Meself, I'm fortunate enough to live in a contry where you still can find (relatively) large uninhabited areas, where nature (for the most part) has been allowed to live its life in peace. We can still breathe the air without having to worry too much about smog, exhaust from cars and factories and such like. We have more than enough space, and still a bit to spare.
For months now, it has been a dead, white surface. Black, leafless apple and cherry trees, dry brown raspberry bushes, and my south-west wall has been covered in a greyish-brown maze of dormant honeysuckle.
But now sprig is here! Tiny, tender leaves of green grass can be seen, the honeysuckle is courageously showing its first green buds, and in my flowerbed against the wall tiny yellow, blue, white and purple flowers are showing off their finery.
When I come home from work, there are still a couple of hours of sunshine on my terrace. We are waking up! Coming back to life! Both meself, my son and my garden, and it is sooo wonderful!
My son and his best buddy are doing their darndest to wear out their new bicycles (and the lawn), my mother is getting a nice tan from doing her quilting on the veranda, and my father is getting back in shape for this summer's bicycle competitions. And me? Well I find my old energy seeping back. I take my son for picknicks on the roof of the shed.(There's such a lovely view fron up there!) I write long, longing letters to my boyfriend, who hasn't received a letter for months. I find myself finishing all the half-done knitting projects I started in the winter, but never had the energy to finish. I smile to my collegues and pupils, and I laugh when the tram is delayed in the morning, because it is just too lovely standing there waiting in the morning sun.
Yes, spring is truly a wonderful and lovely time, with tons of promise, life, energy and initiative. Life is great!

Magpie