Spring Cleaning

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Late Spring is my favorite time of year. As the snow recedes, the street once again bursts with life. Mothers pushing new born babies in strollers, children riding their bikes, neighbors standing on door steps nodding to all those passing by and young bulbs peaking above the flower beds adding color to the vibrant scene.

“Hi, Len. See you’ve survived another Winter”.

” Yes, I have, Joe. I see you looking as fit as ever”.

It’s so nice to be outside talking to neighbors once again.

Time to clear the Autumn leaves from the flower beds, wash the accumulated winter slush from the garage, sweep the porch and deck, carry St. Francis holding a deer from the garage and place him in the garden and hustle the mice and chipmunks from the inside of the bar-b-que.

” After you’ve finished cleaning the bar-b-que, do you think you can start on the windows. It would be so nice to be able to see out of them again without looking at the dirt and smudges”.

“Yes, dear. What ever you say”.

I reach into the basement storage room and extract the patio table and chairs. I carry the pagoda and Buddha statues to place on the rocks at the edge of the garden. I empty and clean the water feature of Winters residue and rescue the pump from the bucket of water it has resided in since the Fall to place it on its anointed spot. I plug it in and keep my fingers crossed till the water starts flowing along its appointed route.

It’s May 11, 2021 and here in Ontario, Canada the weather is forecast to be at least 17-20 degrees centigrade for the next two weeks. Oh happy days indeed. March winds and April showers bring May flowers……..as Emily Dickinson so aptly described ……. I’m pouring myself a beer…….cheers.

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears

Emily Dickinson

Published by imnobodywhoareyou

I'm a husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, mild cultural Catholic, mild Conservative, like to explore ideas. Let's journey together and discover new horizons.

2 thoughts on “Spring Cleaning

  1. I’ve never read Hemmingway but your posts have tickled my mind and I’m thinking of trying one of his books. Emily Dickinson I continually revisit. I also enjoy Edgar Allan Poe, particularly viewing and listening to the various interpretation of The Raven on YouTube. I get a big kick out of the small children patting the deer attached to St. Francis as they stroll past our front yard.


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