Our daughter and I went shopping on Sunday. She wanted decorations for her room. I wanted decorations for spring. The equinox is one week away. I feel like I’ve been waiting for it forever. I’ve got pages and pages in my garden journals, regular journals, and diaries dedicated to, “OMG will spring never come?”
For the mantel, my daughter and I found a nest with speckled eggs at Pier One. I saw it when we walked in, and I kept coming back to it over and over again as we browsed the store. I love it so much. I bought it. At Michaels we bought some silk cherry blossoms for the mantel vase. Two days later I went back out for pink candles and a silk chartreuse hydrangea puff. There wasn’t enough color on the spring shelf and I desperately need green in my life right now.
Our mantel looks fresh and springlike, and it makes me both giddy and restless. The same day we decorated, we awaited a snow storm. The kids wondered all day, “Will school be closed?” I wondered, “When will the weather break so I can be warm in my garden, move all my plants, and sow my seeds?”
The storm came in the night. About four inches of snow. Luckily none of the seeds I sowed early have sprouted or they’d likely have been killed. Everything is buried under white.
The kids played in the snow with friends all day (school was closed). The space heater in my office warmed my toes and my indoor seedlings. Last night we had a blazing fire underneath the hopeful mantel of spring. And here I am, writing again about how ready I am for it to be here, as more snowflakes drift down.