Spring in Spite of It All

I apparently suffer from S.A.D. which stands for "seasonal affect disorder."  It means my mood is affected by the weather.  Indeed for the past several seemingly interminable stretches of rain and cold here in So Cal, I have been given to feelings of ennui and malaise. I choose those terms because they may be somewhat archaic and not used all that often, but indeed sum up what I have been feeling during much of March and April (so far) this year.

But, rejoice, the sun has come out again!  The weather has warmed a bit.  Flowers are blooming and the birds are singing.  The pix above were captured in my yard dancing gaily in the first sun last weekend.  Alas, we had a cloudy cool setback, but then yesterday and today spring has tried to spring forth once more.

In spring, there is hope.  We certainly need that now.  I know I do.  Getting out of the house, even if it is just into my yard or for walk the neighborhoods with the dogs, does me a world of good.  Last evening, I sat on my front porch for the first time in months with a good read and a nice glass of wine,  Miguelito in my lap.  I lost track of time and soon it was dark.

Last night I slept well in spite of  vivid dreams of, well, I can't remember, but I do remember dreaming.  And that is a positive thing for without dreams, the future can seem seem bleak especially with global pandemics and political posturing everywhere.  Spring will inspire us through all of this madness.  We will survive.

Happy Spring.