Yesterday was the start of Spring! Cue blue skies, streaming sunshine, and warmer temperatures. The birds have known it was coming for the last two weeks. They’ve been my alarm clock at 5:30 AM with their chirping-especially the robins. Those guys have been amped about springtime. I was hoping there wouldn’t be any rain yesterday because if there is one thing I don’t like is a rainy start to spring. I prefer to have my windows open and the sunshine streaming in while the breeze makes the curtains dance.
This year I got my wish. I managed through my 2 hour training at the high school in the windowless auditorium. Walking out I was greeted with a cool breeze and puffy white clouds breaking up the bright blue skies. I ran a few errands, got a haircut, was startled as I walked out of the hair shop because someone was driving by and thought it would be cute to blow their horn and induce heart palpitations. They will be receiving payback later. As soon as I got home I opened the backdoor and the pulled up the Venetian blinds in the Dollywood room. Sunlight came pouring into my kitchen. Moving into the living room I pulled open the curtains in the book room.
The living room was cast in a golden glow that was made all the more beautiful with the hardwood floor reflecting the sunlight. This living room holds several special memories for me and now that I’ve made it my own it will continue. It’s in the back of my mind that with every little change I make I hope my grandparents are happy with the new splashes of colors on the walls or the new furniture. With this house I’ve tried to have pieces of both sets of grandparents present. Example: in the Dollywood room there are the thimbles hanging on the wall that Mam B collected for several years. In the book room is the swing that hung out at Mam and Pap G’s country home. But of course I’m bringing my personality into the house too. You see that in the way I’ve named some of the rooms. The book room. The Dollywood room. The teaching room. These are all very much representative of myself.
Grabbing a book I moved out into the book room, opened up the front door-propping it open to let in the fresh air. Making myself comfortable in the swing I turned on my Spotify reading playlist and let myself get lost in the world of Hogsmeade and trying to figure out just how Sirius Black plays a role in Harry’s life. Time flew by and next thing I knew the sun was setting behind the hills. Blinking a few times I returned to reality and closed my book. Looking around I collected my things and put the third Harry Potter book back on the shelf. Grabbing the fourth book I locked up the house and headed out. I’ll return to this spot this weekend and get lost again, but until then work calls my name.