The days are getting longer, the daffodils are popping through the earth like miniature explosions of sunshine, and our bluebird house is bursting at the seams with nesting material and four light blue eggs. One would think it is already Spring, but it’s still cold.
It has been a long time since I can remember feeling such a sense of urgency for the season to change. I am so tired of being cooped up inside the house reading or watching television. I want warm sunbeams, beautiful blossoms, and the smell of freshly mowed grass.
So, Mama Nature, if you’re reading this, hurry things up a little.