I am sitting outside as I write this, under an umbrella on our deck. I am staring at the ranunculus I just bought. It’s yellow and bright, the sun is glowing as it hits the foliage and petals. But I feel kind of blah. Like I shouldn’t, but I haven’t felt like my normal self. Granted, there has been much going on and I am still training for my races for this upcoming season. But every year, during the transition from winter to spring, I think I feel the same. Some years it’s stronger than others. This year is definitely the case. While some parts of the country already have traces of spring, I am staring at the very tops of my daffodils and tulips that will take another month to bloom. From now until then I will pace my gardens, my trees, waiting for some sort of life to pop out.
This morning I found this quote and it seems very fitting for this transition:
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! “
Seriously. Until then.