Monday, August 31, 2009
This morning I caught my first, faint yet unmistakable whiff of Spring.
I am aware that there are only so many desperate "new beginnings" a girl can attempt to latch on to, but with that whisper of springtime trailing the breeze one can't help but feel hope. The promise of warmth, prettiness, long nights and longer weekends. Ease and time and birdsong. The beach. How can things not get better? How could I not be inspired?
And the weight is finally slowly coming off. 54kg this morning. It's a start. My fridge is full of strawberries, raspberries, pineapple, sparkling twinkling mineral water. It too feels the hope and freshness of Spring.
Today I will Spring clean my space and lure in a little of this beauty.