The Beckoning of Spring

Spring beckons!

All things to the call respond;

the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.

-Ambrose Bierce

I truly can't remember the last time I was this taken with spring. My senses feel gorged on the freshness of it - the dropping wisteria petals, the budding branches, the cool, lush grass. Spring is beckoning...

... and I'm falling hard.

I clipped some branches yesterday and plunked them in water. Ah, better. As I was backing away to look, I caught my heel on a box of books (of course it would be books), and smacked my fanny. But as I looked up the view was so ... spring-like ... that I stayed there, on my fanny, taking it in. What could be better than spring - outdoors and in?

Then it began to rain... that gentle, pat-pat-pitterpat rain that makes you glad you were born. It was all so wonderful I felt I could have died in that one moment.

But I didn't. So I went to work. Same thing, really...

Ah, but today. Today is the most perfect spring day I've ever seen. I'm no cashier, but I'm thinking of absconding. Clearly I haven't done a thing since spring arrived and beckoned anyway.

Question: is it just me? Does anyone else have a chronic case of the I don't wannas? I mean, have you been outside? I really must know. Because if it's just me... if this is just all in my head... perhaps I should make an appointment to see someone.

But honestly, I think I'll already know what he'll say:

"Young lady," the doctor will announce, looking at me as if I'm stupid, "You've come down with a classic case of ... spring fever."