I thought that spring would have sprung during the month of April. While warmth and blue skies occasionally graced us, we finished the month with chilly temperatures, consistent rain, and an unwelcome bout of the stomach bug. (Keeping consistent with our long-standing family track record, the stomach bug reared it's head at 2:30 in the morning. My children, apparently, only vomit when concealed in the cloak of darkness.)
But now it is May, and somehow, this signifies the promise of relief. May marks the end of the semester; by the end of next week, my final grades will be submitted. While various aspects of work will continue, my life should resume a more humane pace.
Also, early May marks the season for tulips. How could I not feel happier when I consider a tulip lifting its delicate head toward the sunshine? It's outdoor therapy.