Spring came early this year for me. Mid February found me sitting on the couch wondering, what should I do? It was midnight and I was thinking of the next day. I had plenty to do, writing, house cleaning, catching up on things, but nothing appealed to me. The weather was dreary, I had a cold, and I dreamed of spring, my favorite season of the year. Glorious spring with its soft breezes and lovely flowers. Warm soft ground for the dogs to roll on. Sunshine on my face to inspire my soul. I wanted to open my door to enter a world of wonder not the winter landscape that was lurking on the other side. Cruel especially since I live in the South.
My butt was planted on the couch, my feet twitching, my brain thinking. I kept looking at my front door, looming ominously at me. A dark brown hollow core door that kept me trapped inside. I looked at the door and thought it was so dull how could anything lovely be waiting on the other side. I wanted a portal to take me to a magic place. A sunny spring place.
Then it came to me. Paint the door. I was so excited at the very thought, I jumped up, ran to my studio to grab my paints and came back with a huge tube of robins egg blue acrylic paint I had gotten at the thrift store for 49 cents. Brush in hand and a little music playing to inspire me (I find Marvin Gaye gets me groovin') I whipped out my brushes and got to work. Twenty minutes later I stood back in awe. I hugged myself in glee and did a dance. Now there was a door that when opened would bring all the magic of the day to you. A door so sweetly blue I felt spring leap into my heart.
I never stop on my creative projects for the blue door needed something fun on it. More spring like things. I filled the door with fantasy. Perhaps that is me sitting on the metal gate of roses with my fairy wand. Queen of my domain. Small paintings with flowers and bugs and a metal lady greeting welcome. Not welcoming guests inside my house, but welcoming me outside to greet the day. By 2am I went to bed satisfied with my evening's work.
I love my blue door. It makes me laugh. It makes me feel silly. It brings me the magic of spring just by looking at it. No matter what troubles may befuddle my mind, I look at that robins egg blue paint and my mind is full of the freshness of spring.
It is now a month later, and spring is teasing me. Coming soon. I can almost hear spring’s gentle laugh as I look out at the sunshine that is covering my yard. Light radiates from every shrub and across the ground. The sun is shining so brightly. I open my blue door and let down the top of the metal storm door. I drink in air that is brisk and it is a tonic to me.
“Come on,” I call to the dogs. I leash them up. I fling open my blue door and we head out to inspect the grounds. To see what hints spring is leaving to announce her final arrival.