I love spring. Actually, I'm pretty sure I love all seasons. Except winter. Not so much a fan of winter. Love the snow, and how pretty it looks. But my favourite activity in winter is staying inside. The previous year we were in the middle of building our house and so we had to be outside. Ironically the year we had to be outside was the coldest Manitoba winter in 70 years. There were several tear-filled episodes of bundling up to run wires through an uninsulated house.

But now it's spring! Our grass is slowly turning green. I was appalled (yes. appalled.) to see our grass was the brownest on the block, until my hubby pointed out that we laid our sod last year. Everyone else's grass has ancestry roots buried deep within the ground. Ours had little baby roots. So I've been watering the brown out of my grass.

Before people warn me about water shortages, I would like to quickly add, that we have a well. We pull water from that well, apply it to our grass, which then soaks up the water and returns it to the ground. At which time our well welcomes it back with open arms. I'll also point out that when I brush my teeth, I do not leave the tap on.

Projects. Am I the only one who just sees projects when the snow melts and the leaves stop being inappropriate and put their clothes back on? I don't know how to turn that part of my brain off. Must. Always. Have. Something. On. The. Go.

Hubby and I have a long list of projects this summer. He's almost finished building his shed (then our garage can have some breathing room as storage), next we need ("need") to finish the deck. After that, our daughter wants to have a "lounge". She wanted it to be called "The Lounge". Basically, a playhouse for teens. We have an old shed on our property that looks like it should have been sent to shed heaven years ago that she wants to renovate. It's small, but she just wants a place to hang out in summer. I'm hoping for a fire pit as the kids want to have their friends over for fires in the summer. What gets me is for the past 4 years I've been harassing the kids to have their friends over for fires. We had a lovely fire pit area complete with concrete pads. And then we moved. And now we don't have a fire pit. And now they want fires.

Kids.

Hubby wants to pour a driveway. I want raised garden beds. I'd like bushes in our barren front yard. Hubby wants a hot tub.

Are we the only ones who just keep making plans?

Is it the fresh sprouts that give birth to so many wishful dreams? Is it the warm weather that sparks the yearning to do something new, fresh and get our hands dirty? I don't know what it is. I can't be the only one though.


So besides my hopes and dreams piling up in a corner completely unusable (but nonetheless delightful), nothing has really happened since October worth mentioning. Life has been decently quiet. We have plugged away at a few projects. We have also watched a ridiculous amount of tv. Never watched as much tv as I have in the past 6 months. It did feel good to do a lot of nothing after so many years of business and building projects.

Maybe it's the TV that is making me squirrely.

Well as much as I love planning projects (I love the planning more than the doing) at the end of the day, my favourite parts of spring are still the extra sun, the green sprouts, the signs of life, and the birds in the morning.

Sipping coffees with friends on the deck. Having a couple drinks at a BBQ. Running the dogs at the park.

I feel like I'm going to break out into a Sound of Music moment.


When the dog bites...when the bee stings...when I'm feeling sad...



Personality tests. Church and new friends. These are things that are new! Maybe next time blog. Next time. (and now all I hear is Dr. Claw in my head).