Every year spring rolls around and every year I look to it with a bit of skepticism. Oh – it lures me in and makes me start all kinds of crazy projects and I resolve to exercise more, eat healthy foods, cut back on sugar, plant a beautiful garden, write in my journal, organise my work shop… I mean… you get the picture. And by July it’s all gone to rats.
This year I looked at spring again and I said — “oh no… you’re not going to do that to me. I’m not going to delude myself into thinking that this is a new beginning.”
Yet. Here I am.
I’ve been throwing out or recycling bags of papers, books, old clothing, shoes, Christmas cards from 2015 and 16, old flower pots, and unwanted furniture. I’ve got a list of projects to be done in the house and garden and it all depends on my ability to cull the clutter in our house.
Oh — and did I mention that I joined the gym, enrolled in a metal smithing workshop AND — another dance class? It all happens this week.
P.S. — AP and I have been rambling around the Surrey countryside, visiting villages and having cream teas. The days have been sunny and the apple trees are flowering. It’s so pretty here.
P.P.S. — Don’t hate me. It will all go to rats by July.