Spring! Spring! Where For Art Thou, Spring?

Spring arrives on Monday.

I wanted to be ready for her. But, the strong men in my life are not cooperating. I need them to move things, haul things, unload things...for me. None of this in anyway benefits them. But, they are strong, and I am not. Today, they are tired, and I am not. One snores. One watches poker on TV.

Spring comes for me in memories. Especially this year, when winter seemed lloonngg. Not 'cold and snowy' long, just plain old everyday long.

The memories just pop up out of nowhere.

While looking out the window with Baby Boy slung lazily over my shoulder, a memory creeps in slowly. Of a breeze over my shoulder, smelling like rain and dirt and worms and wet metal screens. Spring smells.

Standing at the dryer, unloading towels that smell fresh, like a downy dryer sheet. Ah, but the memory is of towels snapping on a line, smelling like sunshine and wind. Spring smells.

Colors. Pale yellow, light green, soft blue, a bit of whispy pink. A rush comes up from somewhere deep and whispers, Spring!

I saw them on Thursday. Three robins in a front yard. Pulling worms. Robins look like Spring. They always do. Even in Autumn.

I want to make things, create things, organize things. Like Spring does.

Spring! T'would be a lovely season, if t'were nothing else but Spring! T'would be a lovely season, if t'were nothing else but Spring!

Or, would it?

The sun is shining. The birds are singing. But, it is not Spring yet. No, not yet.

I must wait for her.

She will come. Even if I am not ready.

Until she arrives, I'll enjoy the memories.

Spring smells.