The past Sunday was phenomenal: no wind, full day of sunshine and nothing that I really needed to accomplish other than just enjoy the positive weather. It really helped my attitude for the whole day. It seems that this past winter has been 12 months long... maybe because the added stay-at-home and social distance and the stay indoor mode. I was really getting tired of all of it.
The sun felt warm and I did water our small patch of grass in the backyard. Very slowly and all the while doing so, Duke Marie, our min-pin, had his head on my lap and slept so soundly enjoying the day as well.
The trees are starting to bud, and it looks like spring may be on the way. I saw many people at local stores in cut-off jeans and flip-flops and enjoying the day as well.
As afternoon approached, I contemplated sleeping in the old camp trailer in our backyard. The sleeping bags have been laid out on top each other since last used in the previous August. I decided to do so and aired out the trailer. As sundown approached, I fluffed the pillows and readied to get into sleep wear and retire. I donned the thermal top and long johns, got a flashlight, a glass of water, and then proceeded to settle in and read for a bit.
As I slid into the zipped sleeping bag the pant leg on the right got pushed up to my knee and then the left did so as well. I struggled and dug into the tunnel I had carved into this jumble of sleeping covers and straightened them out. I wish Santa had brought me the flannel, footed, Disney Carz jammies. That would have solved that but maybe next year.
I caught my breath and started to read about big fish in little creeks. I read some more fishing stories and hoped to dream of catching a big one. I turned off the battery lantern and thought of what a great day it had been and I rested. I listened to the dogs barking around the neighborhood and thought of the coyotes I love to hear when camping.
I inhaled deeply and sighed as I yearned to end a perfect day peacefully. The plywood walls of this 1957 camp trailer had a mild wood odor. I prefer outdoor “woodsy” smell, but oh well!
Then it hit me - I wrestled my way out of this synthetic cocoon and into the house, past Evelyn and Duke watching the Hallmark channel, stole my way into the hall bathroom and from under its sink I got the aerosol can of...yes...yes...yes, “Pine Bouquet.”
Back to the trailer and a little “psst” into the air and all was well.
I wrestled my way back into my nest and straightened pant legs and sighed heavily. I hugged the pillow and thought of all the blessings and the beautiful weather and a day that was.... much needed!