Accidental Ambivalence

Spring Happy

For as long as I can remember, I've felt something of an ownership for spring. Probably due to the fact that I was born in late March, and despite my adoration for snow and winter clothes, each time that spring makes its appearance, I feel like at least a little part of it is just for me.

My grandmother had planned flowerbeds and dozens of places were daffodils, lilies, irises, tulips, and things I don't even remember would pop up each year. She always fed the birds and spent hours outdoors, enjoying the sunshine and the dirt and the smell of life in the air. I would spend time with her, perhaps being more trouble than I was worth, but always enjoying her company and the results of her gardening efforts. I didn't grow up in a house where we cut flowers and brought them indoors - they die too soon. Rather, we would go outside and enjoy them while they were alive, pushing their way through the soil and waving in the light breeze.

I love the appearance of spring vegetables and fruits, because even for a fabulously unhealthy eater like me, fruit with breakfast and gorgeous, fresh salads for lunch are incredible. I love fresh scents in the shower and lightweight dresses skimming my body and lovely little sandals that my pedicured toes poke out of. I like going for walks with friends and talking the entire time about absolutely nothing. I like taking Puck outside so that he can eat grass that grew from the ground rather than a pot.

I love falling asleep during a thunderstorm and the way that rain sounds hitting the ground outside my window. I get a weird thrill from the heavy, ominous scent in the air when the conditions begin to appear perfect for tornadoes. As long as it's still warm enough for a skirt and sandals, I like to walk in the rain and listen to the drops hit my umbrella.

I love the pastel colors of Easter and the more vibrant colors of the things that actually occur in nature. I like celebrating my birthday different ways each year, but always with a dinner with my parents. I love that they don't get me birthday cake anymore because they know it isn't my preference. (Usually it's cheesecake; last year, I got dutch cherry pie and it was phenomenal.) I love the scent of lilacs on the bush more than almost any scent in the world. I love sitting outside and eating a sandwich with lemonade and calling it a private picnic.

So tell me: What do you love about spring?

Labels: everyday musings, weather

posted by nicalyse @ 10:39 AM