In Search of Spring
I went out in search of spring again
this year. Some might call this
search simply “Spring Fever”, which
seems to be a malady that is
brought on by another ailment known
as “Cabin Fever”.
In turn, “Cabin fever” is supposedly
caused by winter
or the inability to be outside
The search for spring gives no prior
warning and doesn’t always
happen according to the calendar
at the vernal equinox.
There is just a strong prompting
from within that causes an intense
desire to go searching. This
prompting usually happens on an
exceptionally warm day filled with
My search for spring first began
when I was a child. Even then,
springtime was my favorite time
of the year. It was exhilarating
to shed my winter coat for the
first time and then to run outside with abandonment into the freedom of
a warm spring day.
Like a little detective, I began
my search for spring by exploring
the backyard for any sign of new
life. I looked for plants pushing
their way up through the soil and
I searched for the return of the
robin family and their nest of
blue eggs. I was never disappointed
in my search for spring.
I found spring in the yellow blossoms
of the forsythia bush and
in the daffodils, tulips, and jonquils,
as they seemed to smile up
at me from the flowerbeds.
I found spring in the asparagus tips
near the garden that had pushed
their way through the sod and
I even welcomed the dandelions
scattered here and there as
I blew the fuzz off of a few already
gone to seed.
I found that spring had literally
burst forth in the blossoms of
blooming lilacs as I bent toward
them to inhale their fragrance.
The redbud and pear trees were
also dressed in all their glory
while other trees tightly held
their buds for a later time.
I loved the tiny blue violets that
I would search for in the backyard
and upon the cellar mound.
I would pick some of them and bring them
inside to put in Momma’s “flower
bowl”. This was a small glass vase
with holes in the top. I would
put the flower stems in the holes and
then place the dish in the center
of the dining room table.
I thought the simple little bouquet
be the loveliest in the land.
One clue led to another in my search.
A cat that became
skinny overnight was always an
exciting clue and my search would
usually end in finding spring in
the corner of the hayloft as
I stroked new baby kittens snuggled
in the hay.
When we search for life, we find
it. Sometimes it’s a surprise
that we didn’t expect at all like
a crocus blooming beneath the snow.
Farmers and ranchers see new life
in the green of the winter wheat
and in the baby colts and calves
entering the world upon wobbly legs.
Spring fever is a condition for
which the only cure is found in
being immersed in the sights, sounds,
and the fragrance of spring.
Perhaps we search for spring because
we need it so desperately.
We open up the windows of our houses
to let the newness of the
clean fresh air and sunshine flow
into our homes. Just as we need
to allow the fresh air and sunshine
to refresh a stale house, so we
need the same for our stale spirit.
We see new life around us all the
time but we are especially aware
of it in the springtime.
This year I saw it in the sunrise on Easter Sunday
as the new day’s sun began to rise,
causing the grass to glisten in the
rosy first light. I looked
up and as I watched the sun coming up over
the horizon, I remembered a line
from an old song that says,
“Open up your heart and let the
sunshine in”. It was a special moment
and in that instant I understood
the search for spring. I knew that
if we will but allow our hearts
to open and receive him,
the same God who created that awesome
desires to live in our hearts.
"For lo, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.”
(Song of Songs 2:11-12)
Pamela Perry Blaine
© April 2004