For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

— John Denver

Fall is the best my favorite season. I mean, what about fall is not to love? Cool autumn breezes, changing colors on the trees, pumpkins, pies — everything from the sights to the smells to the feeling of fall make me fall in love with the season over and over again each year. I get tired of summer. I get tired of winter. I get tired of spring. I never, ever get tired of fall. I could write a million words and never adequately describe fall and all the ways I adore it.

But then there is something about spring. 

I have spring fever, y’all. I got it bad. Maybe it’s because this winter has sucked. Maybe it’s because the sun keeps shining and the days keep getting warmer and longer and teasing me until the next cold snap. Maybe it’s because I have puppies in my barn, eggs in the incubator, chicks coming next week, and I just placed a seed order from Bakers Creek today. Maybe I just miss being able to get in the water.

On the one hand, spring is hectic and messy. It’s rainy and muddy and the weather is bipolar in Tennessee and we never get the garden in on time and my thoughts becomes one long run on sentence from the spring chaos. I’m already tired just thinking about it. But on the other hand. . .

Spring is a promise. It’s a much needed reminder that the dreary and cold days of winter (the worst my least favorite season) don’t last forever. Spring bursts forth with new life of all kinds — flowers bloom (buttercups first of course), baby animals make their way into the world, seedlings climb out of the soil, trees turn chartreuse with new growth, and it’s like the whole earth wakes up from a long nap and starts singing.

Spring is, above all, a fresh start. Every year I plunge head first into spring believing that this is the year I will have all my ish together and not screw anything up. I start to get overzealous and excited and rejuvenated. I don’t know about you, but my mood definitely suffers during the winter. I struggle to be motivated to do anything other than a whole lotta nothin’. But when spring rolls around and the earth wakes up, I wake up, too. Fast forward a month or so and weeds will be overtaking the garden and I will be questioning what the heck I was thinking, but for that beautiful brief moment in spring I feel like I can conquer it all.

I think we humans need spring. I know there are places in the world where people don’t really experience the four seasons like we do, but I also know that every place on earth has some sort of seasonal shift. Whatever spring looks like in various forms across the country and the world, I think it’s important. We need a break from monotony. We need a reminder that we can always make a fresh start. We need a reminder that winter doesn’t last forever. We need a push forward and new motivation to keep us chasing after our goals. We need babies and sunshine and warm water and happy trees.

Oh, and we definitely need flowers.

Cheers