Spring Fever

I have so many garden chores to accomplish. The air is sweet with the warmth of the sun and the song of the birds.

I look around in amazement at the early display of spring.

I become twitterpated.

I laugh at myself at the notion, thinking of the 

sweet moments in the Disney movie, ‘Bambi’.

I wonder to myself, am I really twitterpated.

The Urban Dictionary defines twitterpated as:

        

…'to be completely enamored with someone/something.

… the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.'

Well, for the moment, the ‘object of my affection’ is my garden.

Instead of weeding and cleaning, I begin to pick flowers. Their heady fragrance only adds to my twitterpated state.

I found this old blue and white flower container sans lid at a

Flea market – one in a big old red barn. It was wonderful strolling

Through the aisles finding treasures.

I think of all the anticipations and the joys of spring. The song from

Movie Seven Brides for Seven brothers comes to mind….

Spring, Spring, Spring

Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,

And the obvious reason is because of the season

Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle

Spring, Spring, Spring.

All the hen-folk are hatchin'

While their men-folk are scrathin'

To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.

Each nest is twitterin',

They're all baby-sitterin',

Spring, Spring, Spring.

It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,

Every family has plans in view.

Even down in the brook the underwater life

Is forever blowin' bubbles too.

Every field wears a bonnet

With some spring daisies on it,

Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.

Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,

Spring, Spring, Spring.

From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye

Gazes down across his eagle beak

And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye

Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"

Yes, siree, spring disposes

That it's all one supposes

It's a real bed of roses

Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.

Each day is Mother's Day

The next is some other's day

When all is King ....

According to the calendar there’s just over three weeks left until

the arrival of spring….are you like I am…twitterpated – distracted

by the wonderful prospects of life renewed in the garden!

Come hum this song with me….

Spring, Spring, Spring…..

I am sharing this post with:

Show Off Your Cottage Monday @ The House in the Roses

Blue Monday @ Smiling Sally 
Tabletop Tuesday @ A Stroll Through Life