spring, and I am in awe because it felt like winter had taken over, that it might go on and on.

The plants are poking through the earth, stretching toward the sun, and rushing, as if behind schedule, to unfurl into their flowery glory. The return to life is both a marvel to witness and a quickening felt within.

The old and the dead must be cleared from the yard. Cobwebs and fingerprints wiped from the kitchen cabinets. The new is calling me. Then, to sit quietly amongst things that grow and absorb the glorious light that fuels us all. 

I am giddy with spring fever.