Daylight savings time came in on little cat feet. Fortunately, it seems to have brought with it warmer weather so I’m trying to let go of my yearly resentment of having an hour of time ripped out of my hands and appreciate the mild temperatures. Monday the temp hit 65 with bountiful sunshine. I opened up the windows and let fresh air blow through the love nest. The sun streaming through exposes the winter grime on the outside of our windows. I don’t have a ladder that allows me to reach our tenth floor, nor would I be able to climb said ladder even if I had one thanks to my issue with heights, but Mr. Smith and I did figure out that our windows can tilt in. Commence the spring cleaning!
The official first day of spring isn’t until March 19, but that doesn’t stop me from scouring the fresh flower selection at the market for peonies. No peonies yet, so I’ll make do with these lovely tulips.
I updated my cloche for early spring, taking it in a whimsical direction in case we have a visit from our youngest granddaughter, Eleanor. The cloche always catches her attention so when I saw this charming little chick, I was pretty sure she would approve.
Mr. Smith and I managed a hike this past Sunday in the Endless Mountains, a touch of spring cleaning for our minds and spirits. We had the trail to ourselves and I’m happy to report there were no bear sightings.
It is early March and I know the current mild temps are a tease. In the past, Wilkes Barre has had a major snowstorm as late as April. But I choose to savor the first harbingers of spring. Buds on the trees and bulbs pushing their way up through the ground warm my heart and put a spring in my step.
Do you celebrate the coming of warm days? Do you decorate with spring blossoms or dive into that old ritual of spring cleaning? Do you enjoy the change of seasons? When I head out later today for the gym, I will pause and close my eyes for a moment and listen for sounds of the first robins. Then I’ll open my eyes and look up at our apartment and admire my sparkling clean windows.
C’est la vie.