I’m in my fiercely picturesque little house in the mountains, not so much snowed in as iced in. When others can comment smugly on being under a foot or two of snow, I have to tag along behind saying, "I know it looks like only a little snow. But it’s ice. Solid, serious ice!" I punctuate.
Which brings us to Spring Cleaning .The vernal equinox is March 21 and charging down upon us at a great rate, even if some few of us Wenches are doing the blizzard thing.
My daffodils all up and down the woods were getting to be a big, sassy, yellow crop. They are now all frozen except for about a dozen I’ve got inside. I ran up and down the hill in freezing winds to save them. This morning I stopped by the pots of fuchsia in the kitchen and told them they should be durned glad I didn’t decide to put them out on the back porch last week when everything was all warm and enticing out there.
But I digress. Spring Cleaning.
For me this is moving al the furniture and sweeping underneath. It’s slapping a dab of paint on the door jambs where my cat sharpens her claws in the wood.(Twenty-two million trees outside and she comes inside to sharpen her claws.) And I’m metaphorically mudwrestling with all the computer problems I’ve been living with so patiently.
Spring cleaning? What is this called spring cleaning? Every so often I get it in my head to paint a room or move the furniture and cleaning happens, but that’s seldom in spring. In spring, I’m outside in the garden. So maybe spring cleaning is hauling out dead leaves, spreading weed emergent killer, and planting pretties? Although this spring, after a rainy winter, we hired a window cleaner. All the glass in the house is now sparkly. But note, I didn’t do it!
We go to Anne. She’s nice and warm and I am all envious.
Even though it's autumn in Australia (we don't say "fall" -- it's always "autumn") I'm approaching a kind of spring cleaning in that I'm
preparing (in between bouts of writing) to pack up my house and move out, in order for it to be renovated. Years of precious clutter are going to have to go. I'm a pack-rat, and even though I've battled this tendency for ages, teaming up from time to time with Flylady, and Marie Konda, and Feng Shui and think I've done pretty well, as I look around me, I have to confess I've only scraped the surface.
Still, there is a book to be written and a deadline creeping towards me, so that's my priority for now. If I can't manage to write AND declutter and pack up the house, I'll have to pay someone to stuff it all in boxes and store it, and I'll sort it out the other way. Like that old TV show -- Your Life On The Lawn, where they'd empty a family's household goods and furniture -- everything! --- into the back yard, and then they'd only take back inside the things they really wanted.
Still, I'd rather do it all myself before I have to move. I don't have a date yet, so there is still a possibility I can finish a book AND pack up a house. Do you believe in fairies? No, me neither.
I am not one of that breed. I like to maintain a general orderliness, but to be honest, if I can't see dust and murky accumulations, they don't bother me. I'm on the short side, so I am blithely unconcerned about the tops of bookcases and the dusty moldings. My house is large, and many strange and curious things can migrate into hidden places. On the whole, I believe in letting them rest in peace.
Spring is often a time for general medical and dental appointments for me and the cats. It's also a time to get the deck pressure washed and to think about what flowers to plant in the boxes out there.
I notice flowers a great deal more than dust. <G>
What about you? Are you planning an overhaul of the house, or your body, or your computer right about now as the seasons change?