May 12, 2010

Spring Fever

It is outrageously beautiful today, the way spring is imagined in so much art: gold and green, Flora's breath exhaling flowers and birdsong, the sky so blue it makes you feel like crying, the snow still decorating the peaks and (mostly!) staying off the porch and up the mountain.  It takes the breath away.  The amazing luck to be alive in the spring, to be out of doors, to be in this universe while spring is happening.  This kind of day calls for Scarlatti and Vivaldi in the background, and traces of really light sweet bluegrass music, and something from Hildegard von Bingen.  Heart-poundingly beautiful weather.

Humdrum reality intervenes: now that it is really sunny and the grass is long and sweet, and the birds singing, the trees blooming, and I don't have to wear 4 layers to work outside...I have some kind of mystery thing making me dizzy every time I stand.  Hilarious a bit, to be tottering around in the garden and wondering if I am only suited for sluicy downpour weather anymore.  Cranky-making, to be so dizzy it takes a half hour to write this.  Maybe it's just the weather...