I'm so desperate for spring that I actually considered buying a $14 forsythia branch and throwing away the receipt so Prince Charming wouldn't know how much on spent on a tree branch just so I'd have something to photograph for this week's theme.
I'm so desperate for spring that I'm willing to risk a phallic looking image just so I can say that my tulip plants have grown enough for me to want to photograph them.
I'm so desperate for spring that I really, truly took my camera to the library parking lot and tried to photograph raindrops on the weeds.
I'm so desperate for spring that I'm wearing sunglasses with little windshield wipers on them.
I'm not showing you a picture of that because it looks stupid.
I'm so desperate for spring that when I pulled into my driveway from the grocery store, and I saw this tiny, purple bud popping out from the massive tangle of tree root where one of our cherry trees fell after the ice storm, I had to rush right in and grab my camera and try to manually focus on its teeny, tiny, little petals.
Because there it was...
And I jumped up and shouted,
"Is that you Spring?! I see you!
Come on out. You know you want to.
All the other kids are doin' it....."
And Spring said,
"Leave me alone! Why do you always have to wake me up?!"
And I said,
"Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can waaaaaait!"
Something's coming, something good,
If I can waaaaaait!"
And Spring said,
"West Side Story? Really?"
And then it pulled the covers back over its head and started to snow.
But I'm not giving up. I know it's coming.
It's right outside the door. Just around the corner, but it's coming!
And Spring said,
"Mom, STOP!"
Wait. That might have been my kid. Forget that last one.
Lovin' you through my spring lens...
~Lisa





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