I love April. I love May more, but I do love April. It’s finally warming up (not enough yet!) and FINALLY the trees have their lovely pink and white blooms on them. The smell of mulch is in the air, which is to me, the trigger for spring fever.
No, seriously. Mulch.
My husband’s school is out on spring break so he gets to stay home and do our taxes while I plug along at work and writing and going to the gym, which, along with housework and church are the five constants in my life these days. Everything else, every other slot of time, is up for grabs. (Choir’s included under church, of course, so I haven’t forgotten singing.)
This makes me SO ANTSY to get outside, to take my computer somewhere with lots of sunlight and type away. But here I sit in my cube. I mailed two projects out today which makes for a pretty rockin’ Monday.
I wrote a haiku cycle.
“Alas! Spring Fever.
Michael is at home. I am not:
Overachiever.
But wait! It’s April -
Michael works doing taxes,
though against his will.
I have it easy,
since work is the same and tax
forms make me queasy.
So pity me not,
here in my gray cubicle.
It could be much worse.
But my poor Michael
can’t escape despite Spring Break-
the tax man cometh.
I remind myself
of this when I am antsy -
makes the fever break!”
LOL, that’s awesome.