I was doggie-sitting last week.
I thought being away from home would help shake up my routine as winter winds down. It was great having some new routes for running. It was a treat to have an espresso machine and the company of two fluffy, cuddly, old girlies - Hope (11) & Ember (12).
The reality is that much of my daily routine works best in my own space. I appreciate my things where and how they are as everyone does.
I’m already prioritizing the coming week. What will I dip into that I have not been able to in the past many days? The weather is transforming my backyard. When the snow recedes, the mud will be intense. My hands are restless for the earth.
Late starting my seeds, I didn’t want to start and then abandon them while I was away. As it was, my amaryllis bloomed boldly while I was dog-sitting. I took a photo to capture her brief glory before I left. When I arrived home, she lay prostrate on the floor. Heavy-headed, she’d fallen over despite my efforts to lean her toward safety and anchor her pot. So that was that.
My violets and orchids pick up where my amaryllis left off, bringing joyful colour to my space.
We have now ‘sprung ahead,’ and the sun gets stronger daily. I feel the liminal space between seasons. Not yet Spring; Winter still has some bite. April will rush in as a lamb, I hope. I want to continue clearing out closets and bins to make way for the fresh energy around me.
What a great gift this space is.
Let me enjoy it for what it is now.
Let it see me through the seasonal transition.
How are you embracing this time of change?
Good morning Linda! So great to see you 2 days in a row! :) Woohoo...made my morning. :) I LOVE those "two old fluffy girlies" so sweet. Hugs to you and keep going, my friend. You're doing amazing!
Good morning Linda!
Did the weight of its beauty - its blooms - cause the amaryllis to topple? I experience a sense of loss when our orchid drops its last blossom, when the fragrant southern magnolias have finished dropping their bloom segments atop the leaf litter.
To me your returning home and clearing and organizing your living space is akin to Nature’s cycles. Not a sense of loss. Judy Collins, on Bread and Roses, sang “Everything Must Change,” noting natural cycles we can’t change and daily moments of what endures.
I wish bursting buds and many blooms to brighten your environment as Summer arrives. And the drying of mud in your yard!