Spring Fever

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!”                                Mark Twain

“April's air stirs in
willow leaves...
a butterfly
floats and balances”

Bashō
Japanese Haiku

"Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment."     Ellis Peters

My daily rhythms, if I have had any during this pandemic, have been accompanied by the tapping of this friend on my southern windows for the past week. If only I could get on the ball, and keep up with his relentless energy, I might accomplish something, maybe even more than he is, poor dude.

Marsh marigolds have taken over this woods by the Genesee River Trail.

 In Vermont I used to harvest the greens (also called cowslips) to steam and eat. 

Wanna be maple trees on the bridge

Dancing in the wind

 Whatever this is makes me feel like I am somewhere tropical, not in balmy western NY on a rainy April day.