Spring has sprung!
The gray days are almost behind us. Cheers for new light and life!
Just wanted to exult in y’all’s direction about ALL THE LIGHT! that is flooding into our bedroom through the French doors onto the back yard. Sunlight shines through those cheap-but-effective filmy silk-like curtains and makes them shimmer, then pools on the floor magnificently. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed that lovely southeastern light till if reappeared.
When we bought this house, that back bedroom wall was solid, with the owner’s bed backed up to it. We couldn’t understand why the builder had blocked a view of the back yard and trees — though we came to find out when we installed those three French doors and were left with very little wall space. Now, though, with the room rearranged we still have a wall for the bed, a mirrored wall for my daddy’s antique mahogany highboy, and Robert’s manly, huge TV slanted in the far corner. It all works out — and meantime we’ve enjoyed those French doors for 20 years.
We have been watching the sleeping yard, waiting for spring. Now the tulips Robert planted just before our record 12-inches-in-24-hours snowstorm have all emerged. There’s something about red that loves to assert itself. We also have white, purple, and peach.
I thought I’d want to cut them. In fact, I never understood people who had flowers growing and didn’t put some in vases, but now I do. Whether from the bedroom or our tacked-on garden room, we can look out and see those lovelies gently waving in the spring breeze. I can jolly well buy cut tulips at Kroger, probably better ones — but these are ours.
Doesn’t take much to thrill me. I think that is the secret to a happy life. Notice and celebrate the good small stuff and disregard the crummy small stuff. And bear in mind that the seasons cycle and sunshine is always on its way — outside the house and inside yourself. At least, that’s what I wish for you.
Cheers!
Roz
