Spring, the Symbol of Perpetual Youth
After a night of crashing thunder and restless sleep, I struggled to get up and out of bed this morning. Knowing I had little work to do really delayed the entire coffee-comfily clothe-computer routine I’ve grown to love on my days off, so by the time noon rolled around I finally decided I was due for some productivity. Luckily before I tended to a growing to-do list I’ve had on the back-burner since January, I realized it was the first day of spring! And what better to do on the first day of spring than to throw on some bright colors, open a few windows, and pick up a bundle fresh flowers for the tables?!
You’ll have to pardon my poor excuse for a self-portrait, but my husband wasn’t home to help me with a glamour shot and I wanted to show the crisp color scheme (I lackadaisically put together before heading over to Central Market) that empowered my flower choices. A hot pink-and-orange sweater and some Forever 21 accessories were enough to steer me right towards the garden roses and straight back home for some floral arranging.
I am by no means a florist, but I do own a ridiculous collection of antique white milk glass, found and fashioned as centerpieces for our wedding reception – which if you recall, went a little something like this…
Yes, that was a perfect excuse to flaunt some wedding memories (because who doesn’t miss being a bride?!), and no, I wasn’t about to create such timeless and extravagant masterpieces. But I did read have quite the masterpiece of an afternoon, reading some favorite passages from Walden while playing around with springy arrangements to welcome in the new season. Now, enjoy the prettiness, and go fill your home with flowers!
“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty…”
“…We loiter in the winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men’s sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice…the sun shines bright and warm this first spring morning, re-creating the world…”
“Ah! I have penetrated to those meadows on the morning of many a first spring day, jumping from hummock to hummock, from willow root to willow root, when the wild river valley and the woods were bathed in so pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead, if they had been slumbering in their graves, as some suppose…”
“There needs no stronger proof of immortality. All things must live in such a light.” – Henry David Thoreau, “Spring,” Walden