“That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.”

Dear Lucy Maud Montgomery was right about all most everything. And never more than in the quote above, when she reminds us that just as Mother Nature shakes off even the darkest of Winters, so too can we come out the other side in to a Spring all of our own…

And so here I am, still so relentlessly hopeful. Ready to start all over again, after almost a year of the quietest of grief. I am de-cluttering the Spark Joy way. Making piles and excavating only deep-rooted happiness. Nibbling at Mazat Dark Orange chocolate. Spending hours in the library. Reading this. (Such fun!) Stripping everything away until only what is sacred is left behind. Watching Fortitude with my Dad. Drinking copious amounts of deliciously sweet tea, made by Finley who is suddenly old enough to show how much he loves me in this most British of fashions.

Planning a garden full of poppies. A herb garden and a vegetable patch. Laundry on one of those silly, spinny washing lines. Spring mornings on the garden step. A life with Ste.

Here I am. With another incarnation of BrocanteHome. A heart full of hope and feather-light spring in my step.

Spring… How lovely to have you back.