The longer daylight hours have me in a tizzy.
I’m filled with energy this time of year!
Look at this:
When I wake up in the morning I step into my shower, into the light that pours through this large window, I water my plants as I deep condition. I inspect my orchids for new leaves and roots. I snap off sections of spent fern. I pour a couple of drops of sweet orange oil into the hot water as it falls and inhale deeply. But the most activating ingredient of all of these is the daylight — bright and new — falling in the window of this room.
The long smile of sunlight pours in the windows, sinks into my hair and skin. It thaws me, inch by inch. My creative river is flowing like a glacial torrent from crevices of blue and layered ice as far as the eye can see. It’s fare thee well to Winter, 4×4 traction, salts and shovels, wind like icy knives and forever expanding white in all directions.
There’s a buttery glow to all I witness. I take on more than I can handle in a day. I work until 7PM, absentmindedly (because the sun is still shining). When I come in for an afternoon snack, I’m shocked by the time on the clock. I leap into running shoes and shorts and take Farley for a quick spin on the side of the mountains.
The air up there is thick with the songs of meadowlarks.
There’s a brisk green pushing forth.
There’s the adamant cackling of pheasant and sharptail grouse spinning up like music from the height of the sage and cheatgrass.
Patchwork nests. Young things on wobbly legs or weak wings.
And all the time, that light, straining to have the last word as it settles lower and lower in the West.
I’m so easily romanced
by springtime.
I’m so flattered that she gives me so much bright attention.
I’m so honored that for me, she never wants to turn day into night;
she wants to beam down on me forever. And ever. Amen.
I’m drinking the springshine like it’s pricey contraband.
Bathing in it like a chinchilla in a dust bowl.
Wading through it like a shepherdess in the knee deep, curling white of lambs.
I’m essentially oblivious to all else.
I’m affected, I’m useless.
I’m glad.
I’m hardworking.
I’m a puddle of warm butter.
I’m full energy and bursting.
Yesterday in the studio I spent hours enameling.
My hands were sore, broken and chapped by the end of my work day.
My knee has recovered from its trauma and I ran in the hills, cutting in and out of the sunset like a bird on the wing.
I cooked dinner, took a hot bath, waited for RW to come home from the Gilbert Ranch.
I fell into bed exhausted.
I fell asleep in record time.
And today I’m going to do it all again.
I’m under the spell of spring and with all the sun shining in, I can’t help but face everything with a grin.
Love to you, one and all, on this very beautiful day,
Jillian Susan
ouch.
just stubbed my toe.
WOW oh Wow…what an invigorating post…beautiful writing…thanks…I am going to go let myself melt like butter too:D
Beautiful writing. I'm glad your boo boo is healing well & that you're enjoying the extra daylight. I love Spring!!
Pam
There's nothing like spring light to boost the creative juices and the spirits. Your new necklace makes my heart take flight.
How amazing it must be to shower with plants all around…heaven im sure.
Tell me more about the orange oil please, you use it in the shower?
sounds lovely
from one vw lover to another i wanted to share with you my love.
http://www.jaccalynkorv.com
good morning my sunshine!
It felt strange catching up on a whole plethora of posts (and therefore all these details of your life) that I've been rather disconnected from what with the whole move, no internet, and other Stuff.
If feels good to see your life. I love your shower (other than that one light that I would bang my hands on every time I flipped my hair up) and your orchids and the idea of Idaho in the spring.
Miss, I miss you.
…thank you for filling my heart with your SUNshine today…XOXO
what do you do for your hands after working? i want to send you something. i may or may not still have a package with your address on it, so can you email it to me? herpaintedsmile@live.com
🙂
j'aime faire du shopping avec toi sur l'internet.
i think i've had too many cookies today.
oops.
LOVE.
I too am feeling the energy of the sun and spring light today: baked honey wheat bread, tended the compost pile, and now enjoying your beautiful writing!
Open your heart and say *AH*…
Your post brings sunshine to me…While the skies above decide today is the perfect day to send forth an army of pike bearing flakes. Of the snow variety…
xo
Andrea
feeling the great desire to expound some of that energy but my emotions seem to suck it all up.
maybe i'll take up a cross-stitch project.
reading your blog fills me with joy when i'm feeling most certainly like a sourpuss. merci beaucoup for that, jillian! keep enjoying the sunshine!
I love the bathroom photo with the bottles….to each their own, right? Lovely seeing you Plumesie!
xx
I am enchanted. Loving all I see here. But your writing – has captured me and cast a spell upon me.
Otherworldly and yet totally down to earth.
Thank you.
Mandy: Did you get buttery?
Willow: Amen sister. There is much love for spring in this heart!
Indigo: Thank you! I agree wholeheartedly!
Jaccalyn: Sweet orange oil? Well I use it for aroma therapy along with eucalyptus, rosemary, lavender and jasmine. Sweet orange aroma is said to "brighten" a girl so I like to throw a few drops of it in the hot water to steam up my morning shower with pretty scent. You can find it at Basha's in Havasu (the one with the covered parking lot at the South end of town) in the health food section by the lotions and potions. At night I'll use lavender and eucalyptus depending on my mood. I suppose I use oils like one would bubble bath stuff. Most soaps make me itchy so essential oils are a good and natural substitute!
Thanks for sharing the VW love!
Umber: I'm glad you were here. I've missed you to smithers and back again. xxxxxxxxxx
Nancy: My pleasure and thank you for doing the same for me this week! xx
Angie: I emailed you about this but I use a pure shea butter by Sweet Petula (search that name on Etsy and you'll find her shop) and a cuticle cream by Burt's Bees. I like it well but I haven't found a product, yet, that can keep up with the abuse my hands take at work. If you have any suggestions feel free to fire them my way!!! I'm always open to trying new things as long as the ingredients are natural!
She: Oh I do TOO! I hope she likes them!
xx
Michelle: You're a kitchen and garden goddess!!! Thankfully, I don't have to flip my own compost yet but when RW leaves for the fire season I'll be back there sweating the big flips too!!! Ew. You're the sweetest!
Crow: You're one beautiful woman. Have I told you that before?
Mme: How funny that you would suggest this for yourself! I've been considering the exact same thing! Cross stitch! Perhaps we should work on a pattern together?
Rachael: I can't imagine you as a sourpuss at all! Surely your comment was a joke! 🙂 Thanks sweet thing! xx
MLJ: I know! I like pretending I'm an apothecary sometimes…..those little brown bottles are a perfect delight!
Stregata: Thanks for embracing and enjoying my wordy witchery! You're welcome here any time! xxxxxxx