Is it normal to nearly hyperventilate at the sight of emerging leaf buds? This is the effect spring has on me every year. Never mind that the weather forcast is showing a possibility of snow this Friday. Never mind that. We’re not discussing such vile things. I’m just jumping-out-of-my-skin happy to see little buds on the trees and to hear the sweet song of spring peepers as I drive into my neighborhood.
What is it about the season that elicits such elation? It’s still cold outside and it tends to rain a lot. The ground is squishy, the trees are bare, and the time change has everyone out of sorts, grumbling to sleep just a little bit longer. But the days are stretching out, providing enough light to let us know we’re almost there…the gloom, the chill, the darkness…it’s almost over. There’s hope!
Hope is one of those feelings that elude some and rule others. I fall somewhere in the middle. When a situation feels hopeful, I experience a flutter in my chest and a hop in my step. It’s a feeling to savor and appreciate because, damn it, life can be hard. So, despite needing to slip on my rubber mud boots and jacket to leave the house, I’m going to enjoy the emergence of new life, the freshness of the air, and the hope of even warmer days to come.