I like to think I’m immune to the hype. I’m not. I like to think I have control and the patience to make it through. But, I don’t.
The sunrise and sunset are now noticeably earlier and later, respectively. The trees and bushes have leaf buds at the ready. My crocuses are up about 1½” and my snowdrops are not far behind. The birds are working on their territory and mating calls and one has chosen the eave outside my bedroom window as its nesting place for the season (I might have mixed feelings about that later). Even my cats are venturing outside more often, thank goodness – they were starting to get on my last nerve.
I notice these things and more. I search for signs that it’s safe to venture out without my wool coat and gloves protecting me from the elements. I long for the days when I can walk out barefoot and get my paper at 5 AM and take a moment to enjoy the colors of dawn and the sounds of reawakening around me.
Yes, I have that deadly combo of cabin and spring fever and it’s arrived right on time.
Vernal equinox, take me away!
Any time now ….
