This post’s title sounds dramatic. Goodbye spring! I’m also over a week late here since summer officially rolled in the 20th BUT this was my favorite spring season… probably ever so it only feels right to write a little something about it.
If you’ve been following me for a long time, you may recall that although I spent the last six years in the city it’s not where I came from. I grew up on seven acres, surrounded by woods. I lived to ride 4-wheelers, catch frogs, play in the pond and sit by the fire.
When I moved to the city, I acclimated quickly. I loved the hustle and bustle. It felt natural. I almost couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Being a regular at the coffee shop around the block? So rad! Being able to hop on my bike and be downtown within ten mins? Amazing! Living within walking distance of so many places, restaurants, and things to do was something I had never experienced before and loved deeply.
Eventually, it started to wear on me. I wanted to walk outside and not be yakked at by my neighbor who clearly didn’t understand I couldn’t hear her over my dog barking. Taking Klaus out became a constant source of stress because our landlord decided to make the apartment below us an Air BnB. New people sitting directly outside my door drinking until all hours of the night? That equals one very unhappy dog. I just wanted space of my own. Space to roam. Somewhere I could be alone outside.
Immediately after moving here, I felt relief. Our house is so much larger than we were ever imagining we’d end up with. Even though the weather quickly turned, just having more indoor space made my heart soar. I had things to do that didn’t involve just sitting in the same teeny tiny apartment and that felt great.
Each new season in our new house has been exciting. Fall was such a lovely introduction to our property. We watched the leaves change and admired all the beautiful colors of fall while sitting fireside in the yard. When winter came around, I anxiously awaited the first snow so I could see how incredible the house looked with a pretty white dusting. The cold weather also gave me an excuse to stay inside and work on renovations that would make the house feel like home.
Spring though? It’s turned me into a broken record. Multiple times per week I text Jeff something along the lines of “Oh my gosh, I love it here. Can you even imagine living anywhere else?” I truly can’t remember a time I was so excited to be outside each day. I walk the trails through our woods multiple times per day, just soaking up all the details.
Spring seemed to start slow. The buds on the trees stayed tiny for so long. Then, all of a sudden, it just exploded. I blinked and our whole yard was filled with life. Green everywhere you look! Watching all the plants grow and grow and grow has been amazing. I’ve loved discovering all the different things planted around our property. There wasn’t much going on in terms of landscaping but spring showed us an abundance of daffodils. The honeysuckle blooms were next and wow, there were a lot of them. Then, time in my garden started. I never thought that pulling weeds would be something I enjoyed but I truly feel at peace sitting there in the dirt.
I’m constantly discovering cool new insects I’ve never seen before in person. Each new flower is a cause for celebration. I feel a kinship with all the animals I spot foraging around our yard. The sound of birds greets me at the start of the day, and frog singing puts me to sleep. I couldn’t ask for more!
All that to say, I’m so unbelievably happy here. I can’t wait to see what summer brings.