In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove;
In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
–Alfred Lord Tennyson, Locksley Hall

I’m not sure what it is in particular about the coming of Spring, but in my scant twenty five years of existence I’ve found Tennyson’s observations generally accurate for myself. Perhaps the winter starts to wear on us come February or March as we anticipate the return and rejuvenation of outdoor life and entertain the possibility of joining the flourish.

Biologically it makes sense that humans periodically entertain thoughts of love so that the species can continue, and I think there is validity that this time comes for many as the snow begins melting. It makes me wonder about snow barren lands like California: does the nearly constant summertime creates an endless romantic cycle, with fragile love never subjected to the harshness of winter?

There’s no telling what the coming season will bring, but if animated owls constitute a source of wisdom I had best prepare for the inevitable:

Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You’re walking along, minding your own business. You’re looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head’s in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you’re walking on air. And then you know what? You’re knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
–Friend Owl, Bambi

It could happen to you…