The Kick of Spring.

Spring, because spring is rather an emotion than a season. It is the soul's shedding of winter's wet overcoat; the splitting of the cocoon which releases the spirit from winter's bondage. It is a period of contemplation, renovation and inspiration.

But spring has its penalties, like fame, fortune and festivity, though the vacuum cleaner has done much to reduce the pain of “the spring clean.” It can even suck up collar studs, stray ties, a vagrant sock or a pair of braces; it can even mop up a pair of pants, and so the human male is not yet freed from the annual agony of disruption and distraction consequent on the spring offensive. This is why, in the spring, strong men strew themselves over public parks and chew grass while they await the abatement of domestic disorder. They look rapt in contemplation but really it is estimation as to the time which should elapse before it is safe to return to the nuptial nest. And, speaking of nests, Bill the sparrow, about this time, brings home the first straw for the new residence, and roughly sketches out to his spring bride the design he proposes to adopt. Strictly speaking, it is the same old design used in all his previous matrimonial adventures, but somehow it seems bigger and better and different; such is the influence of spring.

The young salute the salubrity of the season with whoops of rude joy; thrushes gurgle, hens cackle, dogs bark with added abandon and nature and man revel in the awakening of the earth.

And that is why Spring is one of those events worth while. There are others such as birds and beasts, sunshine and stars, effort and sleep, but—enough! more than enough.