Since I failed to post yesterday, Sunday Feb 17th, I thought I would double up today. Here is a short ditty I wrote on my iPhone while taking a walk in the sunshine Friday afternoon.

I have spring fever and it’s not even spring. The air is warm and fragrant with fresh green smells. I want to roll around in the grass like a dog or lie in the sun like a cat. I want to take a picnic and a blanket and roam to find the perfect spot under a tree. I want to roll around on that blanket with a callow youth who has nothing in common with me besides our warm and rising blood. It’s spring and my sap is rising.