of 2011 (it’s a blanket you can wear AND still get up to get more chips!) Hardworking product designers are already devising technological advances in Blanket Wear for next holiday season. The decorations have been put away–by me, and not the elf who put them up. There is already food and coffee staining my 2012 desk blotter. That’s right…the Winter Doldrums are here.
You know the season. It’s the Demilitarized Zone between New Year’s and spring. It can manifest as the Children’s
Gift Shakedown Birthday Party Season, as parents gladly pay small ransoms to get the kids out from underfoot on the weekend. The time when the melancholy of Autumn gives way to the resignation of Winter. A time to focus on your resolutions (so far, The Year I Stopped Getting Out of the Way of People Who Are Too Busy Texting to Pay Attention is going superbly. I’m gonna make this one stick!), and a time not to think about that leftover white wine in the fridge…that for some reason actually sounds pretty good, even though it’s just after breakfast.
The Winter Doldrums: dreary, boring, lassitudinous, remarkably phlegm-y.
I’m not really the type to sip herbal tea while leafing through my gardening catalogs, whiling away winter’s dark while dreaming of spring. The Doldrums are the backbone of the gardening year, because I can so clearly see the backbone of my garden. The ugly, the needy, the bare and the out-of-place reveal themselves in winter’s heart. With a tip ‘o’ the trowel to the economy and a healthy assist from my customers who don’t like to pay their bills, it is now also the season of Gardening for Free. If I can dig it, tidy it, trim it, cut it, move/remove it, or transplant it, it’s on my garden plan for the foreseeable near future. Perhaps I’ll even extend the boundaries of ‘gardening’ by getting active with some of that project lumber that has been eyeballing me lately. There are things that I will do, and things that I want to do (and I can’t even talk about some of the things I have done…the Garden Police may be listening, Shhh!). Who knows? Other than “I got a new calendar,” who can really say what is in store for this year? Perhaps, even, the next phase of blanket-based loungewear will prove to be shorts and a sweatshirt, cementing my fashion-forwardness once and for all.