Perfumed blooms battle for attention, leaving me dizzy, intoxicated. Sun-warmed breezes take the bite from winter. Bright green buds burst forth from drab stems. Profusion, confusion. Explosion of brilliant color. Every shade of pink, violet, purple, white, red, fuschia, yellow, green. Rebirth. Renewal. Cliches of spring crowd my head. No wonder I feel weak in the knees, but deliriously happy. That’s why we call it spring fever.