It’s spring, Gentle Reader. It’s spring! The daffodils are beginning to bloom, the sun has decided to shine in Indiana once again, the grocery stores are full of jelly beans, tiny buds are growing on the trees, and the chickens have upped the number of eggs they’re laying.
Ah, spring. We’ve missed you.
I can also tell it’s spring because the kids have been digging into their summer clothes. Closets are in complete shambles around here as the children change their clothes several times a day, but it feels so nice to have the cooler air on our arms and legs. It almost feels like we’re waking up from a long winter’s nap.
Everyday we open up the windows and let in the fresh breeze. Of course, after the sun sets we run around, shivering, while we close them until tomorrow, but it’s worth it. I think we’ve all been stifled with stale air for too long here at Bunkersdown.
Last week I worked in the garden for the first time this year. It was heavenly. And messy. My peas, beets, lettuce, spinach, Swiss chard, and bok choy are all planted. I feel almost a spiritual hunger to eat fresh things, healthy things.
My annual need to cleanse and purge through all our clutter has hit, right on schedule. Spring makes me want to clean and freshen up and tidy everything in sight.
I’m taking the whole purging thing a bit more seriously this year. (The girls have put their stuffed animals in the Witness Protection Program.) My goal is to give or throw away 100 things from each room and after only three rooms we’re already on our second minivan-ful of donations to the Salvation Army. The kitchen filled half of its quota when I simply cleaned out the silverware drawer. Baby spoons- gone! There are no babies here. Rusted cheese knives- trashed! Only shiny things are allowed here. Rusted canning lids- recycled! I’ve got newer ones I can use.
Soon spring will feel ordinary and everyday. We’ll start taking the sun for granted again. We won’t marvel at the green shoots that emerge from the ground. My inner fire for cleaning will diminish and the kitchen island will get cluttered again. But for right now it all feels new and clean and miraculous.
Ah spring, we’ve missed you.