That is brilliant! The season of Lint. I do recall that when I was a child my mother did a rather thorough Spring Cleaning of the house at about this time of year, from top to bottom, including beating the mattresses and carpets with a particular instrument that she somehow managed to immigrate with. It was a carpet beater though we had a Dutch word for it as well. This was her season of Lint. I do remember the mattress beating but I think it was mostly my sisters who were coerced into the rituals of the Season of Lint. It could be pretty cool in Southern Alberta in early spring but that did not stop my mother from this critical task, windows open so the dust of the long winter could be swept out. The Dutch have a reputation for a certain kind of cleanliness, with even a cleanser to their name and even our sons remind us from time to time that our cleanliness expectations are not normal. What do they know?
I can to this day conjure up the smells of the cleansers, the wax and polish. It must have been cathartic somehow, for my mother; a new beginning in a new season. With the lint swept away, there was space for resurrection.