Rebecca Boucher, Charger Staff
It’s now the middle of second semester and, by listening closely, the
clamor of spring is barely audible. Barely audible, but loud enough to leave
excitement in the air...
Soon, the trees will be greener, flowers will exist once more, and the outdoors
won’t be quite as foreboding.
I find myself ready to jump into the action of “rebirth” that comes
along with spring, and I also find myself sounding like an elderly person in
the midst of a rainforest, commenting on each plant specimen as the tour car
rolls slowly by.
Yet something must be said for the beauty of nature and how it affects a person’s
mood. Maybe some mystery; perhaps a little enchantment.
If I have nothing particularly spectacular happening around me, as soon as spring
rolls around, all I need to do is open a window and I feel like I’m an
extra in The Sound of Music, fluttering about the mountains with a gentle breeze
tugging at my cheeks.
I’ve noticed that as people get older, they are fascinated by subjects
that to most of us seem to be painstakingly dull.
Take bird watching for example...bird watching... fun? I’ll go with a
“no” from my team. I wonder, however, if I’m getting this excited
about the greenery and noises of spring, if I will one day become the grandmother
who counts how many azaleas I have in my garden each Sunday.
Ahh... “Only time will tell” is appropriate in this case. For now, I’ll gleefully count the minutes until spring arrives, marking off each passing day with a thick black marker. Perhaps “Spring Fever” doesn’t exist, but watch out when you start going to the grocery store more often. We all know what I’m talking about.