Spring Fever

Spring in the mountains of western N.C. is a fickle muse. One day it's warm and sunny, the next wet, rainy, and dreary. Other days it's sunny and crazy windy, making outdoor tasks a real chore.

As the daffodils have begun to emerge and crocuses pop up in the most unexpected locations (um, the chicken coop? who knew?), I've found myself pining, yearning, aching for warm days and springtime loveliness. Working fastidiously from home on my books over what was an admittedly rather rough winter has me chomping at the bit to get outdoors, eat asparagus, lay in the grass with a good book, cloud gaze, and eat berries.

Oh, berries. Lately all I can think about are strawberries and blackberries and raspberries and more, their tart, plump sweetness satisfying every imaginable craving. I'm looking forward to picnics and brunch on the patio and open windows and a generally less dusty and animal-fur riddled house. I'm itching to go swimming and hiking and linger lazily in the rocking chair on the front porch. I'd also really love to learn how to sail, drifting aimlessly over swells and crests, putting down anchor, cracking open a bottle of white wine and soaking up sun. Seeing as that I live in the mountains, however, that urge is on indefinite pause...

What about you? What bit of spring fever has seized and captivated your thoughts and longings?

*Image from here.