The Seasons Turn
Which means another round of spring-cleaning! Oh, what joy, what pleasure, what horrors await.
Joy, that the place gets a good cleanout. Out go the spider webs that took over the ceilings, hid along the edges of everything hung on the wall, drifted down from the light fittings like old man moss. (And no, I don’t kill the spiders. We’d have millions of silverfish without the spiders, so the spiders stay. They just have to hide their webs better. Like in the air-con vents.)
Pleasure comes from seeing a bit of sparkle after a long, dull, wet (yes, we had wet stuff – very unusual) winter with lockdowns and internet blackouts and broken computers (yes, and the wrist, but I’m trying to ignore that for the moment).
The horror comes from what lies hidden within all the dust-bunnies, the balls of fluff of unknown origins, the bodies of creatures small and not so small that scatter bits of gizzard and guff, wings and sparkly things, across the tops of bookcases, kitchen cupboards, wardrobes. And in the shoes, if they’re not covered properly.
And the dust!
I tell you true, not a word of a lie, that when I take the dust out to the compost bin, it’s about half a bucket from the bedroom – and I’m not going to measure the rest of it … can only imagine the laundry, the hallway, the front room that overlooks a busy road with lots of garden supply traffic.
But in the end, it’s done.
Except for the windows, the oven (those two are for winter solstice cleans, if the weather is suitable – the oven requires the house to be open to get rid of the stench of burnt offerings, the windows and shutters need to be both open and closed at various stages of the clean), the pantry and cupboards – which I’ll put on the mid-summer cleaning schedule, and if we have the family get-together, it will be after they’ve all gone. I’m not doing it twice.
And if there’s anything else (like gutters and drains and downpipes and cleaning the solar panels) there are professionals (aka friends and family who owe a favour – I know where they’re hiding out, but with the sun making its stay longer each day they have to emerge sometime. I’ll be waiting).
If it were Autumn (Fall) here, I’d be stocking up the pantry with the staples, drying and jamming and grinding and stewing and preserving.