Warning: This is so full of clichés that I can’t even pre-identify them all with my normal —cliché alert— warnings. It’s so bad that I’m going wait awhile to post this, like I do before I send a “flamer” email.

Seriously though, I just can’t believe how much better I feel when spring starts peeking out. It’s like a buzz or something. Maybe that’s why they call it “spring fever”—duh.

I have to work hard to get through winters here. To this day, I know the only reason I survived those Wisconsin winters was because I was in school and working 2-3 jobs at a time.

It’s definitely not as bad here as it was there, but it is an annual challenge to my mental health. My winter trip to somewhere warm and sunny is a “medical necessity” as far as I’m concerned. It gets me through. And my mom started giving me an amaryllis every Xmas too, which is simple, beautiful and therapeutic.

The transition from winter to spring is also a bit difficult — losing that hour of sleep last week just about sucked the life out of me — and when the alarm goes off it’s still dark, which makes me want to snoogle down into the covers more.

But at least now when I wake up I hear birds chirping, not silence. The first morning I hear birds before the sunrise, I swear my heart just jumps.

Strangely, I want to break into song:

"Why do birds suddenly appear 
Every time you are near? 
Just like me, they long to be 
Close to you."

Yes, that was the Carpenters. I referred to it, I sang it, and if you know the tune I bet you’ll be humming it all day now (heh heh heh).

Once it’s light, the cardinals, chickadees, tufted titmice, and goldfinches come out more readily and I can see them right at the feeders outside my window.

If I have time, I’ll “survey the manor,” check the bulbs’ progress, do overall “ooh, the xyz is coming back up!”s, and until this year I enjoyed my forthythias (yes I KNOW it’s not spelled that way—do a search of blog for more background on it).


I see my bulbs coming up and —major cliché alert— it brings me such relief, peace and joy. Winter’s almost over! The cycle of life is beginning again!

I already sense my parents’ disappointment that I’m not their religion, but this could send them into conniptions if they saw it: In many ways, spring is better than is the original easter. It’s the time for rebirth, renewal, and the shedding of deadness. It’s energizing.

On the day that you were born, the angels got together and decided to 
create a dream come true. 
So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair, with gold and starlight 
in your eyes of blue.

mooh ahhh hahahahahaaaaa