I know, my heading for this column made you think I was going to write about how much I love spring and how it makes everything seem all new again. You also thought I was going to share with you how much fun the spring season brings into our lives.
Well, you could not be farther from my real agenda.
What I thought I would share with you today is how spring often brings to my mind a list of spring chores that I need to get done. You know, the spring cleaning tradition that every woman has been brought up with.
I can tell you that my least-liked chore is window washing. I would rather wash two sinks full of dishes than to wash one window. I think it is because I am not good at it. I wash it, I streak it and I have to spend the rest of the day trying to remove the streaks only to see another one and then in despair start all over again. If I could give up one chore for the rest of my life or talk someone else into doing for me the rest of my life it would be window washing.
To prepare for the spring cleaning you first have to make a trip to the grocery store. Because, for some unknown reason we must stock up on cleaning supplies. Not the kind of supplies we use every week like the toilet bowl cleaner but the really good stuff that polishes and shampoos things.
An entire day must be spent polishing and waxing and rearranging so everything looks bright and shiny and perfectly placed.
All of the closets must be completely emptied out and the contents sorted into keep, toss and donate piles. Then you have to decide if you want to do a spring garage sale or if you just want to hand it over to Mahaska County Outreach to take care of. Most of the time I vote for Outreach.
And wouldn’t spring be a perfect time to take all the winter coats to the dry cleaners so they will be ready when the first snow starts falling again? Nope, we wait for that until we do the fall cleaning or even the day after the first snowfall.
Sorry, got off on the wrong season. Back to spring – which also reminds me of muddy barn lots and a row of muddy boots at the back door. That mud usually upsets my spring cleaning efforts anyway as I usually need to clean the mud off the dog paws, the grandchildren or the mats in my car.
Right now I am thinking that I might like to jump over spring, forget the spring cleaning and go straight to summer but at my age time is flying by much too quickly the way it is so maybe I should just be satisfied with spring — cleaning and all.