Today I felt like Mole in one of my favorite books, Wind in the Willows. Spring was calling. One room in particular beckoned. I moved the desk to open and wash the windows. Then, I looked around in quest of a whole new look. I moved the couch, then, the bookcase, piling up books to give away. Now, candles are lit, lights are on, and it’s open, fresh, and cozy, all at the same time.
I won’t go down to the river like Mole. I’m pleased to taste and ingest this day of response, knowing spring this time of year is a quick guest, and winter will return.