A March Hangover
“That’s why God created the month of March:
to show people who don’t drink what a hangover feels like.”
— Garrison Keillor
If you’ve followed our blog for more than a year, you’ve likely noticed I tend to fall silent in the blogosphere every March. Admittedly, I don’t do this on purpose; in fact, I actually strive to defeat this trend every year and vow to do better next time. And yet, here we are again, the first week of April and I’ve not posted a single thing since mid-February.
When I lived in more southerly climes, my “March” was actually February, but the effect was still the same. The weather stagnates and takes your mind with it. Winter — its body in traction, weakened by the approach of spring — litters the landscape with damp hankies, puddles, and unsightly debris. Spring — the sneaky victor — creeps along in the background, tidying things at a pace almost imperceptible to winter weary eyes. Meanwhile, from his death bed, winter is boring you yet again with another long tale of ice and cold — the magic of which is now completely lost on you after so many repetitions.
And, of course, there’s the man-made tyranny of Daylight Saving Time to contend with. The sandman, himself, coming to tax your mind, exacting from you an hour of slumber in exchange for nothing so early after the spring equinox. I still assert Daylight Saving Time is a delusion put in place to please the impatient — an argument I hold onto as tightly as my extra-large mug of coffee while staring out into total darkness on a Monday morning in DST, knowing somewhere else in the world someone’s smiling at the sheer novelty of enjoying dinner before the sun has gone down. Meanwhile, I’ll be lucky to be conscious by dinner!
Fighting off a March hangover, this year, has been no less a challenge than in years past. James and I have been doing our best to celebrate each and every tiny sign of spring we manage to spot — the little patch of crocuses on the front lawn, the heroic blades of grass popping up at the edge of the woods right in front of the foot-and-a-half snow embankment. I’ve also been busy working on various indoor projects since the outdoors are famously inhospitable this time of year with winter and spring carrying on simultaneously.
This winter has been a particularly fruitful period for me in the sewing room. Since late-November, I’ve completed 3 projects. You can read about one of them on my Other Exploits page. My most recent one — my largest project to date — is a throw for our living room sofa.
Since our living room is full of windows, the outdoors determines our color palette as much as our furniture. With that in mind, I had James help me pick out a color scheme that would fit in our living room no matter the season. The pattern I chose was called “Bits & Pieces.” Thankfully, I managed to use lots of small bits of fabric that I’ve collected over the past few years. Of course, as is the way in quilting, I also managed to acquire some new fabric in the process.
Now that it’s done and all the patches have been sewn into place, I can see it’s the perfect size for a generous throw — large enough that you can completely wrap yourself up in it without worrying about your feet being neglected. Plus, it’ll help protect the back of our sofa from wear and tear — especially since our giant, orange cat (Ollie) has annexed it as his own territory. Of course, since I only have a regular-sized sewing machine and I’m a novice quilter, I’m not going to attempt to quilt this giant thing on my wee machine. I’m in the process of finding someone with a longarm quilting machine to make fast work of the finishing touches for me.
Meanwhile, I’ve kept busy in the kitchen tinkering with various new recipes and trying some new things like these tasty pancakes we had recently; but I’ve not really hit on any recipes that sparked my excitement enough to blog about them. Instead I’ve made notes for improving and vowed to return to them at a later date. This might be owing more to my March “hangover” than the actual results of my cooking!
Lastly, our little greenhouse room is at last housing a few seedlings. It does feel strange to be mixing up germinating mix and planting seeds when there’s almost no visible soil to speak of, outside, but spring is already upon is. We’re looking forward to sweeping off the front porch, sitting in the shade of a sunny May afternoon, listening to a cool breeze sweep through newly green leaves in the surrounding trees. These sluggish days of early spring will seem a distant memory by then.