Spring
Fever
I have
so many garden chores to accomplish. The air is sweet with the warmth of the
sun and the song of the birds.
I look
around in amazement at the early display of spring.
I become
twitterpated.
I laugh
at myself at the notion, thinking of the
sweet moments in the Disney movie, ‘Bambi’.
I wonder
to myself, am I really twitterpated.
The Urban
Dictionary defines twitterpated as:
…'to be
completely enamored with someone/something.
… the
flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your
affection.'
Well,
for the moment, the ‘object of my affection’ is my garden.
Instead
of weeding and cleaning, I begin to pick flowers. Their heady fragrance only
adds to my twitterpated state.
I found
this old blue and white flower container sans lid at a
Flea market
– one in a big old red barn. It was wonderful strolling
Through
the aisles finding treasures.
I think
of all the anticipations and the joys of spring. The song from
Movie Seven
Brides for Seven brothers comes to mind….
Spring,
Spring, Spring
Oh, the barnyard is busy in a
regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is
because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her
yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.
All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are
scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each
brand new arrival.
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring.
It's a beehive of buddin' son
and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the
underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.
Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show
their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to
spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring.
From his eyrie, the eagle with
his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle
beak
And a'fixin' his lady with the
legal eye
Screams "suppose we fix
the date this week!"
Yes, siree, spring disposes
That it's all one supposes
It's a real bed of roses
Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.
Each day is Mother's Day
The next is some other's day
When
all is King ....
According
to the calendar there’s just over three weeks left until
the
arrival of spring….are you like I am…twitterpated – distracted
by the
wonderful prospects of life renewed in the garden!
Come
hum this song with me….
Spring,
Spring, Spring…..
ay @ Smiling Sally
