Spring Fever

The sun has been out, a warm wind from the south has been blowing and the snow is melting rapidly. Everywhere you look are decaying mounds of snow, no longer lovely but dark, dirty and trashy looking. Garbage that was decently interred under drifts is now being resurrected and needing a thorough burial at the dump or immolation on the burning pile.

Because the sun is rising earlier now, it gets me out of bed at an early hour too -- frequently before 6 am. And now that the days are longer and warmer, I am feeling the itch to CLEAN!

So, the next few weeks, before Marc returns home from his work stint in Calgary, will be devoted to deep spring cleaning all the rooms in the house as well as painting and decorating the bathroom, the girls' bedroom and the mudroom. I feel the blood surging through my veins in anticipation of the soul-cleansing feeling of a thoroughly clean house.