Signs of . . .
Robins return, chirping away.
Frogs croaking making the evening.
Crocuses, irises, and daffodils refusing to stay in their winter prisons.
Trees budding, impatiently waiting to burst forth into glory.
Cold weather reluctantly giving way to warmth.
Water plants peeking above the water line.
Pets wanting to explore the outdoors.
Seed and plant catalogs dogeared edges.
A gnawing inside me to get out.
The impatience to get to my flower beds.
Urges to plant, clear, smell, and dig in the dirt.
Fresh veggies in my dreams.
Thoughts of new flower beds.
Repairing the driveway.
Fields turning green.
The moment somebody says, "this is very risky," is the moment it becomes attractive to me. --Kate Capshaw