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! ~Mark Twain
Sigh. I am forever and hopelessly addicted to spring. While I am quite happy with our wet and mossy winters, my heart pounds with wild, reckless, soaring joy when the world is blooming. The street outside my apartment building has turned into Plum Tree Row, and the scent of those delicate pink blossoms fills my head every time I walk outside. Vibrant greens - in the color of "new" - sprout from the branches in my neighborhood. The skies are alternately sunny and stormy and sunny again, rich at times with towering thunderclouds. The daylight hours lengthen like a cat stretching, deliciously and slowly, enjoying every extra inch.
The possibilities are endless when the world is filled with spring.
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