Apron Strings in springtime

August 29, 2025 – A Woman’s Wondering

There’s something about spring that makes even the tiredest apron strings feel a little lighter. Suddenly, the laundry on the line doesn’t look like chores anymore, it looks like bunting for a garden party.

Spring is God’s gentle way of saying: “Here, try again.” And so, we do. We fling open the windows, chase out the winter cobwebs, and tackle the corners we’ve been pretending not to see since December. It’s amazing what fresh air and a little sunlight can do for a house… and a heart.

Of course, spring isn’t all daffodils and sunshine. The weeds stage a comeback with Olympic-level determination, and my body seems to remind me daily that I’m not 20 anymore. I can spend an afternoon happily with my hands in the dirt, pulling and planting and patting down soil, only to wake up the next morning creaking like an antique rocking chair. But here’s the thing: when your hands are in the dirt, your heart starts to bloom, even if your knees and back loudly disagree.

And maybe that’s the beauty of spring. It teaches us that aches and growth come together. That beauty doesn’t arrive without effort. That ordinary days, a basket of laundry pegged to the line, a row of marigolds in the garden, a pot of tea cooling on the stoep — are the quiet celebrations that stitch our lives together.

So here’s to spring: to aprons dusted with flour and garden soil, to mud under our fingernails, to open windows and fresh starts. Here’s to the laughter that comes easier when the days are longer, and the reminder that God’s grace always shows up right on time — sometimes disguised as a daisy between the cracks.

With  dirt and hope.
– Lezanne 🌸

I would love to hear what you are planting this spring, pop me an email  awomansapron@gmail.com