The first sign of spring has emboldened me to tell winter not to get too cozy; your days are numbered. For weeks, she’s plopped her moody self outside my window and ignored my request to keep her distance. But just yesterday, as I was avoiding her contagious cough of cabin fever, I discovered snowdrops and crocuses peering up through the dried leaves of last autumn. The petaled harbingers of spring were signaling the final days of her reign and telling me to keep the faith.
The last couple weeks have been tough as witnessed in my slovenly attitude toward daily maintenance. Failure to shave is the first sign; it’s my canary in the coal mine. When my thinning head of hair becomes an uncombed fright wig, and my favorite sweater and jeans garner uniform status, I know I’m in trouble.
Stacks of seed catalogs litter any and every surface–dogeared, creased and doodled on for days. Dirty clothes have infiltrated my clean laundry, the new layer mocking me for my propensity to pile not fold. The dishwasher has become a plate and cutlery storage unit while blackberry brambles slowly tangle my garden like rhizomatic rebar. Boz and Gracie seem to be immune, paying little attention to anything other than treats and wood-stove proximity.
That is about to change. I’m ready for spring. I ready for an attitude change. I ready to get a move-on. And in honoring my escape from cerebral and physical hibernation, and in extending my hand to winter (no hard feelings), I offer up my gallery of goodbyes, a few highlights that got me through the dark days of winter.
Wrapped in parchment paper, protected by real popcorn, a surprise from-scratch German Chocolate Birthday Cake arrived in the mail from my amazingly considerate mother (Decadent, and not a crumb out of place).
Sponsored by the Vashon Chamber of Commerce, I enjoyed a tour of the island’s guest house rentals, along with a couple wedge’s of Vashon’s best pizza. (photos: La Biondo Pizza, wheelbarrows for walk-in residents, Sylvan Beach, and Point Robinson Lighthouse quarters (for rent).Ten days of fog made me appreciate our normal rain patterns.
Bathroom facelift: I suspect my wall color choice of “Mayan Gold” came to me after ten days of low light and fog. Plus, I may have been appeasing a few Mayan gods just in case their calendar was right. ;-)
What’s up for spring? I’m building a greenhouse, a large high tunnel hoop to extend my growing season. And I will surely share the progress (and no doubt a foible or two) as this will be a whole new learning curve for me. Should be educational and comical at the same time. Ah, spring is just around the corner. Can you give me an “Amen!”