And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~ Kahlil Gibran

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

How to say it?

I feel like I am just breaking free from my winter hibernation. I have so many wonderful thoughts and feelings I want to share, but my fingers and brain are rusty with disuse, and I can't seem to make it all flow out onto the screen.

I wish, sometimes, that I didn't go into such a funk every winter. But if I didn't, I wouldn't have the wonderful feeling of shaking it off every spring. And it is wonderful. Like coming alive again. I imagine that this is the way the trees and flowers feel when the sun warms them and they begin putting out new leaves. You can almost feel them stretching and yawning as the sap in the trees begins to flow and the first leaves unfurl.

That's the way I feel.

It is a little painful, like when you have been in one position for too long, but at the same time it feels so good. I fill my lungs with the cool spring air, and taste that unique flavor of fresh-thawed earth. I eagerly seek out every little speck of newly grown green on the ground or treetops, and it seems like my eyes just drink it in. Like some part of me is coming alive again. I feel something inside of me stretch, working out the kinks from a long rest, and it is eager to begin another season of living.

Life is good in the spring. Every day there is some new bird flying through the yard, or a flower that has peeked up for the first time through the soil. Nothing has been worn down by summer's heat yet, and everything seems to be new and fresh. In spring it seems all things are possible. There are all those sun-drenched summer days ahead, promising plenty of time to finish all those projects we all have that seem to just sit around and wait for us to get around to them.

The best part of spring, right now, is opening the windows in the house. It is still only 55-65 deg F around here, but that is definitely warm enough to air out the house. I feel like I can take deep breaths again. I can finally breathe. I love the sweet scent of sun-warmed air and wet soil.

I am looking forward to a seed-buying expedition at the local nursery tomorrow. My head is spinning with possibilities and plans.

It is a good day.


Finding Pam said...

I get depressed in the winter too because it is so grey and cold. I love the spring too, but alas it will pass too soon and the dreaded summer heat will be killing everything in sight.

barefoot gardener said...

exactly! I live for spring and fall....