This afternoon I sat on a sun-warmed rock beside our pond, watching tadpoles scurry about just under the surface. A finger of wind traced ripples, sending drops of sparkling sunshine scattering like shooting stars in front of me.
Butterflies flirted with flowers. Dragonflies flirted with each other.
Max and Belle waded, drank, relished the cold and hot on their bodies.
And I just sat there in silence, caught in Spring's spell... oozing gratitude out of every pore in my body...
"It's spring fever.
That is what the name of it is.
And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want,
but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"