It is Spring in Seattle. I know because my one daffodil has finally bloomed and I’m sneezing about eight trillion times a day.
If you notice my lovely daffodil is in a pot and there is only one. This daffodil has a story. Back when Jordan and I lived in a house we had a large backyard with a compost pile in the far corner. One Spring day as I was doing dishes I looked out the window. I noticed a smallish dot of yellow in the otherwise brownish mound of rotting earth stuffs. Curious, I abandoned the dishes and went outside. I found two daffodils had pushed their way through the soil and were happily swaying in the breeze. I was delighted, because I quite like daffodils.
We already had a large green pot (purchased during Half Price Pots going out of business sale) but there was nothing very pretty in it yet. So I got out my gardening gloves and trowel. I carefully dug up the flowers and transplanted them to the pot. For a couple years we had two daffodils bloom each Spring, but then, for whatever reason, only one began to appear.
So the one daffodil is a sweet reminder of a life I used to have and new beginnings. I always try to find something to appreciate when I move to a new place. It has been difficult these last few years adjusting to suddenly living alone. Being sad also makes it hard to find things that are cheerful. For a while I felt as if I had Dementors living in every corner of my life, it was that difficult to find happiness.
But things have gotten a bit better and I have found that I do love where I live now almost as much as I loved the little house Jordan and I shared and started our family in.
Among the many things I enjoy about our new home are the two trees in the backyard. In the winter they were bare and skeletal like most of the trees on the block. But there was nothing sinister about them and I thought they looked lovely in the snow.
As pretty as they were in the snow, there are becoming even more beautiful now that Spring is here. They are bursting into bloom with the cutest little white flowers. Even though I’m sure that’s what making my nose and eyes itch, and causing my eight trillion sneezes a day I can’t help but breathe in their sweet fragrance. They smell heavenly and are just adorable. They are worth the sneezes I think.
What do you love about Spring? Or is there anything you dislike about Spring?