I know I have spring fever when I am restless for no reason. When I find myself wandering around the house looking for something and not even knowing what it is. When I can't sleep even when I'm tired, and wake up early even though I've gone to bed late. When everything looks dingy and dusty and the windows are dirty from winter storms and cat's paws. When it occurs to me with increasing frequency that I could just get in my car, gas up, and hit the road to nowhere with the CD player blaring Born to be Wild.
Spring fever makes me want to shop for new clothes I can't afford, get streaks in my hair and a luxurious pedicure. It makes me want to get rid of clutter -- old books I'll never read again, clothes I'll never wear and shoes I'll never dance in.
Spring fever means I love even the rainy days because they bring new leaves and flowers, the fragrance of blossoms and earth, and the chirping of song birds. Spring fever means cherry and apple blossoms, lilacs -- my favourite, tulips, daffodils, jonquils, bluebells, azaleas, and all manner of humble but no less beautiful blooms.
Spring fever means sitting outside on a patio sipping wine or coffee under weak sun and dreaming of summer holidays and castles in the sand. Or at least of picnics at the beach and trips to a winery or two.
Spring fever makes me feel alive and aware of all the possibilities at my fingertips and in the world. Spring fever makes me young again, filled with all the anguish and joy that brings. I love spring.
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Emma ... take it from one who knows: That's not Spring Fever. That's the start of dementia. It'll happen in November, too ... if memory serves me right (which it seldom does). All the rest is Spring!
Great post; well expressed! Gave me the *fever*.{{{R}}}
I know then it's all over and time for green. And I wait, visualizing shrubs, the warmth, the trips and just the sheer joy of wearing much much less and sitting in the shade on a hot day smelling, seeing and feeling life being lived.
Great to see this uplifting piece from you Emma!!
my kind of gal~
I saw them in 1979 or 1980, I forgot the exact year. They were playing at the Nanuet Star Theater in Nanuet, NY. Circular revolving stage so there were no "bad seats" in the house.
What a show. And of course the live album was my favorite (all these years later, "Monster/Suicide/America" is still so apropos and one of my favorite songs.
Spring fever. I feel it too. We got a dusting of snow in the mountains a few days ago, made everything look - weird. Here there were trees already budding, and the mountains were all sugar-coated.
Can't wait for REAL spring. :-D
Rated.
And pardon me while I say this, F**CK he looks good in those leather pants!
The accompiament's the old, upbeat doowop number Florence, by the Paragons. I'm banging the wheel.
Thanks for this.
You got 3 ratings for the price of 1. I really don’t know how I do these things but I do.
I love spring too.
Nothing compares to the rush of energy that the unsettled weather and skies of late winter/early spring brings to my bones. I dont even mind the additional arthritic pains they cause, because the energy is so exciting. Seems like this time of year all the senses come out of hibernation.
With the exception of Steppenwolf, this one is a home run Emma. Stravinsky would be my soundtrack.
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