I'm pretty certain I have spring fever.
The signs are all these: reveling in the cool breeze coming through my window as I write this blog, a higher than average eagerness to get outside and walk, and practically swooning to the giddy tweeting of birds in the yard.
So I decided to share some quotes about spring from great literature. As I'm doing an online search, and reading through some quotes, I thought, "Wait a minute. I've written a lot of stuff. How have I described spring in the BryonySeries?"
So in a rae moment of self-indulgence, I did a quick search through some of my books.
The first two quotes are from the third installment of Before The Blood: Bryony Marseilles.
The third is from the fifth installment of Before the Blood: Bryony Simons.
The fourth is from the second installment of Before the Blood: Kellen Wechsler.
The last three are from the "drop of blood" trilogy: Bryony, Visage and Staked! - in that order.
While the world still grapples with a pandemic, it's to know that spring fever is the one afflication that might actually be good for us.
Have a beautiful spring Tuesday!
And Bryony would don her wraps, softly close the parsonage door behind her, and greet the cool Munsonville spring with a happy toss of her head and a blissful smile.
"Hello, world," Bryony said softly.
On this day, giddy with springtime promise and her newly bestowed independence, Bryony sang All Things Bright and Beautiful under her breath as she trudged down the muddy path and over to Main Street.
When Bryony paused to catch her breath, she'd do so near a window, where she yearned to walk along the cobblestone, among the colorful buds poking through the damp earth, and smell the spring air blowing off the lake.
The warm winds of spring blew away winter's frigid ones. Again, Metta gathered twigs and broken branches until spring grew strong, and fire could sleep.
Signs of spring arrived early that year in Munsonville. Red, yellow, and orange buds poked from their hiding places beneath the soil, although Melissa could not identify the flowers. In Grover’s Park, her mother planted mostly tomatoes and impatiens along the sides of the house, but Simons Mansion contained many gardens, each grouped by type or theme.
One warm spring afternoon, Melissa did it. Perhaps the tender greenery sprouting up from the ground beckoned her, or perhaps the warm wisps of wind stirring the air also stirred inside Melissa her buried feelings for the past. Either way, when the final school bell for the day had rung, Melissa headed for the road leading to the former Simons estate.
As winter melted into spring, Angela gradually weaned herself from the Wechsler residence to a larger world that did not interest Melissa. The more independent Angela grew, the more introspective Melissa became, until their worlds rarely collided.
