
Spring belongs to everyone. It’s the Coca-Cola of seasons. Everyone sees value in spring – “You know, I really love spring!” people suddenly say – as if having an original insight. The chattering birds flap around thinking they own spring. The grass puffs up in eye-frying green as if nothing else matters.
No one can resist being cheered by the warming sun – and thinking of the sun as a personal blessing. Everyone smiles and thinks, “Man, those rays feel good on ME.”
Spring has its own brand attributes – rapid change, playful colors, unbidden swagger. Spring is no time for brooding. It's the season for
applauding.
Spring arouses us to action. It's the season for jump-starting old cars… and for dark deeds. Spring is when armies mobilize and gun-nuts rampage. In spring, the sap rises… and cruel plans kick into action along with benign ones.
The danger is being fooled by spring. Consider the lyrics of Thomas Morley, 1594.
April is in my mistress’ face, And July in her eyes hath place. Within her bosom is September. But in her heart a cold December.Perhaps Morely was wary of spring, which glittered misleadingly in his mistress' face. Those chattering birds think
they own spring, not us.
Maybe they do...
brandsinger