It was spring this weekend. Not pretend spring, where it looks warm when it isn’t, but real spring. The sun filtered through lightly clouded skies, warming things enough that I wore a t-shirt – without a coat – and Tony wore shorts and flip-flops. The abrupt improvement in seasonal progression really pushed an internal button; I was full of boundless energy this weekend, utterly joyous…and productive. Perhaps overly so.
On Friday, I raked what felt like two acres of yard (it was probably more like a quarter of an acre), clearing winter’s wreckage. I was frequently reminded of Carol, feeling like I would never get all the pine cones…and needles, and sticks. After six piles, I decided that I had collected enough, and the lawnmower could handle the rest.
Saturday morning, I tackled some exterior painting that had been my albatross since fall, and then we ventured into Traverse City to pick up more paint. Our kitchen is now a very pale green, and my neck and back hurt because it was 97.8% cutting-in…much of it over cabinetry. I’m happy though, and I bet I sleep well tonight.
And today we had friends over for a barbecue (ribs, asparagus and lemon lavender cake…I’ve already had seconds that I didn’t strictly need). We spent most of the evening out on the patio, admiring the weather and the spiritual renewal it brings. I’m not counting on the rest of spring being snow-free, but it’s hard not to hope with a weekend like this 🙂
How was your weekend? Sunny? Productive? Pleasantly unproductive? Hopefully great!
New additions to the yard – the daffodil just bloomed today 🙂
View from the patio tonight