Spring has definitely sprung in the Okanagan; the temperatures are rising, the sun is shining and the smiles are expanding. But it's not summer yet, as much as we might like to think we can sit out on the deck for drinks or dinner. It's just that we can't contain our enthusiasm!
All seasons have a contagious element to them, but spring has more enthusiasm than any other season, almost an aggressive exuberance. After all, everyone has a favourite season but what other time of year is full of creatures frolicking? The force of summer is bold - blazing heat and long days, loud parties on the deck or the beach. Autumn has a melancholy to it, with its winds whistling through the trees - it makes us reminiscent and sometimes romantic. Winter wreaks it vengeance with harsh storms, severe cold and long dark nights. Spring... it has exuberance and enthusiasm, with everything bursting out all over. Flower blossoms unfold, baby animals bounce - even people warm up from winter with more spring in their step. The whole world rejoices in spring.
Every morning I walk our dogs through the orchard next to Rabbit Hollow. This time of year there are new things to see every morning. The light has been getting brighter, grass has been getting greener and the buds have been getting bigger. I took a picture of the first apricot tree to open its blossoms one evening and by today the whole block of trees was white with the wonder of new life. It lifted my spirits to see the blossoms; I could understand why the birds sing so energetically on spring days.
I also got caught on my scooter in a spring rainstorm, with huge drops going "splat!" on my oilskin coat and gusts of wind buffeting me along the road. On damp days like that the chill gets into my bones and reminds me not to put my sweaters away just yet. On days like that the new shoots in the ground seem to go into suspended animation, waiting for the signal from the sun to start up again when it's safe to grow. They're like racers waiting for the start gun to go off so they can burst out of their gates and sprint forward. I'm the same, aching until I can pack up those sweaters and pull out my flip flops. I want to run and jump just like the lambs and kids, and stretch out in the sun.
We have to hang in there, summer is coming soon. If we stick together to stay warm, like huddled chicks in the coop, we'll make it through the April showers. It's what you do to get over a fever... spring fever. I'm going to wrap my hands around my teacup and channel my springtime exuberance, and soon I will see those May flowers that came out of the gate to greet me.
“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
― Mark Twain