Signs of Spring

It is very easy to mis-read the signs. I captured these delightful shots weeks and weeks ago on the walk to school.

But mother nature was only teasing. A fresh batch of rain and cold made an appearance just to confirm that winter was still in charge. Last week, however, the mornings suddenly seemed a lot lighter and we basked in glorious sunshine, with the light having a stronger, brighter quality. This morning though, the most compelling and reliable portent of the new season made its first visit. 

You can't fool a blow fly. It knows the exact day and it is the true herald of spring. And so, to the gentle buzzing of its activity, my eyes wandered out to the sunny deck and it was clear the time had come to set to work. When I bought this house the deck was brand new. As with the whole property, everything was beautifully staged and unrealistically clean and neat.

The standard rose are long gone, but the deck itself has served well for sunny breakfasts and general lethargy. But the four years have taken their toll on the planks. They have become mottled and grey. Nor have the years been kind to the outdoor furniture.

Do the makers of such items not suspect that there is a strong possibility that, given the word 'outdoor' in the description, they may be exposed to rain while performing their designated task? Apparently not, because they select a metal frame pretty much guaranteed to rust. So it has been a satisfying day. The table and chairs have been given the heave-ho. The trusty Nilfisk (I know - so cute!) has been dusted off ...

... and the transformation is underway, and coming along very nicely. 

I can't wait to get back into it next weekend to finish the job, and join the hoards at Mitre 10 selecting the perfect new outdoor setting - another sure sign of spring!