When we think about Spring, it’s usually Mother Nature that comes to mind – warm, fuzzy thoughts about nesting swallows and rhododendrons in bud.  But, if I didn’t go outside or even look through the windows, I would know that it isn’t winter any more.

For one thing, the light bulbs are lasting longer.  For another, the heat pump doesn’t kick in as often.  It’s lighter and warmer at both ends of the day which should signify a lower electricity bill for a few months.  (We can but hope.) Of course, we’ll probably more than use up any savings on fertilizer and lime and topsoil and other garden needs…

Another thing that happens in Spring has to do with those sunbeams that come slanting through our windows from early morning to late evening.  Suddenly, every speck of dust and every corner cobweb in the house is revealed.  No wonder it’s the time for traditional ‘Spring Cleaning.’  It’s the time of year that you really see the detritus of winter.

Even I, a self-proclaimed Housework-Shirker-of-the-First-Order, feel an overwhelming temptation to busy myself with mop and pail.  Fortunately, with our less-than-dependable weather, I am compelled to go outside and work in the garden on those sunny days.  When it is overcast and rainy and I could be rolling up my sleeves to stay indoors and have at it, the sunbeams are gone and I see no dust at all.  Problem solved.

Meanwhile, things are stirring in the garden.  The swallows are busy refurbishing their nest outside our kitchen window and the irritating mole people are back to making a mess of the croquet court.  The Jean Maries are just about to blaze forth and Ruth’s cheerful yellow primrose is thriving among the hyacinths.

I love Spring,.. especially in Oysterville!