I don’t know about everywhere else, but the weather here in Charlotte has been amazing this month. It seems to me that March 1 came, and with it came the spring weather. A switch flipped and all of a sudden the daffodils bloomed, buds came out on the trees, and the weather warmed up to 70 degrees. I love it!
Over the last two weekends the kids have not been inside at all. They have been running around the neighborhood and through the woods. Tom has been pressure washing the house and working on our curb appeal (which has suffered greatly since we had the three children). The kids even put their rain gear on and went out to play in the power washer spray.
And what have I been doing during all of this lovely spring weather? Painting!! I have sanded and painted the ceiling in two rooms upstairs, painted the new bathroom, painted the huge downstairs hallway, and painted the dining room. All of this in preparation for putting the house on the market. I have painted so much that I have given myself carpal tunnel. My hand literally begins to go numb when I hold a paintbrush for more than five minutes. I told Tom this morning that my painting days are over. Either he can do the rest or we can pay someone to do it since there really isn’t much left to paint. I am now going to focus on packing up toys and cleaning up the aftermath from scraping the ceilings. I am also going to relax on the back porch and enjoy the weather.
I may get a bit bored with Charlotte sometimes, but you really can’t beat the weather. Spring is a beautiful season in NC. God did a great job planning it so that spring would last over two months – a different plant blooms every other week between now and the middle of June. Right now the pear trees are covered in white blossoms and the forsythias are a brilliant yellow. The azaleas will be in bloom before you know it and then the crape myrtle trees will finish it all off in the summer. Growing up in Florida, I had no idea what spring was or that flowers bloomed during it. I was young, oblivious, and it was always summer. Then I moved to Colorado where it was winter for seven months out of the year. Spring was considered “mud season” and so no one stuck around during May to see it – they all went on vacation. It probably took me seven years to fully appreciate all that spring has to offer here in NC. I don’t think that I really paid much attention to it for the first give years. It just wasn’t my thing. Now, I love it. I am excited to see what will be blooming next week.