I read with interest yesterday an article about Candlemas, celebrated on February 2nd, the day halfway between the winter and spring solstices. It is a holiday to celebrate the return of the sun. It was interesting because I was just noticing the lengthening of the days. It’s been easier this year because the winter has been so mild, the temperatures hovering around 50 this week makes it feel like we should be tapping the trees.
This is also when my to do list becomes extremely long and I dare say unrealistic. There is a need to clean out, pare down, remove the cobwebs, air the rooms. It’s like you want to shake off the past year.
I also notice a ramping up of creativity. I just pulled a project from the loom and have three lined up on the table waiting to go on. I have other looms and am seriously thinking of warping all three with different projects. I’m not sure how productive that might be but it’s a thought.
There’s also the rug I continue to hook, the sweater I’m knitting, the teddy bear nearing completion. There are baskets to stain, rooms to paint, furniture to build, cookies to bake. Uhm, yeah, I’m out of control here.
In addition to that a case of wanderlust has come over me. I just want to get into the car and drive, preferably to water (I daresay I’d have to drive to the ocean because everything here is still covered with ice). I don’t even know why the water part matters, I want to visit fiber stores and quilt shops. I want to wind my way through New Hampshire to Maine touching handspun yarn and fine woolen fabric. Looking at looms and shuttles. Changing up the scenery, dreaming up big projects (like I don’t have enough already).
Feels like a serious case of spring fever to me, or maybe just an effort to shake off what has been a harrowing month. Then again it could be something like a mid-life crisis only well beyond the mid-point. Let’s see how this all shakes out.