Those Warm Spring Days

Ah! Warmth at last. Spring is really here. The air feels like a warm blanket.

The best part of a warm day is opening the garage doors and letting the warmth flow over me as I wander around my little kingdom, gazing with longing at the tools scattered across my workbench, thinking of all the projects I'll soon be working on. The cars are sitting out in the driveway, sunning themselves, and there is so much space in the garage, space to walk around without bumping into things, space that feels like a Museum of Natural History: here's the paint that dripped from Adam's brush when he was painting that school project; here's the oil that dripped from the Corolla's engine as it sat here, patiently waiting to be driven; here's the overspray from the diorama James was working on; here's scattered sawdust from those boards that were cut to expand the loft. It's all a glorious mess, just waiting to be cleaned and organized and made to look beautiful again.

The bikes have come down from their perch high in the loft overhead. Some of them have been taken out on the road to limber up for the summer season. Now they sit in the third bay eagerly waiting for another excursion, lined up like eager racehorses.

The tools need to be put in some kind of order. The leaves which have blown in over the course of the day need to be gathered up. The cardboard from all the boxes we no longer need must be cut up for recycling. The gardening tools need to be put someplace where they can be accessed easily.

I wish to spend the entire day just standing around in the garage and thinking of the possibilities, but that would be very unproductive, and now is not the time for hesitation. The basement is the first priority today - gathering up all the things we no longer need or have time for, bringing them up into the garage for final sorting and disposal (which includes carting the old electronics off to Appliance Heaven). After the basement is done, it will be time to go through the garage to sort all the remaining items and find a new home for them, which may include the attic above.

Spring cleaning, indeed.