Right now my house is a bit of a shambles.

We’re doing some remodeling, adding onto the back of the house, and that means a number of pieces of furniture and others items are out of place. There’s a side table and a storage chest in the hallway that clearly don’t belong there; so much has been stuffed into the laundry room that I can barely wedge myself in to use it for its intended purpose; and I can no longer use the mirror in my closet because it’s being blocked by a disassembled bed frame.

In addition to – and despite – all that, we hosted friends this weekend, a couple we became close to in college and their four children. Suffice it to say, the weekend was a tad chaotic in our over-stuffed, under-construction house.

One thing I need to work on to get it back to its usual condition is my spring decorating.

I had just finished spring decorating when our house guests arrived Friday. The Easter egg tree adorned the dining table, flanked by shamrock emblazoned platters. A little Hello Spring sign and fabric bunny provided extra visual interest. Other decor items I bring out each springtime – a flowery creamer pitcher in a dish, a barn wood sign that says “blessed,” a dinner plate covered in flowers given to me by my grandmother – had found their respective nooks around the main living area.

Of course, in the chaos of the weekend, it’s all been strewn about. Thankfully nothing was broken or damaged, but the fact is, four children aged 6 and younger don’t really understand about decorations – that they aren’t toys, that they are meant to stay where they were placed, and so on.

You can’t let that ruffle your feathers. You just roll with the punches and know you can spruce it all up again later.

Well, now it’s later, and I’m ready to return to my home to its humble springtime glory.

Decorating for spring isn’t as much of a “thing” as decorating for Christmas; probably a lot of folks don’t even bother. I didn’t, for years. But now I’ve collected just a few simple springtime-y garnishes, and I do enjoy the light, fresh feeling they bring to my home.

Of course, the Easter eggs that originally filled the pastel wicker basket were scattered hither, thither and yon, and I might be finding plastic egg halves in unexpected corners for years to come – but I think we cleaned up most of them. Now the basket can rejoin the ranks of my other decorations to bring a little springtime to the spotlight.