You know, when you live in the Midwest, there comes the time of year when you start to get restless...you start to get those itchy garden fingers, the yearning for warm mornings, coffee on the deck, windows opened airing out the stale from the long winter months.
The days move by quickly, but not quick enough...you've had it with freezing temps and slick roads, muddy paws and horrendous heating bills...you just want spring...in all her glory. You know it's time by the flights of Canada geese you're starting to see flying back from the South and the songbirds are calling for mates to usher in the summer breeze.
I start hanging clothes on the line just to usher it in quicker, though many times they're hard to fold, still frozen to the lines and stiff as a board, but the fresh smell was worth the effort, as the entire bedroom smells of warm summer air.
The squirrels are giving birth to fresh bounty for Scratchy to chase, as she rolls in the cool green blue grasses...come on Spring...we're ready and waiting...but we also know that this will be the times of floods and tornadoes...but you live with the thrill and the anxiety of it all...it's in our blood and that's why we don't all live in Florida...'cept maybe in the winter...HA!
