Well, it’s almost March. That seems sort of unbelievable to me. Almost time for spring cleaning – didn’t I just do fall cleaning? It is a bittersweet time of year for me, the early spring. I am sad that winter is winding down, though happy that the early bulbs have started sorouting up from the ground. To many people right now I am sure that spring seems far off, as they while away the days under blowing drifts of snow. How I envy them! I am sure they, in turn, envy me and the lack of white on the ground here in Virginia. I actually find the dearth of snow more depressing – all around me there is brown. Brown grass, brown trees, brown shrubbery, brown brown brown. I’d rather see a pristine blanket of white than dead vegetation the entire season.
I take a lot of flack for this. Most adults have outgrown snow. I think it is sad, personally, that by the time we reach adulthood the majority of us have lost that sense of wonderment that makes childhood so special. Remember when snow was magical? You could run outside in it and it would seem like all the world was holding its breath; it made it seem, if only for a short while, that the world was being cleansed and renewed – sort of a metaphorical clearing of the slate, if you will. (Not to mention the fun! Snowmen, igloos, snowballs, snow angels……ah!)
And it isn’t just snow. We’ve collectively lost interest in the fact that the natural world around us and all of the small, simple things that are going on every day, are amazing. I feel ridiculously lucky that I am where I am right now, able to watch the subtle changes in the trees and the sky from my window and share it with my kids. The lack of snow is unfortunate. I’ve always thought that the lingering snow with the green sprouts shooting through to find the sun was a miraculous sight.
Yesterday we had an errand to run at the lake and since it was just before twilight and the lake looked so serene (and I had my camera with me) we decided to stop at one of the beaches and enjoy it for a few moments. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, a few straggling ducks were still out and about, and the smell of smoke from someone’s wood fire hung in the chilly air. It was a darn near perfect time to be out.
They loved watching the ducks and walking around in the sand. (For the record – their coats were in the car, and I tried to make them put them on, but no luck. ) They even found two little shells by the water’s edge.
Not that they need anymore shells. My parents have a shellfish addiction (clams, oysters, mussels) and there is an impressive mound of shells out near the garden where they toss them after meals. My kids think it’s the most incredible thing in the world, and they came home the other night with a bag full of them each. My house runneth over with shells.
But back to the spring prep. I’ve dug out some Heather Bailey fabric I’ve had for awhile that I think is perfect for this time of year.
I am obsessed with this fabric! So far it has become a carrying case for my knitting needles, but I think it is going to turn into many other things as well. A new apron, some placemats, pillows, maybe a quilt………..
I’m so with you on this! It’s one of the reasons I love trail running so much … being out in nature and appreciating all the changes around you. Last night on our run we stopped for a few minutes at an overlook high above the creek to watch the sun setting over the hills. And a few minutes later, I ran by the first blooming Mountain Laurel I’ve seen this year. They’re so beautiful and they smell like grape bubble gum. 🙂 Nothing makes me feel more at peace with the world.