bed head
five weeks and two new moons ago, i wrote. today it's colder, there's new snow in the mountains, and despite the month registering as june, it's just as much april as i've ever known. ah. fickle, fickle mountain weather.
i figured i was safe from freezing temperatures after the snow we got two days before memorial day--after all, even on the east coast, memorial day marks the transition to summer--so i planted my tomatoes on tuesday. i prepped the beds, dug deep holes and buried the first pair of branches beneath the soil to guarrantee sufficient rooting, and went on to set out flowers, new rows of spinach and beets, and potatoes. but this evening i found myself tucking all my plants under row cover to secure those precious few extra degrees of heat that will, if all goes well, prevent them from freezing in tonight's low temperatures.
now that i'm home, i'm starting to ponder how to secure my own warmth tonight. all my potential cuddles are ocean gazing in california, and while i love sharing my queen-sized bed with the three dogs i live with, they tend to hog the covers and leave me shivering in the fetal position in the middle of the night. oddly enough, i find myself craving a single bed.
i recently did a housesit where the owner had set me up in a room with a single bed. at first i felt a little put off (there was another room with a king sized bed--why skimp on hospitality?) but then i slept there: it was the best sleep i'd had in months, in fact, since i left green gulch meditation center, where i'd slept in--you guessed it--a single bed.
i can't thoroughly explain it, but there's something just right about a single bed, when you're singly sleeping in it. it's made for one body; it's made for sleeping. there's efficiency that lends itself to creating nothing more and nothing less than a good night's sleep. i suppose goldielocks would concur. however, she'd probably also suggest that the risk is too great, and i'm better off sleeping with dogs than waking up to bears. being blonde, i might have to take her word for it.
i figured i was safe from freezing temperatures after the snow we got two days before memorial day--after all, even on the east coast, memorial day marks the transition to summer--so i planted my tomatoes on tuesday. i prepped the beds, dug deep holes and buried the first pair of branches beneath the soil to guarrantee sufficient rooting, and went on to set out flowers, new rows of spinach and beets, and potatoes. but this evening i found myself tucking all my plants under row cover to secure those precious few extra degrees of heat that will, if all goes well, prevent them from freezing in tonight's low temperatures.
now that i'm home, i'm starting to ponder how to secure my own warmth tonight. all my potential cuddles are ocean gazing in california, and while i love sharing my queen-sized bed with the three dogs i live with, they tend to hog the covers and leave me shivering in the fetal position in the middle of the night. oddly enough, i find myself craving a single bed.
i recently did a housesit where the owner had set me up in a room with a single bed. at first i felt a little put off (there was another room with a king sized bed--why skimp on hospitality?) but then i slept there: it was the best sleep i'd had in months, in fact, since i left green gulch meditation center, where i'd slept in--you guessed it--a single bed.
i can't thoroughly explain it, but there's something just right about a single bed, when you're singly sleeping in it. it's made for one body; it's made for sleeping. there's efficiency that lends itself to creating nothing more and nothing less than a good night's sleep. i suppose goldielocks would concur. however, she'd probably also suggest that the risk is too great, and i'm better off sleeping with dogs than waking up to bears. being blonde, i might have to take her word for it.
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