I haven't blogged lately because I have been enjoying the sun and Spring weather. I can't seem to take the time to sit at the computer long enough to write anything worth while. I love Spring. The smell of earth is intoxicating and reminds me of my parents planting and preparing little buds for their nursery business each Spring when I was growing up. Despite the rain that comes with Spring, there is so much promise. It always seems like when I take in a breath, my lungs fill more deeply. When I was a kid, the weather wasn't the only thing that gave cause for hope. My parent's nursery business (0r as we called it "the greenhouse business") always gave us a little more wiggle room in the family budget and the work, which my dad loved, always brought a sense of contentment to him, which made our family time so much happier. Some of my earliest, happiest memories are playing in the dirt, listening to my dad whistle while he worked, literally. That man loves to whistle and the happier he is, the more extravagant his tunes become.
The change of seasons always brings the desire to clean out in me. So I have also been in a cleaning frenzy. It feels as good to spray the grime out the garage and driveway, as it did to empty all my closets and reorganize them when the cooler weather forced me indoors last fall. Bella has recently became obsessed with water and always wants to help me with any tasks that involve it. Yesterday, while I was washing the van, both Elias and Bella came running outside in their swim suits and said they wanted to help. I kept thinking that my neighbors, who are mostly elderly, were probably looking out their windows and shaking their heads at my lack of motherly responsibility.
I hope to be consistent with updating my blog throughout the summer, but I may have to take my typing to the porch to get it done.
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