Spring is finally here! And not just on the calendars, either. Flowers are sprouting everywhere. Being greeted by buttery yellow daffodil blossoms makes it much cheerier to walk into work. Our rhododendron bush is starting to unfurl blossoms that are almost the same color as Pi’s cute pink nose. The air is starting to smell like life again, and not just rain. This weekend Mr. Eliza mowed our new yard for the first time, after we went to Sears and bought our first lawnmower. It’s one of those non-motorized numbers, which means I’ll feel comfortable using it, if I need to. Those whirring blades and motors in regular lawnmowers kind of freak me out. Too much opportunity for unintended bloodshed.
I’m really glad the weather is turning. I moved to the Pacific Northwest in large part because I love rain. There wasn’t nearly enough of it in Colorado. (Though the thunderstorms back there are spectacular, and missed.) I expected to relish the rain, and I do. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with Spring. The world opens up when the temperatures start rising, stretching its arms toward the sky and giving off a great, big, wholly refreshing yawn. Except, instead of morning breath we get this delicate floral perfume carried on gentle breezes.
This year, I strive to be more like spring. Renewed. Renewing. Open to freshness and light. The last few weeks have not been easy. As I mentioned to a friend the other day, my mantra feels like it’s been “It could have been worse.” It’s time to spring clean the negativity that’s been building up. I’m not entirely sure how to go about doing that, but I have a few ideas.
- Exercise more. Fo’ realz. And not the treadmill, or even the gym. That place depresses me. Makes me irritable. I want to get out in all that lovely awesome nature PNW supplies at every turn. Every year I say I want to do more hiking. This’ll be that year, dammit.
- Plant things. I’ve never been a green thumb, but I love watching things grow. Probably the scrap of maternal instinct I’ve got floating around. Plus, I hate paying four bucks for a bundle of rosemary, most of which I’ll just throw away. So having a little herb garden would make me happier on two counts.
- Make things, specifically clothes and jewelry. I need to create, which is a large part of why I write. But sometimes I need to have a tangible product, and that it’s something just for me. No editors, no readers, no critiques. Just a flirty skirt or a new necklace. The latter will also help salve the robbery wound, since they took nearly all of my jewelry.
- Write more. Write fun things, with crazy-ass characters and wild settings and terribly beautiful monsters and color and gorgeousness.
- Sleep more. Because I love sleep. I could use a nap right now, actually.
In conjunction with the sun and mild weather, I’m hoping these steps will help me shake off the gray that’s been clinging to my skin. Replace it with violet and lime and..gah…maybe some pink.
What are your plans for Spring cleaning, either literal or figurative?
Photo by promanex.