Thursday, March 12, 2015

Feeling Energized by Signs of Approaching Spring~

Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”

It started Sunday afternoon. After months of gloom and winter darkness, the sun finally announced its presence and filled my rooms with light and warmth. At that point I noticed that my dereliction of duty in eradicating dust-bunnies was glaring. Yes, cat fur had coagulated in corners, around furniture legs, and behind stationary objects. Yikes!

So, like any Type A personality with OCD I was filled with the need to clear my environment of the visible offending particles post-haste. So I cleaned the vacuum that had become stifled with Honey Nut Cheerios thanks to an unfortunate incident with an unsealed box (really, I had no idea just how toxic Honey Nut Cheerios could be to a Shark ) and set to work with my hand-held vacuum hose followed by vigorous dusting with lemon oil, a Swiffer, and microfiber.  I didn’t stop until it was time for the re-run of the Downton Abbey season finale (there was way too much to absorb the first time around).

While I didn’t create the pristine environment that I’d hoped, I made progress. But even better, I felt the energy of the sun and celebrated the knowledge that spring is just around the corner. My time is approaching! I’m a Summer girl who revels in warmth, heat, humidity, the smell of flowers and mulch and green, the feel of perspiration on a cold glass of ice tea, bare feet or sandals, the pleasures of gardening and landscaping, the joy of sipping wine on the porch at the end of a work day, the thought of planting tomatoes and basil, filling the hanging baskets on the front porch, of open windows and soft rains.

Yes, my energy level increased exponentially last Sunday and I’m filled the with optimism that I always feel when I start seeing the beginning of the life cycle of nature, the beginnings of something new and fresh and abundant. Maybe that is why, despite my hankering to live in an endless summer, I can be content staying where we are. The seasons mimic life. And perhaps the portent of spring gives me that lift and sense of renewed optimism I wouldn’t have if I lived in the Garden of Eden every day.

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