obsessed with Spring

I suppose within the near future it will become VERY apparent that I'm REALLY obsessed with Spring. Attempting to self-analyze, there are a number of reasons I know of. First off, I LOVE to be outside. Futzing around in the yard with the puppy, some great tunes on and barefoot is really my idea of bliss. The second thing is color. Winter in New Jersey is monochromatic. I truly believe the beauty of Fall is to give you your last dose of color before everything turns to shades of gray and white. It's dark in the morning at 6:30 and its dark again in the afternoon by 5 p.m. The SAD theory used to sound like pure who-ha to me when I was younger. Now approaching that 'middle-aged' portion of my days, I can verify that the lack of sunlight CAN effect your affect.

During the winter, I look forward to 7 p.m. on a daily basis. At that magical hour, my mind tells me there's only ONE hour left to attend to the domestic tasks of everyday life before I can grab a source of 'read' and watch T.V. without feeling guilty. Sad. Come Spring, I look forward to the 10 a.m.-ish time of day when I won't look completely insane being out in the yard checking the flowers, feeling the birds and coming up with whatever 'new' projects I envision. I'm not sure if there's something 'wrong' with me, but I do question myself at times as working outside is something I find to be completely therapeutic.

Whelp - be sure that when I retrieve my newspaper in the morning tomorrow, I'll be checking the height of the tulips with a serious excitement!!