“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
I have the fever, all right. The spring fever. My heart aches, I want it so...but today's low is 6 degrees, so there's that.
Yesterday's 65 degree false spring stayed the insanity this winter has been backing me toward, for awhile at least, shouting SPRING IS ALMOST HERE! HANG ON FOR A FEW MORE WEEKS!
So I'm hanging...barely hanging...hanging with an achy heart in want of spring, but hanging still.
These two help me hang a little tighter, because the joy they exude on a warm false spring day shines nearly as bright and high as the sun. And I bask in it.