It Isn't Spring Yet

The pear trees are starting to blossom.  They are the first sign of spring, with crabapples, redbuds and dogwoods to follow.   Daffodils are in full bloom.  Can tulips be far behind?

But don't get spring fever -- it isn't spring yet!

The cars are lined up at the local carwash.  Everyone wants to get rid of the salt and grime from winter's last fling.  You can wash your car if you want to, but it won't bring spring.  We could still have more cold weather.  It isn't spring yet! 

People are walking around outside in their shirtsleeves. There is still dampness in the air.  "Put on your coat before you catch cold!"  No, I can't tell perfect strangers to wear a coat, but they should know better.   It isn't spring yet.

A guy was on the elevator this morning with a motorcycle helmet.  He rode to work on a motorcycle?  A day or two of warm weather and people go nuts.  He will get a chill and the flu from the cold wind in his ears. It isn't spring yet!

My grandson wants to play outside. He pouted and didn't want to wear his coat.  "You have to wear a coat; it's too chilly for going outside without a coat regardless of what all the other kids are doing.  You already have a cough."  Finally, he agrees to compromise and wear his fleece jacket.  Kids!  They just don't understand that it isn't spring yet!

There is still a chill in the air.  The sun may be warm but the breeze is cool.  I saw a guy in a convertible with the top down. Another case of spring fever, no doubt.  You can't let yourself be taken over by wishful thinking.  "Put that top up and wait a while!"  I'm wasting my breath.   He can't hear me at 70 mph. Doesn't he have a mother?  She will tell him. It isn't spring yet.
 
My backyard is full of birds: robins, cardinals, and blue jays. They are chirping, singing, and scavenging for food and nesting materials.  They think it is spring too.  Yes, it is deceiving even to creatures.  But have feathers to keep them warm and we don't.  It isn't spring yet.

My honey has been sick with a head cold.   It must be the weather, warm one day, cold the next.  I hear coughs and sneezes nearly everywhere I go.  I've tried to tell them, but no one will listen.  It's March, for heaven's sake.  It isn't spring yet!

It can still get cold outside.  Don't you know that the pear blossoms are often killed by frost and daffodils can be covered with snow?  Azaleas don't have any sense either.  They bloom too early and get nipped in the bud by cold weather all the time.  It isn't spring yet!

Don't you know the rules?  "No going without jackets until temperatures stay warm for a week.  No summer clothes until after the first of May.  No wearing of shorts until about June. No wearing of white until the first of May.  No sandals until summer."  Can't you at least wait until after Easter?  Quit rushing the season. It isn't spring yet. 

I must admit, it's hard to hold back the energy, the lust for life, the yearning to be free of winter and its confinement.  It's the nesting instinct.  I want to clean my nest, get it ready for the new season. I want to clean, dust, and repaint. I also want to wear sandals and short-sleeved T-shirts. I'm bursting with energy, emotion and desire to plant flowers. 

Spring is just around the corner and it is really just so hard to wait.  Do you suppose I could be catching spring fever too? Who cares if it isn't spring yet?