Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Spring is the selfish season...
Spring is the child of the year. So much new growth, so many new things to deal with. We become childlike ourselves, in that we become disinterested in anything but what affects ourselves. I find myself turning my back on all kinds of things that may require any more of me; any more attention, any more work, any more effort. I have too many things calling my name as it is... my garden, spring cleaning, the tapestry on the loom and special 'festivals' that the gallery wants special subjects painted for.
Enough is sometimes just enough. Time is needed to sit on the porch and sip some sun tea. Time to play with the pets. Time to read a good book or flip idly through a pretty magazine. Time to notice and enjoy the fleeting scent of my lilacs.
I will be taking some of that time, as springtime, like childhood, is short and sweet. You may not hear from me for awhile.... just know that I am enjoying some porch time..... Or (which is more likely) I'm weeding the garden, painting the bathroom, weaving or painting in the studio, or spring cleaning.