It turns out that even though I was quite busy this weekend, two days was simply not enough. So, I’m playng hooky from work today to keep chipping away at the chores at home. The chores are innumerable. Our house was built in 1924, and has not always had the most caring of homeowners, so it has some, uh “issues,” shall we say. Then there’s my car, which is also an antique, though slightly more recent than 1924. The poor thing hadn’t had the interior cleaned in months and months, and contained a nice collection of leaves, dog hair, and dirt. (And, it turned out, a large bag of change that we had stashed underneath the driver’s seat at some point around Christmas!)
All along the East Coast, we enjoyed pleasant, warm weather this weekend. Of course, “warm” is a relative term, and I’m sure Massachusetts was not as “warm” as Georgia, but we’ll all take what we can get at this point, I’m sure. Unnamed Partner and I spend most of Saturday clearing out leaves from flower beds and from the front steps and porch. And yes, the Halloween pumpkin bade its final farewell.
I love the changing of seasons. Each new season I always think “This is my favorite season!” But then, of course, it’s a new season before you know it. But with a new season comes a sense of renewal, a sense of re-birth. Or, put another way, a do-over.
And Spring is the ultimate do-over. Where there was a brown, drab bed in the front yard last week, we have uncovered signs of green at the base of the St John’s Wort, Lamb’s Ear, Lavender, and Phlox. The Star Magnolia we planted last year has small buds emerging. And the lawn, now with the leaves removed, shows signs of rebounding, as well. Bulbs are poking their heads up, albeit somewhat tentatively. Even the sounds are different. The morning is now full of songs from cardinals and blue jays. And much of the weekend we heard the surest sign of warm weather, known locally as the “fat boys of Harford Road.”
So I’m grabbing one more day of this, because the weather is supposed to turn chilly again and I see no reason to spend today inside when it’s slow at work right now. Rainy days are a part of the deal with this Spring do-over, of course, and I accept that. But I think it’s only fair to accept the nice weather that is given, as well. There is still much to be done outside: the pond needs to have the leaves scooped out, the back yard also has beds to be cleared out — not to mention beds along both sides of the house. The parking pad in the back is unusable because it’s full of brush, collected over the winter.
So, one more cup of coffee, and then Fritz and I will be heading outside. Because as any good dog knows, the main priority on a day off is always a long walk.