Yesterday afternoon, we went to a local park to take advantage of the lovely kite-flying weather and test out our daughter's new Tinkerbell kite. When it's in flight, it really looks like Tink herself is zipping through the sky. I couldn't pass it up for only $12 at Costco. It was still very cold out there, with the sun dipping low and the swift breeze, but the days are much warmer now, and we are anxious for the real Spring fun to begin.
My first Spring pleasure is the colors. Green comes back in patches, then waves. The buds are all forming on the trees and shrubs. There are leaves of bulbs emerging and standing tall, just waiting for the right time to send up the Tulips, Hyacinth and Narcissus. The red shoots of new Peony growth are pushing up from the bark in my garden and tease my vases for the bounty of blooms to come. The blue in the sky is so soothing and hopeful. We had such a dark and cloudy winter, without much white to sparkle. It was truly GRAY. I hang on the pinks, yellows and purples to come. I watch the buds on my Maples swell with each warming day, and think of the emerald stain-glass silhouettes they will soon lay across my hearth windows. I love my Maples. They even find themselves in my dreams quite often.
My second Spring pleasure is the renewing that is so instinctive for us all. Whether it's finally putting into play those New Year's resolutions, or emerging from the shell of our winter clothing layers, we are all cocooned in some way. Now is the time for breaking out and spreading wings, for making good on our hopes for the year. I have rooms to paint, rooms to re-wall and then paint, a neglected garden to salvage, an Etsy site to launch, and two bottles of deep purple hair dye, all calling my name in whispers, songs, nags and bellowing screams. Spring is always the fresh start and the second chance. Or 27th chance. But really... Who's counting?
My last Spring pleasure is the crafting. I get to sew new curtains, happy skirts and even re-work old linens. I make things for my home and for my business. My mother's birthday treat is folded in pieces waiting to be stitched together. Yes, yes. I know most crafters craft all year round, but I get my maker-bug in the Spring and Fall. I have a sunroof in my craft room. And it's cold up there in the Winter and too hot in the Summer. So when the Spring rolls in with it's warmer days and sunny glow, there is no place I would rather be creative than in my craft room. Plus, I love taking embroidery to the park while Simone gets to play. It's been far too long since we've done that.