There is nothing like watching winter's sweet surrender, which I have been gladly doing the last several days. The snow, that inundated us literally the day after we moved, is finally retreating in slow and muddy strides. I am eager to throw open the curtains of my living room to let in the long and warm rays of sunshine that are now lasting well into the evening. Its amazing how one simple object, like this vase full of daffodils I bought the other day that is now in full bloom, can change the whole mood of the room. Not only that, but its one of the few seasonal touches around the house that make the house feel like home.
Moving in dead winter has proven to be one of the most difficult to deal with ordeals. Our new house doesn't quite feel like a home, even three months later. So much has been left unadorned and plain. The same curtains and rugs the former owner left are still in place. Cream colored walls mock me with their drabness as they seem to close in around me. This vase of flowers is like a bright shiny beacon, pushing back the walls and reassuring me that, while I may sorely miss my Cabin in the woods, I can still make this little house a home.
It's been quite the internal struggle if you can't tell, but that seems to be changing...
One little thing at a time and it will all slowly come into focus.