Sitting here, typing this post, looking out at a Whiteout World. Yesterday I was in the borders, ripping out Creeping Charlie (every little bit counts) tearing out new grass and tying up emerging rose canes. I worked like a rented mule, knowing this blizzard was approaching but not believing/believing…I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life so this ain’t my first Last Hurrah Rodeo…still..waking up to a White World after weeks of warm green? Shocking. February is that crazy dude that always gets on the third subway stop – you know he’s crazy, he’s always been crazy – but every now and then he’ll pull out a flute and enchant the whole train car with a Brahms lullaby but if he doesn’t you’re okay with that because you know he’s crazy. March? March is That Cousin. You know – the ‘iffy’ one who sometimes shows up to Thanksgiving dinner at Aunt Edna’s; you’re almost (sort of ) happy to see him because he’s your Aunt Lula’s baby boy and you remember when he was a clumsy, lovable 3 yr old. And most times, when he comes to family dinner, he’s okay-ish. Kinda quiet but fixes his plate and sits in the family room with Uncle Ray and Uncle Bobby to watch the game. But! If he comes in with a wild look in his eye and sits down at the main table…you always find yourself inches from the door because you know, any minute now, he’s going to start pounding the table and talking about microphones in the pachysandra. This time March went into the family room to watch the game – but something pinged! and he decided to come into the dining room, get wild and tell you about the pachysandra. And maybe the curtain rods. And before you know it, he’s knocked over a carafe of red wine all over Aunt Edna’s white tablecloth.
Well, thinking he might come sit at the table I started working towards the door. My work paid off, though my shoulders are unappreciative. The dirt-filled pots are snug in my little greenhouse – they’ve got to be around 70F for my dahlia bulbs to germinate and the greenhouse, though unheated, serves as a solarizer for the dirt. Today is not the day to open that door. I planted a couple rows of peas (both germinated and ungerminated)already because Peas Don’t Care and I was curious to see if they would withstand some seasonal changes. They’re fine. They’re peas. Peas are the Honey Badgers of the vegetable world. The cute little pea seedlings that are potted up look great – snow is a great insulator and doesn’t hurt plants the way a freeze does. But, still, it’s just weird, all the heavy, wet snow. That insulation works on a sensory level as well – we’re at the edge of an already-teeny town, it’s Monday (when 2/3 of the 5 shops in town are closed) – and the snow muffles what little sound there is. It feels as if I’m the only person for miles around. I’m happy to be snug in my office, looking out on the White World….and I am awash in vintage Ubar. I am usually not a huge sandalwood fan but there is something so cozy and comforting about the sandalwood and citrus opening, with that luscious hint of red rose.
I was going to write about how sorry I felt for myself, in all this snow….then I just started giggling! I am NOT feeling sorry for myself! Here I sit, in warmth and comfort, with my borders edged and my peas growing. Everyone I love is in decent health and relative contentment. I have blizzard-level amounts of food in my pantry & freezer. I just made from-scratch hot chocolate and I am hitting it HARD. The birds are fed and watered (water is essential during Winter, even more so than birdseed). The Girl and I will go out for a walk in a little while, so I can re-anchor myself to the world. Then I will get back to work so I can get paid. Then I’m going to germinate some Cleome for the cutting garden. Later I will put a ham in the oven (from the Blizzard-Level freezer) and make some lemon broccoli (from last season’s harvest) & scalloped potatoes for dinner. I will do all of this in Ubar. Vintage Ubar. That smells like a ruby and canary yellow diamond necklace looks. Ham that smells like ham! What a great day, huh?
So. That’s it for me. I got nothing other than an armful of Ubar and a Pretty Good Feeling. So. Let’s do a Feel Pretty Good Day giveaway! Tell me something GOOD. I don’t care what it is – if you are just glad to have gotten up this morning, that’s fine. Just something you are happy to be happy for. I’ll pull a couple of winnahs and send you out some fun goodies from the Messy Armoire. I’ll be back in 2 weeks to announce the winners – and by then I’ll have a fabbo review of actual perfume, I promise!