First blast of summer sun sparks some spring fever
The arrival of bright calm warm weather has driven lots of people, including myself, outdoors to tackle some spring cleaning. Though spring is a bit of a misnomer as mid-summer is only days away.
My cleaning activity has been particularly frantic this year and I can't make up my mind whether this is trying to make up for the late start or if I'm petrified that the fine spell is going to whipped away from us again.
Falling out the door of one shed where the cobwebs were strung like jungle vines was a collection of the girls' trikes, bikes and other toys which they have outgrown. I power washed them, parked back up those I was too sentimental to part with and took the others that are still in good working order to the St Vincent de Paul shop.
There was a lot of dust, mice droppings, various spilt jars, rodent-chewed bags, stuffing from a birthday party piñata, dirty feathers, twigs and miscellaneous organic and inorganic material of a jackdaw's nest which fell down, along with squashed brown cardboard boxes which once proudly housed various new domestic goods. It's not a glitzy list.
The truth is that the only reason I spring clean is as a preparation for painting; the kind that involves walls and doors rather than landscapes. And it's usually easier to paint outdoor things as there are fewer things that have to first be moved out of the way.
This time of year, if it's bright and sunny from very early, I would sometimes get up around 6am and do a couple of hours painting before the rest of the world gets going. I feel I'm getting a great run at the day.
Almost as far back as I can remember I have loved to paint. Few things in life give me such a sense of achievement. Though I recognise this enthusiasm might wear off if I was doing it every day.
Of course, good weather is not all about getting chores done. There are few things more pleasurable than the sharing of food. Is it my imagination or could food eaten outdoors really taste better?