|Daffodils on Garden Island|
The many posts about spring this month were surely a sign that we were all eager for its arrival. I'm hesitant to add mine today, but recently I've been thinking about spring cleaning. Not actually doing it, but wondering how the custom arose and if people still carry out this old tradition. I have a vague memory of my mother bustling about the house - and not happily - shaming my brothers and me to either help or get out. Our choice was always the latter of course.
I think the idea of cleaning to prepare for spring is even connected to the Greek myth of Demeter and Persephone, the sad story of a mother grieving for her daughter, who can only visit her from the Underworld half the year. When daughter Persephone arrives every spring for the annual visit to her mother, Demeter's joy brings new growth. Cleaning also gives us new purpose after the winter.
This year was a roller-coaster ride for me: a new book to be written and a writing disappointment; the death of a brother and the birth of a first grandchild. But recently I attended a spring concert - an annual performance of music and song by a community orchestra and choir. It was a cold night and the late evening (for me!) unappealing enough to make me question my decision to go. But the magic of beautiful music and song lifted me up, essentially airing the dust and disappointments in my head and heart from the long wintry months.
The night was the best kind of spring cleaning.
Are you a spring cleaner or, like me, a dutiful one urged on by company coming?