Reflections From The Kitchen Sink On Spring

I don’t know about you, but I love the sounds of spring and get truly excited when winter is on its last leg. My late husband reminded me often I was jumping the gun on converting our home from winter to spring. I would want to plant flowers the minute I heard the first bird chirp or saw a squirrel in full recreation mode on my back porch. I am not one who is spontaneous 99.9% of the time, but spring gets me pretty feisty.

Part one of the spring frenzy is the return of color. I will never forget when I was graduated from a small black and white tv to a color on for my bedroom. It was about the same sensation I had when I got my first pair of glasses and in a quick second when from fuzzy to clear vision. There weren’t any horn blowers to announce the royal upgrade, but it was a big deal. The spring palette changeover brings a similar enthusiasm.

I have struggled with depression for the greater part of my life. I never talked about it much, but the winter in my neck of the woods gets me. The colors are drab. The trees are bare. The wildlife isn’t as present. Thankfully, there are times when the beauty of God’s handiwork sneaks through. Puffy, wet snowflakes. Ice-wrapped tree limbs. An occasional cardinal on a window facing. Winter’s chill, though, is hard to maneuver often, hence, the strong longing for spring’s arrival.

Part two of the spring fling energy comes with the longer days. Earth has a different placement and the time change stretch the daylight hours and encourage more life from all of God’s creations. It truly is a beautiful thing if we slow ourselves down to appreciate the show. 

A common theme in my writings is the speed of our existence and the need to slow our pace and find the simple joys in our lives. The upcoming season nudges us to get outside and do just that.

I suppose I will heed my sweet guy’s warning and hold off on planting the violas and marigolds for a bit, but as soon as there is any semblance of a green thumb alert, I will be out the door!

Who else is making plans for planters and gardens? Share your favorite flower combos in the comments.

Until then, I will be looking at fun porch decor and dreaming of my morning coffee times on the back porch.

Until next time….

Bio-Melinda Campbell is a retired educator who currently focuses her efforts on raising her two teenaged boys, advocating for individuals with special needs and against drunk driving, and serving in her local community. Melinda has been gaining recognition for her writings labeled “Reflections from my Kitchen Sink” since the tragic death of her husband Michael in 2015. In her stories, she shares observations from her daily life including moments she has as a solo parent, a widow, and a woman who battles significant health issues including fibromyalgia and depression. New Kitchen Sink Merchandise-Click Here?