March 20th, 2010
I have a case. A bad case of the spring fever. It might be terminal. Seriously. Spring has me totally in its grip. It’s like this every year. If you don’t think so, just read my blog months March 2008 and March 2009. I get it baaaaad.
I want to swing in the park, maybe through the trees like Tarzan.
I want to slide down the slide, the doomsday one.
I want to splash through the puddles, with or without rubber boots.
And cruise, baby, cruise!
When I’m not doing that, I want to sit at an outdoor cafe in my oh so hot sunglasses and drink alcohol-infused calories.
I want to stroll in a flirty skirt, which might have to wait until June in northern girl country. Who knows what Mama Weather has on her fickle brain. That could be tomorrow or August.
I want to raise Cain and maybe some eyebrows.
I’m in a mood.
A spring fever kind of mood.
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.
~E.B. White, “Hot Weather,” One Man’s Meat, 1944
Elen
May 5th, 2009
…on April 20th when I said — Back in a flash. I mispoke. I’ve crawled into May keying the occasional twitter or comment. Let’s just say, the health is finally robust. That is all. Moving on. No one wants to hear the particulars. They just aren’t that interesting.
Happy Cinco de Mayo. If you’re celebrating today, celebrate with gusto.
It’s looking all shades of green in my neck of Canadaland. The birds are singing. I saw a Crow hitting on a Robin. Listen up, Crow! She’s just not that into you. My office window over the garage is a regular hotbed. I think there are several different bird cultures cohabiting in my Blue Spruce. The branches are shaking all the time. All. The. Time. Love Shack, baabeeee!
The squirrels are digging holes all over my lawn looking for the peanuts they buried last fall. Invest in a GPS tracker, would you squirrels?
Gracie Golden Pup is digging to Hawaii right by my Hydrangea bush. I am sympathetic to her quest and may join her if the weather doesn’t climb into the seventies here soon. I’ve got my bucket ready. Yes, I do.
I leave you with this today.
Elen
April 2nd, 2009
… maybe the water.
It’s getting wild out there in the animal kingdom, baby! I said that back in March of 2008 in this post. Here we are again.
Tennyson, anyone?
Hello, 21st Century.
Spring fever! Nothing is immune.
Elen
