Thirty-one days ’till Spring, and plenty to think about.
I have a Spring dream. Each night for the past two, actually. We’re right here at home, inside. There’s a sense of Spring rushing in, as if the Spring changeover and greening were going to take a mere two hours. I worry about a (fictional) large patch of ferns. They’re peeking up through the mossy ground. In the dream, I’ve been adding little buildings – the shed, the chicken run – and I worry about the ferns having enough aesthetic space … enough room to really look great. In the dream, I also fret a bit about the lupins coming up. It’s a Design Dream, I suppose.
I’ve been thinking. Thirty-one days to Spring, and the job market is still pretty iffy. I have work for Summer, but nothing now, and we’re hardly ahead of the financial game. So, I’m thinking, “We’re certainly not building a house and taking on a loan now.” And really, the RV doesn’t bother us a bit.
So maybe, in lieu of building, I could take this Summer to really make the place look beautiful. Plant a tree screen. Add more perennials. Line the driveway with the 12×12 beams I saved. Use the vintage logs to build a nice pole barn for the chickybabes. Heck, I could even upgrade a few things in the RV. Really make the place look gorgeous. I really think it’s just about the most awesome thing I’ve ever heard – Take the pressure off, and have a total Sylvan Summer.
They’re really just impressions of what I like. I like to say, “Not exactly this, but this sort of thing. This feeling.” Pics today are from the “dream book.”
I know I have a habit of trying to turn bads into goods. The Book of Life has served up plenty lately. But I’m really pretty sold on this particular chapter.