This time of year, once the temperatures begin to warm, I get antsy to be outdoors. The only problem is the outdoors at my house is looking rather nasty.
There are dormant — most likely dead — patches of grass. Moles are tearing up other areas. Gravel that was once in my drive is now in my yard from plowing the snow. Tree limbs are dangling. After recent strong winds, we have shingles laying around on the ground that used to be on the roof and we lost several panels of privacy fence. And the winter has not been kind to the painted trim around our windows.
Note to self: Call Josh about that gravel situation since he did it.
I’m ready to mow the lawn, plant some flowers, get the garden pond and waterfalls cleaned and flowing and drag the patio furniture out from winter storage.
I also have plans for the front porch. It needs leveled and some serious TLC.
Note to self: Be really nice to Mick ... he’s not going to like that one.
I want to throw open some windows and air out the house.
I’m just ready to start enjoying the outdoors on a regular basis, even if it’s from indoors.
Yesterday when I was heading home from work I had the window on my car down as I ventured through the country and was able to take in the aroma of freshly turned dirt as I went by a farmer in the field.
Once home, after letting ‘the girls’ outside to play, I opened a few windows. As I sat at the kitchen table going through the mail, I could literally feel my mind and body relaxing as I listened to a black-capped chickadee singing — a sound that never fails to stop me in my tracks when I hear its soothing melody.
Note to self: If nothing else, at least get the porch swing out of the shed and hang it back up today.
You might think there would be some sort of solace in knowing most everyone is anxiously awaiting spring — misery loves company and all. But it doesn’t help. We all just want the weather to be true to the calendar.
Every nice day we get between the ones that make us cringe (like last weekend and the snow), we try to squeeze in every opportunity to get outside and enjoy.
Note to self: I think we’ll grill something tonight.
I’m willing to put up with the April showers, in fact if it’s at least 60 degrees, I quite enjoy an occasional rain. We can usually either sit on the front porch or the back deck (since it’s covered) and watch it rain. Yeah, that’s something we like to do. But snow showers? Over it!
From the forecast, it looks as though this coming weekend may be winter’s last hurrah ... fingers crossed. I know the difficulty in predicting the weather, beyond what it’s doing outside right now, but I’m choosing to hold on to the promise spring will eventually be a real thing.
I guess it’s not like I really have a choice.
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