What's So Bloomin' Great About Spring?

So it's official... Spring has sprung. Everything is green. No, literally, everything... my car, the sidewalks, the dogs... there is a lovely lime green dusting of pollen blanketing my little corner of the world, and it's making my life hell. I want to claw my eyes out, they itch so badly. Everyone's coughing and complaining. Headaches abound. Sneezes echo throughout the house. 

Then there are the animals. A rather large snake in the gutter. A groundhog out on his daily jaunt, before scurrying back into his hole. Deer parking themselves on the driveway, taking their own sweet time getting out of the way (hello, deer? we have a bus to catch!). They don't want to be hurried while scoping out their dinner options (hostas or azaleas?). Bats flying a little too low for comfort. Thankfully, no swine in sight. Oh, and the horses. The expensive show horses that live next door. They have now been sprung from their barn and are galloping free. Only problem is now we have to be extra quiet, as we don't want to scare them (God forbid!). 

But as annoying (and frightening) as they all are, these signs of life renew my spirit. Maybe I am just relieved because now that there are leaves on the trees again, I feel hidden away from everyone (which I love). Like it's just me and my little family, alone together. Or maybe all the pinks and reds and yellows from the roses and lillies and peonies brighten my mood. Or maybe I am hyper aware that spring leads us ever closer to summer vacation, which is the ultimate cure-all. 

But what I suspect is going on, is God is gently, and ever-so-pleasantly, reminding me that my little problems aren't very earth shattering. Seasons continue to change, life continues to bloom and I need to start looking at all the beauty around me and stop thinking everything revolves around me. Because if, in fact, it did, trees would grow kleenex, and deer would serve me ice cream in bed, while they pack the boys' lunches and find my husband's keys. 

Hmmm...