It’s almost oxymoronic, isn’t it?
But, here’s the thing. We’ve been home from our 12 day ski trip to Colorado since 1:30 a.m. on January 1st and this is my first post of the year, four days later.
In case you’re inclined to cut me a break figuring I’ve been busy unpacking, opening mail, catching up on news, doing laundry and cleaning the house, allow me to ‘fess up and reveal that none of the above has been going on hereabouts.
The suitcases remain in a state of chaos, spreading their contents all over the bedroom floor. Piles of mail and newspapers litter the dining room. Dirty laundry hasn’t even managed to find its way into piles on the basement laundry room floor (reference suitcase chaos above.) And, holy crap, an entire BOX of dirty laundry, books and magazines that we mailed to ourselves from Colorado in order to avoid excess baggage charges by the airline just arrived on our doorstep yesterday afternoon!
In my defense, I will say that I worked a full day at my office on Friday, (well, almost a full day) and skied for over an hour yesterday. So, that’s something. In fact, I’ve been skiing so much the past two weeks, I have a rash from my heart rate monitor that is quite inconvenient, if you can imagine.
Mostly, it seems, I have been sitting on my ass with this stack of catalogs planning next season’s garden.
Oooh, those gardening catalog people! They know how to smack you at your most vulnerable moment, don’t they?
I’ve learned to walk the Jackson & Perkins catalog directly to the recycle bin without even opening their rose-scented pages of whorishly permiscuous blossoms. I’ m all for fair play, after all, and that seriously crosses a line. But, the rest of these babies? I can’t say “no” to their charms.
So, let the unpacking and the dirt just sit there. I have big decisions to make. Is this the year I take a chance on schizophragma hydrangeoides? And, what about lonicera sempervirens? Then, there’s that problem area of the lily garden. I can’t decide between a buddleia or a dwarf apple. Of course, there are also the David Austin Roses – pages of them – to consider for that sunny spot at the top of the rock garden. They’d be perfect planted amongst the lavender.
Maybe I need to go through the catalogs once more.