By Suzanne | www.arrangespace.com
There’s something really satisfying about the first day I walk into the mudroom and don’t reach for a snow boot. It’s usually still chilly in the mornings here in Bend, but the light has changed, and I start swapping out heavy coats for garden clogs. That’s my cue: it’s time to shift this space from winter bunker to spring launchpad.
I like to think of this area—off the garage, always a little dusty, always catching whatever the day throws at us—as more than just a mudroom. In spring, it becomes a bloom room. A place where I keep a trowel handy, stash a few packets of wildflower seeds, and make room for fresh-cut tulips or a soggy dog towel (or two).