I, for some strange reason, cannot get this yearning for Spring and Summer out of my head!
What has caused it?
Could it be those brief days the other week- the ones that savored so strongly of warm weather, birdsong, and growth? Perhaps it is. Either way, I can't stop thinking about how lovely would it be to set out tomorrow morning, a bright a cheery day, and take a picnic in an obliging field somewhere.
I wish for nothing else right now.