THE FROG POND - Spring Fever


By Suzanne Mazer Stewart

Well, I knew it had to happen sooner or later. Winter would finally bow out and Spring would come waltzing in. Not that I mind; this Winter came in such fits and starts it was hard to tell what weather was coming next. A little Spring predictable unpredictability will be a nice change. No, what I dread each year is the effect the season has on the members of this family.

The kids tend to go absolutely insane this time of year. Something about warm days and sunny afternoons sends them right over the edge. Not that being members of this family doesn't already give them a slight mental imbalance, to begin with, but there's a change that comes over them about the time the trees start budding. It seems they can't remember to close the door anymore. They can't remember to wipe their feet or take off their shoes. I've got so much mud tracked into the house, I don't need to plow the garden. I can just take the seeds and plant them in the living room. With the front door left open, the plants will get plenty of sunshine. And with the way things get spilled in this house, they won't lack for water, either. Then there's the increased level of energy emitted, as well. If in Spring, a young man's fancy turns to love, a child's fancy must turn to lunacy. They run around here like up wind up toys in hyper drive. If they aren't tearing through the house like a herd of stampeding elephants, they're "BORED." The other night, our oldest son was complaining of boredom. My husband jokingly told him to go run around the house ten times. The nut case came in a little while later asking if he could stop at 8 times around, because it was getting dark!

Then there's my husband. As soon as the robins appear, you'll find him in the garage tinkering with the garden tractor, or inspecting the blades on the mower deck, or worse. He tends to plan these great projects that are started with great enthusiasm, only to be finished with large amounts of wifely nagging and/or left unfinished for "later." Oh, that later should come sooner! My kitchen has been in a half-finished state for 3 years now, the poor, neglected victim of the great Spring Project of '99. I've reached the point of threats to his supreme happiness: doing it myself with HIS tools.

I have to admit, I fall under the spell a little, myself. I've already ordered 50 bulbs to plant in the flower garden. And I've found a new strawberry recipe I can't wait to try once my berries come on. And then there's the vegetable seeds I've started, and the quilts I plan to make for the girls' beds, and the dining room to repaint, and Easter dinner to plan and prepare, and Mother's Day gifts to make, and...

Excuse me, I've got to go. The sun is shining, it's a beautiful day, and I think I see a bluebird on the lilac bush in the backyard. Besides, there's so many wonderful new things I have to go do. Is it warm in here, or is it just me?

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