One of my earliest memories, was of me at around 7 years old, when we lived in Povoa de Santa Iria in Portugal.
Across from the cul de sac we lived in, there was a huge field that had a bit of a hill, and we would go an sit on there at times and just look down, at the apartment buildings and the other little neighborhood that existed just below ours.
We did this quite often, and when I say we, I mean me and my brothers and some of the other neighborhood kids. But, Spring time hit different. The fields used to be littered with Poppies, beautiful deep red poppies that seemed to create a sea of red that would go on as far as the eye could see. I would sit and pick up each flower, twirl them around my fingers, smell them, inspect them in detail and always gathered a few to take home to my great grandmother, who would them sit them in a glass jar by the kitchen window, for her and my amusement.
I already had a connection and strong love for the Spring season. When everything starts coming alive, I feel as if I am re birthed too, as if I was hibernating for the Winter and now it's time to come out of my shell again, to walk in the green grass, to plant flowers and enjoy the warm weather before it becomes unbearable.
“By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw,
the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.” —
Neil Gaiman
Everything around is waking up slowly as if out of a deep slumber, and that's how I feel too. The change from the cold to the warm is not sudden or quick, I ease into it, allowing the change to arrive but not wanting to give my body and existence a shock, so to speak.
Slow spring days are a joy!
The windows are open, the breeze is coming in slightly waving the curtains back and forth. The birds are very excitedly chirping outside and the trees are filled with green buds, little shoots here and there. Some are fully grown into delicate flowers, some are still but little nubs firmly holding on to the branches.
On days like these, I like to sit on my chair in the corner of my bedroom. Whether I am reading a book, crocheting, or simply looking out the window and just admiring nature in all it's glory, that is probably my favorite place to be in Spring.
Of course, always surrounded by beautiful things. I truly in my heart, believe, that if we just add some beautiful to look at items, here and there through the house, it makes it much more enjoyable to live in. Or maybe I just love pretty things, either way.
This is my Lego Flower Bouquet that my brother in law got me for Christmas. I mentioned here on the blog a few times but always forgot to share it. How stunning are they? It is incredible to me to think that these were made from time lego pieces, and yes, it did take a bit of time and there were very small pieces to put together......but I believe that everything that is worth it takes time.
They sit on my bedroom windowsill ♥
I have been elbow deep in book boxes, organizing and categorizing. I also posted so many on Paperbackswap and got 10 book requests immediately, so I've been printing and packing and wrapping and getting ready to ship out on Saturday, when I finally make it to the post office. Which reminds me, I do have my giveaway package to go out as well, my apologies to the winner for it being so late.
Once I got those done, I opened a box from Michael's with some yarn that I had gotten on sale. It will be for my new crochet blanket, I just need to go through them, pick out the colors I will be using and get them in a project bag ready to go.
In order to get started with that one though, I have to finish my current. I really don't want to set it aside and add it to my ever growing works in progress.
I am very close to finishing, and I have found that if I take about 30 minutes to an hour each afternoon, after all my homemaking duties are taken care of, I can make quite a dent in it.
Again, I sit at my favorite spot, by the window and listen to life going about outside, and in the quietness of the house, I just let my fingers do the work. It's rhythmic, it's calming, it's a blessing.
And when my hands start hurting (thank you osteoarthritis), I set it down, and pick up a book. I have been really enjoying reading through the Brambly Hedge Spring story.
I think that if there is ever a list of must reads for Spring or any season for that matter, it has to be the complete Brambly Hedge stories. There is something so heartwarming, so homey about these sweet little critters going about their lives in these stunning tree houses. I often wish I could transport myself right in and sit with them, planning a big get together, because there IS always some big event going on that the whole forest is working on.
The illustrations are just adorable, aren't they?
Yes, I do believe I could very happily live at Brambly Hedge.
And so my friends, my spring coziness continues. Not every day is the same, I don't get to sit and read or crochet daily, but for most days I do because I make it a part of my routine. Like I've said before, I tell myself that if I get everything done that needs doing first, then I can enjoy the rest of the afternoon and do whatever I feel like, and whatever brings me joy.
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