the fever

"Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself." ~ zen proverb

I fully admit I have spring fever.  I have no shame in that. I lie belly down in the grass as the sunlight dances on each beautiful blade.  I feel my shoulders loosen, my face relax into a smile, I run my fingers across the tops to feel the soft new growth. It only took a few days of that much needed sun to bring it back to life and me along with it.  I feel the long winter fall away as I lie here in the grass. I want to linger in it. Inhale deeper. Stretch and grow.

Wash on the line. A new pair of sandals. Freshly painted toes. A bare shoulder. Blossoms. That first blush of sunkissed skin.

Do you have the fever? What speaks spring to you?