I feel an anticipatory, uncomfortable pressure in spring when nature is pregnant with life that has not yet appeared. My husband feels it too, every year. Maybe you do also?
I marvel and get blissed out by plants emerging from the ground and then blooming as my favorite wildflowers. But the beginning of spring is an awkward time. There is an uneasy strain in the flower bulbs as they try to push their stalks up thru the muck. And I feel a little embarrassed for the spring peepers when they appear prematurely and start singing for their mates. (I learned that these small frogs can freeze, thaw, sing; then repeat: freeze, thaw, sing, in a single season. Ouch! That seems painful!)
My antidote for the awkwardness of early spring is to get out and ‘walk through it’ literally and figuratively. Uncertainty is of short duration. We get to the other side soon. My tension lifts when I see that the plants have successfully emerged, and that the baby animals are thriving.
The scents of tulip magnolias and crabapple blossoms bring a smile to my face, as we enter that splendid and rapturous time that is full spring, leaving the snow behind.