stubborn spring

Some springs arrive exuberant and generous. Some springs arrive confused and cautious. This year, we are experiencing the latter. The seesawing of temperatures and the lack of rain have every living thing–humans included–in a state of watchful waiting. These tiny leaves feel symbolic of this spring–hopeful yet restrained. Is it time? Is is time now? How about now? Bursting from the seams but not yet ready to commit. I can relate.