Every day I take pictures of first blooms, budding trees, and birds singing their morning chorale to the dawn. This is my version of Spring fever. I feel it percolating in my bones when I step outside in the morning and smell the fragrance of jasmine and orange blossoms. As I watch children and college students enter into the frisky feelings of freedom from school for a short break, I pause and wonder about the past when boredom was the enemy; when I had to fill every minute with doing. Not so now. The softening of the heart to see and be satisfied with the small miracles, the little signs and wonders of resurrection has descended upon my spirit once more during this glorious season of rebirth. Restlessness, at the heart of the human condition, gratefully goes away when Spring arrives with the holy interruptions of creation leaping out of every passing moment.