hello springtime my old friend

well if it is truly Spring where is the sweet smell of blooming flowers and the slight misting of raindrops carried through a warm breeze on an almost chilly day? I’m currently craving springtime, but it hasn’t come my way.

(candid of the cool peeps who I accompanied to prom and more importantly ate thai food with)

Spring isn’t just lovely because of the weather, it’s a the feeling I get. From the 28th of February all the way to the eve of May 1st, I feel it. My worries grow smaller, and my options grow as wide as the sea.  A springtime Sunday is my favorite day. Trying to find something else to do because I’ve given up tumblr and ice-cream two of my greatest pleasures for lent. (I know I should be feeling the withdrawals but this season makes up for it)

Not reaching for the remote or the Netflix login, because outside my window are raindrops, and slick streets and waxy buds of cherry blossoms, I don’t even mind the bees. The pollen may stick to my nose, but each year it becomes less troubling than before. I crave those high up buildings with huge windows and wooden floors where a class is being taught with the sight of the rising sun.

I crave those nights walking through the grassy parts of my town, and sitting by the lake humming tunes to every song that are awakened by the pure words of “Springtime.” The farmers markets with kids buzzing around and fresh produce that is much too pretty to consume. The streets filled with runners from all walks of life either running my 5 mile route or enjoying a bike ride down the same stretch.

Exploring my city for the fifteenth time because each time something new is revealed and the spring is the perfect time for those beginnings. Opening the drawers and cleaning out my wardrobe of black and blue and adding hints of lavender, and mint, and honey, and paler blues and even a little bit of white. Making way for the summer and spending most nights too anxious to fall asleep because what morning will bring is beating through my head like a drum. Wearing breezy dresses even if it’s not easter or prom, because springtime allows these things to be the norm. Spending time with friends before the end because every moment gets a little longer with the passing months of winter. Craving the color run, camping trips, hiking up mountains, and swimming in a lake. Needing long drives, night swimming, dog walking, and playing in the park on the swings after dark. Sticky frozen yogurt, ice cream, and smoothies become my three food groups that will never get old until the leaves start to fall again.

Writing in my journal no longer becomes a chore because in the spring I only see progress and whether it’s two words or two pages my journals will be fill with anecdotes of this lovely season. 

Do you agree that the little things are the things that matter at the end of the day? I do. 

I took this moment to recollect all of the springs I have ever had and you know what I only remembered the little things, the mundane, even though it can be hard to feel thankful for the small moments that seem to disappear before we've soaked them up fully. 

So what do we do from here?

Well try to realize that today did matter, and as long and you woke up this morning and you tried, well that's more than enough to be celebrated. Spring isn't a season it's more like a feeling. That slightly anxious yet excited feeling you get in your stomach after coming up with a really good idea and slightly overthinking the possibilities of where it could take you. (all day everyday bae bae) Or realizing that it's more of a feeling of "ahh" not to be mistaken with "ah ha" it's more of a sigh of relief like I've made it through the promise of fall, the shivers of winter, and I can now put my feet up because it's spring. Of course plenty of authors start their beginnings at springtime, as the buds start shaping into flowers, and the ever so slightly clean feeling surrounds every crack and crevice indoors and outdoors, and the grass is so green and crisp it starts to sing along with the birds whose low geese squawk turns into beautifully mocked tunes much too sharp for any whistle. Also spring has given me a lot of hope, hope for motivation (grade wise), hope for doing a lot of awesome things this summer, like getting a job, traveling to Thailand possibly, or just spending time with my sister at home.

happy spring,

Casey

p.s. I made this spring playlist 
p.p.s. I also think this quote by wendell berry is on point about springtime, at least for me.
p.p.p.s I could definitely use some iced coffee right now.