Spring Fever

Spring fever has taken over. My mind is on cleanup of the yard, should we fertilize? Are those bulbs I moved last fall going to come up or did I kill them? What should I plant in the garden this year? Should I expand the garden again?

While I sit in my economics class, watching the teacher talk and make gestures to the class, my mind meanders back to those thoughts, blotting out his voice. I think to myself that I should be listening to what he says because it will probably be on a test, I wonder what color the flowers will be?

Every spring I have this same problem, whether in a class or at my job. My eyes glaze over as I stare out the window, my thoughts dancing around the joys of spring and summer. How do I defy the magic of the two best seasons around here? I don’t want to, that is where the problem lies. I let them awaken my senses that have been dormant all winter. The colors and smells tantalizing my surroundings, making them new again.

So I may miss a question on the test, it is nothing compared to missing the evolution of spring and summer.