Happy day two of Spring!
To those tulips and flowers thinking they had the all-clear in New York and woke up to a layer of snow this morning – I’ve heard the snow has melted and things are looking up!
Such is the advent of Spring. Although the calendar proclaims it the first day of this new season, for most areas of this country, winter will not pry its grubby, cold hands from the necks of winter weary humans and optimistic little flower buds.
In Los Angeles, it’s spring and summer all year round so the transition has less contrast. The climate is temperate and things are pretty green around here most of the time. Yet, Spring comes along in February when the blooming Jasmine hatch open and the Pittosporum grows its incredibly fragrant white blooms that make you want to climb its branches and bury your face in a bushel flowery sunshine. (That is – if there weren’t bees everywhere, which is a blessing). That’s the only way you know there’s a season change – when things start smelling like a perfume laboratory.
And then the Jacaranda trees start showing their purpleness a little later in April and May, adding their fragrance to the splendor and raining down purple petals on the street and cars. It’s ‘Purple Rain’ the way Prince meant it to be.
But enough of all this garden variety metaphorical waxing. Spring does something more to our brain than we realize. Our goals and our intention to complete them flourish. The synapses in our brains fire off endorphins and fun chemicals that make us break out in spring fever.
And then some of us are still trying to catch up on that hour of sleep we lost last weekend.
Whatever the case of spring may bring on your doorstep or out your window, there’s plenty of fodder for writing. So…
What does Spring mean to you? What memories do you have of Spring? What hope do you have for this season? What do you smell, taste, feel and see this year that’s different from other seasons? Are you exhausted? Happy? Wistful? Sad? Hopeful?
Write it down today. Tell Monday to take a hike. Break through the first day of the week resistance blues.