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I love hearing birds when I wake up in the morning. It gives me hope that spring will arrive. In Seattle we are under water. I know it isn’t much to complain about, there are much worse weather scenarios out there in the world, and I even enjoy rainy days…for a while, but I am ready for sun, or at least for DRY.

Yesterday, I woke to birds and this thing called light, that has been absent with all the rain, shining through my window and I was inspired. I threw on my old jeans, dirty tennis shoes and a work shirt. I grabbed the wheel barrel and shovel and got to work re-building the steps in our yard that connect the grass to the alley. It had been bugging me all winter. We had extra bricks and stones from a project in the front yard that I had plans for.

I spent a few hours digging and lifting and sweating, and besides feeling frustrated because my eyes were itchy and my nose runny–the one downside of nice weather is that my allergies kick in–I was happy. And when my son walked to the back, to the area I was working on (which is almost never seen unless you are taking out the garbage) he said, “Wow Mom, did you do that all today?” I acted cool and casual and tilted my head with my quiet, “Yep,” but inside I was beaming.

My husband cleaned his office and changed the oil in his motorcycle and wiped it spotless. What is it about Spring that gets us going?

WRITING PROMPT: Write about how Spring inspires you.