cff March 2014 | Simple and Serene Living

Saturday, March 29, 2014

randomness


Yesterday as I was puttering around the house, trying to breathe through all this stuffiness I happened to look outside. I mean really look outside. Yes, I had looked out several times earlier, but apparently I wasn't paying attention, because after the rain cleared out we were left with a carpet of green punctuated by little white flowers. Overnight, the stark brown winter lawns had been replaced by beautiful green springy ones. How could I have missed it.



It was just the nudging I needed to race (okay race might be stretching it) around the house throwing open doors and windows. Ahh!!! spring air. 

OUCH!!! Seriously?? did I already get a bug bite? Is that anyway to start off this season of bliss? That unwanted intruder was quickly dispensed with (okay I had to chase it around like crazy woman for awhile) back into his outside world.

I really couldn't breathe after all of that pseudo exercise so I decided to weed through my photos. (That would be the reason that these photos don't actually have anything to do with what I am saying) I thought it was probably a good idea to let you know that, because you were probably thinking I had been drinking too much cough syrup. 



Oh wait, that one actually has open windows. How terribly clever of me. (total fluke)

Isn't it amazing how some green grass and a warm day can lift your spirits. Promising you that there are better things ahead. That soon you will be digging in the warm earth and smelling freshly cut grass. That flowers from your garden will be decorating your table. That sandals and shorts will replace heavy coats and boots. That the cycle of life continues on.



I hope wherever you are that spring is starting to show up at your house, too. 


 

Friday, March 28, 2014

musings

A heavy spring rain is washing my window panes this morning. I love its sound as I drink my morning cup of tea. 

I sit and think about the days ahead. Days that will bring more spring rains, but also days that are warmer. 


Days to get out and explore country roads again. To go to places where I may have never been.


To smell the sweet aromas of spring and to know that what has been a world lacking in color is bursting forth again. 


Oh, the promises are there. I can feel them working there way into my soul, giving me renewed energy. 



 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

lazy day

I started out very gung ho early this morning. Got up cleaned the kitchen, cleaned out the refrigerator, made my green juice and fixed a lovely breakfast. 

After that I don't know what happened. I think the busy last couple of weeks caught up with me. I went back to bed and slept two hours. I never do that, but I guess I must have needed it. 

When I woke I could hear the sound of freezing rain hitting my windows. What a change from yesterday. It was 64 degrees and I took a walk to enjoy the warm day. Winter just doesn't seem to want to let go of its icy grip just yet. 

But yesterday there was this.


Oh little purple crocus how you made my heart sing. What joy there was to see your beautiful face.


As I returned home I saw that the tulips were three inches out of the ground. 


So, Old Man Winter, you can have your last bit of fun, because you won't last long. Tuesday the temperature will climb back up to 60 degrees and I will be on the hunt for some daffodils.

Spring officially arrives in four days and I cannot wait to shut the door on winter.

I hope you are seeing some signs of spring, too. 



 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

sproing

I woke up feeling a little dizzy this morning. That always happens when I spring forward in the night.


My grandmother's old mantle clock stopped ticking awhile ago, but phones, computers, and cable TV boxes magically spring forward on their own. It keeps me from forgetting that I am suddenly an hour older. 

That's okay, because I will get that hour back next fall.

In the meantime, spring will officially arrive in 11 days, and that has me thinking all kinds of springy, sproingy things. 


It will stay lighter later. Flowers will start to bloom. Spring cleaning and the airing out of the house will commence. Hats, boots, gloves, and big old coats will get put back in the closet. Cropped pants and sandals will appear. 


I am ready for it all. 

SPROING!!!




 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

getting in the groove

Sometimes I feel like life is all about getting in the groove. Figuring things out. Finding your place. Hitting your stride.


Although Phil Collins was talking about music, I feel like this applies to anything in life. 

Whenever I have moved to a new place, started a new job, gone back to school, or begun a new endeavor, I feel like it has taken me a while to find my place. 


I am not one of those people who magically fits into a new situation, who knows exactly what to do, who to talk to, where to get the best information, or how to find my way.

I have to feel my way, bang it out, find my groove. 

That is what happened when I started selling on Etsy. It is how I have been finding my voice on this blog. It is what I am doing now with my new booth. 


I am finding my place. Learning what to sell and how to price it. It takes time, but I am patient. 

It's all about getting in the groove.

How do you go about getting in the groove? Does it take you time, too?


 

Monday, March 3, 2014

it's my plan.....

and I'm sticking to it.

The city, county, and state may have their emergency preparedness plans, but I have my own.


They say stay in your homes.The roads are bad because the state is running out of salt. If you have to travel make sure you have blankets, flashlights, water, etc. 


While all of these things are important, I have initiated my own emergency preparedness plan. 

My window shades are closed, my ceiling fan is whirring overhead, and I'm sipping a cold drink in my cropped pants and sandals. I will emerge in approx. three days.


So, let Old Man Winter do his thing. He can howl and blow. He can toss down freezing rain and snow. It won't bother me, because it's spring in my house.

And if you don't believe me I have the tulips growing to prove it.