Time to pack away winter and bring on a new season.
Goodbye cousin photos.
No, your subjects will never be too old for a sit on Santa’s lap. We’ll add another next year.
Goodbye door garland.
You have been a temporary shelter for a pair of small birds seeking warmth during this year’s polar vortex. The days are lengthening and the thermometer is rising. Little ones, you need to find a new place in the sunshine.
Goodbye wooden sled and pillow.
Back to the basement while I sweep the porch and promise to do a more thorough job when it warms up a bit more. And repaint the trim and front door. And wash down the tongue-in-groove. I promise.
Blackboard, I erased your snowy message yesterday, preparing for a new verse. Your “Let it Snow” sentiment was wearing thin on some in these parts. Not me, of course. But some.
On Saturday past, those 60+ degrees teased our winter weary souls and sounded a cry for relief from the icy grip that wouldn’t-you-know-it returned on Sunday when we exited church to find it snowing. Again.
While there’s still a few weeks until the Spring Equinox, I’m peeling off some layers and greeting visitors with a fresh look. Outside today. Inside tomorrow. Boy, does that feel good.
I’ll bet burlap will be involved. Just a warning.