No Time For Spring Fever

It was a glorious day today that filled me with a bit of envy when one friend after another said that they had been overcome by spring fever and were perfectly content with their state of being. With so much on my plate, I didn’t dare cave into my yearning to cast my cares to the wind and let my mind wander among my emotions, both poignant and sweet. 

I did sneak out to my garden to water the budding fruit trees. The camellias were in full bloom. Even the very elderly man next door was sitting out in his sunny front yard, chatting amicably with his attentive nurse. Every season, I expect to be his last, but he somehow manages to cling to the here and now. He is almost one hundred years old.

I snapped a few pictures of the vibrant camellias, then went back inside. My quilts were waiting.