It's something that I've waited for: The drop to fall from the icicle, the pregnant buds on the maple tree outside my window, the lengthened day.
I have suffered enough of snowless cold; I want Spring.
I want warm rain and thunder. I want to play in the dirt in the garden, to start my seeds in their usual places at my window. I want to feel the grass surround my feet. I want the quiet joy of fresh life to fill my nose, my eyes, my dreams. And then I want it to explode in a burst of color.
I want to sit in the sun.
Why am I still writing?
For those of us with allergies, it will explode out of our sinuses.
ReplyDeleteStill, I can hardly wait! Onward, spring!
The weather predicts it will snow, this weekend, and they just barely put the new flowers in at the Academy! The same exact thing happened last year!
(Lots of rants in one comment)
That is one thing I think I would die of: allergies. I would hate it if I were allergic to something. (knock on wood, cross fingers?)
ReplyDeleteMy allergies just make me afraid to smell flowers. The sight of pollen is some sort of death omen. Shame, to love gardening and colorful flowers so much, but to be permanently kept at distance....
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