Last Monday an ice storm, today a summer like day.
How lovely to air out the apartment after such a long and brutal winter. As I sweep away the remnants of winter, Sam, my white cat, assists by rolling next to my broom until we are both coloured grey. It is all good.
As stale air is replaced by fresh air, I rearrange furniture, wash plants and ornaments and feel that heaviness lift. Sam zooms around the rooms and helps to do the spring cleaning and rearranging in his own way.
My oxalis is up and straining for sun. Three maples trees have survived the drab winter months. All my indoor plants are perking up. The violets are blooming.
I sit outside for awhile and watch the world around me renew itself. A cardinal is singing his heart out, a bright orange red splash against a blue sky. A woodpecker flits from tree to tree waking up the insects. A seagull circles high above me, his white wings catching the sun. A brown rabbit is checking out everyone’s flower beds for emerging shoots. The trees are ready to burst into leaf. It is a grand day on the edge of spring. A good day to spring clean my mind!
Today, I refuse to look at the news. I don’t care about idiot politics or gossip or any bad thing predicted or happening or otherwise. I don’t care about work and all that drudgery, boredom, problems, or money, whatever. Today is a day of celebration, of joy!
I’ll get back to finishing the spring cleaning eventually. There is always tomorrow, or later, or never.