Spring is sprung! And despite my best efforts to adopt a more positive approach to this life of mine, I must confess, this Winter has been a bit of a hard slog. The weather has been wet and miserable, with very little of the Christmas-card-perfect crisp and beautiful white winter we long for every year. It's been a winter of stressful happenings, and rushing from one place to another with little chance to recover, of bugs and colds and migraines, and the discomfort that is inevitable when you live with no source of heating.
And yet happily, with news of heatwaves, and snowdrops, and hints of blossom in the trees, Winter has already begun to feel like a distant memory, behind us, and well on the way to being forgotten. Spring is, with a somewhat literal poetry, a time of new beginnings. A time to dust the cobwebs from your brain, as well as the furniture around your house. A time to think about new life, and hope, and the warmth of the sun against your skin (it really is rather incredible how even the thought of sunshine can lift the spirits).
So it's time to shrug off my winter doldrums, forget about my worries, and just get on with it. I've got so many plans for my little shop, plus I'll be back soon to the job I adore. The house is on it's way to being finished, and then we get to play with the garden, which is going to be so much fun. Little things urge me on.
We moved the boy into his first bed - an actual bed! It dates from probably the 1920's/30's and we found it in France. The high sides are a godsend, because despite the fact he could easily climb over them, we don't have to worry about him falling out. Plus, I think the sides are cot-like enough that it hasn't yet occurred to him to try and get out (yet. YET.)
Every time I look at his bed I marvel at how quickly the time is slipping by. How is he old enough to sleep in a bed? How is he almost two? How are we thinking about spring already, wasn't it JUST Christmas?
Are you looking forward to the change in the seasons?