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Spring rolls and resolutions
I think I’ve just made Spring Resolutions. Imagine that! Spring Resolutions. Unlike the New Year’s Resolutions I never really make out loud or even believe I’d keep if I did make them. Spring Resolutions seem to have more promise. At least to me there’s more promise. I’m more likely to resolve to clean up the side garden and continue to “wild” the back forty than I am likely to lose 20 pounds and stop swearing. I’m not sure what that says about me but it’s the truth. So, Spring Resolutions are being made as I sit here surrounded by leftover chocolate for breakfast holiday treats, a.k.a. Easter goodies. I am, most definitely going to be moving the behemoth of a raised garden box to a sunnier spot in the yard. It won’t be a pretty sight—the move—but it’s got to happen! And, once again, I’m looking forward to the weekend when all of the garden centres are open for people, like me, hoping to fulfill the promise to do all of those spring things.
Spring cleaning is also on the list of Spring Resolutions. I actually like the idea of sprucin’ up the joint. The front hall has had a big tidy up and a wee lick of paint already. The “big bathroom” is on the list of rooms about to get cleaned from top to bottom and a colour “redo”. Painting a room used to be a team sport for us. It was something LOML and I actually enjoyed doing. We’d start by thumbing through the colour sample booklets. Then LOML would pick a colour he liked and I’d buy the colour I liked. Then we’d get out the step ladders, tape off the parts that didn’t need painting, select the brushes and rollers, set to the task, meet in the middle of the room and call it a “job welldone”. Now that we’ve decided to re-paint the big bathroom, I’m not sure if a certain someone wants to be a part of the task. And, it’s not about my choice of colour over his choice of colour. The last time the big bathroom was painted, we were a whole lot younger and much more agile. As much as I don’t want to admit it, we just aren’t sixty-somethings anymore. We take up a bit more space than we used to in the good old days and we have “issues”. To get this job done there will be a whole lot of strategy and advanced planning involved. Choosing a colour will be the least of our concerns. I’ve already picked the colour, by the way.
Spring Resolutions! They’re so much more exciting than New Year’s Resolutions. When the New Year arrives I try not to be like everyone else making resolutions about me becoming a better, fitter (please ready “slimmer”) version of myself with a whole lot of work on being empathetic and showing more kindness. But I sorta, kinda do and we all know by the time Valentine’s Day rears its chocolatey face my resolve is in a heart shaped box of deliciousness. The thing is, it never occurred to me, I was making actual resolutions when winter turned to spring. I had no idea I was resolving to do, or be anything. Like just about everyone else, I was all about those pesky household chores. Airing the rooms, shaking the scatter mats, dusting the baseboards, rearranging the spice cupboard, putting the snow shovels away, gathering all of the mittens and scarves to be stored someplace forgettable and defrosting the big freezer. But, now that all of the seed catalogues are out and indoor paint is on sale and our garden areas (wild and planned) look like they need attention. I’m liking the idea of switching from dullness of Spring Cleaning to the excitement of Spring Resolutions.
So, forthwith I shall refer to my after-winter activities and promises as Spring Resolutions! Bring on the bags of grass seed, hook-up the rain barrels and order dozens of envelopes of wild flower seeds. Get that great big planter into the sunshine where it belongs and fill it with herbs. Paint the porch floor like I promised I would do last Spring. Order the gravel to surround the fire bowl. Wash those curtains, paint that bathroom and make sure all of my flip-flops have a mate. Put the chairs on the porch next to the little table that will hold the glass of wine/cup of coffee which is where you’ll find me most of the time because you and I know I’m not a resolutions kinda gal.
I’m on a roll now. A Spring Roll. Spring rolls go with white wine, right, on the side porch?
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