It is Monday and it is March and I can not believe how fast this year is moving along. I think I say this every year but I feel it stronger every year too.
Time seems to hurry by so fast when you look back, and yet it seems to crawl ahead when I am looking towards and waiting for things to happen.
It is so easy to just live in the future, regret the wasted time in the past and not be fully aware in the here and now.
I am trying to be better about that though.
I think my little decorating projects help. Consciously decorating for a new season helps remind me to relish that season, to enjoy it and to not let it pass unnoticed. Of course blogging sometimes pushes the season ahead far too quickly, but I try to resist thinking about the next season (or the one after that) too soon.
Bringing the season’s flowers inside is another way of flower therapy I guess, a way to stand still, take a breath and destress and let the flowers do their healing thing they do wo well.
Today’s little project was inspired by a recent thrift store find. I found this blue china dish for next to nothing and couldn’t pass it up. It reminded me of some other blue and white bowls I have gathered over the years but not used that much. So with my ‘new’ dish in my bag I headed straight for the garden center to pick up some bulbs. I love using Spring bulbs indoors for decorating. They last a long time (if you don’t forget to water them and don’t put them too close to the heat), they change and grow and when done I can replant them in my garden.
Outside some of the bulbs from last year are just peaking their head above the soil, but inside the new ones are blooming like crazy.
What is it about those little blue grape hyacinths that screams Spring so much! Perhaps even more so than tulips or daffodils. I love them like this. Although I must admit that once planted in the garden the green sometimes takes over and becomes a bit unruly. But there is not that much fresh green outside anyway, so I am thankful for it.
Anyway, how are you dealing with the speeding up of time? The changing seasons? And the approach of Spring?
Or are you still knee deep in the snow and does Spring seem like a distant memory (or vague promise)? In that case: my heart goes out to you and hang in there.