The Spiders Wake Up In March

The yellow dandelions bloom so cheerfully you forget they are weeds, and they sprawl forth amongst wild clover shaded by various trees full of green or colorful leaves and chirping optimistic birds. Time is flying with them, as the sun shines again on our little spot of earth, and the nights show us mercy once again being only a slight bit chilly as the very air around us breaks into slow defrost.

It's time to change the thick Comforters to light cotton sheets, to rearrange the base temperature on the thermostat and clean. Out with the old they say, in with the new. Shed, shed, shed and build a foundation for the new year to come. Your scalp begins to tingle with new ideas as societal or maybe even some form of animal driven arcane instincts begin to nag at the back of your brain to seek love with a little more hope, bask in new friendships, to dream new dreams, to nest, to sew the seeds of some kind of future, and you cannot help but to feel a little more cheerful as you listen to the birds begin to sing again, a sound you didn't really notice you missed hearing until you heard it once again in chorus amongst the sounds of the ever busying outside world, and you notice even your fellow neighbors have picked up their tasks with a slightly faster pace minus the resentment that follows a rush.

Your body screams for revolution as the sleepy coma of Winter melts off you like snow and waves in the new Season with sadly brightly colored hopeful arms, and the cold warmth of the sun on your shoulders reminds you that everything is coming to life once again.

How easy it is to think of Robin Eggs, and energetic squirrels. How happy to think of baby chickens, and tiny bunnies with floppy ears meandering across our yards or imaginations fueling our ritualistic endeavors... we often forget that when the Sun blesses the earth once again with it's warmer side other things wake up too.

And soon enough the spiders will be back under the woodpiles and under your desks. The yellow jackets building nests over your patio doors, and in the hinge of your child's outdoor Toy Box. The mosquitoes begin arising once again from still waters. The hatching in even the healthiest of green grasses begins for the fleas, the lice, and the ticks. Out of dark holes, and hidden places will crawl those poisonous reptiles from hibernation, as well as all the other things you may or may not have come to fear.

Of course, I have a problem with always seeing the big picture... and I do mean, a problem, because as I was outside I realized I was suspicious of an old chair. As I wondered why such an anxiety would crop up so suddenly, I realized at least in Southern California... that the spiders wake up in March.

Yet even still... it's all as beautiful as ever... the blue skies filled with white cotton candy clouds, the trees still moving in the hushed seasonal breeze. It's easy to be distracted by such beauty, and become so overwhelmed by it all that you just might forget where you sit. :)

Danger hides itself the most eloquently in beauty, in the light, in smiles, and good intentions gone sour. In fact danger does it's best work masquerading itself in the rainbows rather then the shadows.

And I'm pretty positive that,
At least in Southern California, the spiders wake up in March.