When it’s been snowy and cold, followed by a thaw that stirs the mud, and there are yet a few more flips of the calendar until real spring comes, you tend to go through the house and throw open every cabinet door, every drawer. You peer into every nook, have a look in every cranny, then, you roll up your sleeves, take a breath, and dive. Purge what needs purging, fix what needs fixing, clean it, stitch it, paint it, tinker, tap, replace.
It’s what February and March were made for, I’ve decided. An allotment of time to get the inside of the house wrangled and wrung, sorted and set to rights before the months arrive that let us into the warm outside.