All winter long, I wait for these springtime days, and scheme about how I will spend such splendid coinage. Then the days arrive, and I am unable to focus - a kind of wandering silliness sets in. I ramble for hours, pausing to stare up into the blue and listen for geese and loons. I peer into fields and hedgerows (when I can find them behind the snow) looking for rabbits and the first green shoots of the season. I sit by the river listening to its euphonious antics as it rushes headlong through the gorge and out into the lake. I watch the sunlight pouring itself out over everything in sight, and I feel a little golden myself, but at the same time, I am singularly unmotivated to do anything at all except sit there on my rock in the sunshine and just be.
When I return indoors hours later, I sit here looking at the screen and trying to figure out how on earth I can describe it all. There are (alas) no adequate words for this beautiful blue day.
3 comments:
sounds like bliss...
Beautiful picture!!
Smiling at it this morning and also because lovely Spring is finding her way to you. Isn't the sigh of relief that she brings with her just the best?
What perfect words to describe exactly what it is for me too - wandering silliness! I too can't seem to focus either. Perhaps, it's just too soon, the ground is finally appearing and there's just too much to take in all at once.
Problem is I can't seem to focus once I'm home again; to heck with 'spring cleaning' I'd rather just sit with a cup of tea and a good book!
Jane
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