Spring cocooning.

Happy Spring!

I don’t know about you, but at my house, it looks nothing like spring. We still have a good foot of snow on the lawn, with a pile of plowed snow at the end of the driveway at least four feet tall.

We also have that glorious late afternoon sun that shines until past dinnertime, thanks to daylight savings time.

In some ways, this is my favorite part of spring- when I feel it coming, I know it’s coming, but I’m still cocooned inside my cozy home. Below is what I wrote last year about spring. It will help you make sense of my weird idiosyncrasy. (Just one of many!)

 

How do you feel when you put on shorts for the first time in spring?

I feel exposed, almost naked when the air hits my pasty white legs. The same when I put on a short sleeve shirt – I want to grab a jacket to cover up. I can’t say it takes effort to step outside so lightly attired on the first nice day, but it requires conscious deliberation.

Likewise, although I’m an avid gardener, I have trouble getting myself into the thicket of my passion in the early spring. Something about stepping out into the yard without the wrappings of winter-wear makes me feel vulnerable.

Earlier this week, I had planned to do some work in the yard. It was mid sixties, clear and sunny, a slight chill to the air. Perfect gardening weather. But I kept finding excuses to avoid it:  I’d have to dig out my gardening clothes. Find my old sneakers. Spray myself with deer tick repellant. Slather on sunscreen. Get sweaty and dirty. Nope. Couldn’t do it.

Don’t get me wrong–I wait expectantly all year for spring. When the green tips poking through the soil remind me of their beauty to come, it’s like Christmas in April.

But I’m realizing that I need a transition period. I’m not like the arborvitae in my backyard, stolidly green through every season. I’m not like my lenten rose, a ground-breaker through even frozen soil. I’m more of a bleeding heart, tentatively peeking up through the earth after the daffodils, crocuses, and forsythia have bloomed. Like a bleeding heart, I wait until all the other plants nod their flower heads in agreement to say, Yes, the time is right.

I’m accepting that I have to take it slowly. When it’s warm enough, I first open some windows inside, and the fresh air filling the room is all I need. My next step is to walk around the yard and my gardens, assessing what has to be done and what I should tackle first. Then I retreat to the house and flip through garden catalogues, wistfully planning this year’s perennial additions, and plotting a new defense against my nemesis the deer.

Then, with a little push from my inner Martha Stewart, out I go. Once I get started, I can’t understand my own hesitance. There are days that I won’t want to quit. This summer, I’ll write about how I’m so obsessed with gardening that the fridge is bare, laundry is a mountain, and a layer of dust as thick and fuzzy as lamb’s ear covers my living room.

The best explanation I have for what I’ll dub my “spring exposure syndrome” is that I’m an introvert. My personality is well suited to winter. I’m OK cocooning inside. I actually like it. In fact, I love having nowhere to go and no reason to leave the house for several days. If you’re an extrovert, this probably sounds like hell. But if you’re a fellow introvert, you get it.

So every year when spring arrives, I crack out of my protective habitat that has kept me well-nested all winter. I emerge a little shriveled and pale. I need some time to absorb the sun and flutter my wings before I can launch.

Maybe by the time you read this, I’ll be up to my elbows in mulch and compost, happily talking to my irises and allium, welcoming us all to a new year.

[A footnote: I had been providing a link to my original posts on www.thewellnestedlife.com (the blog that I am slowly abandoning), when I update them here. I realized that makes no sense. As long as I keep my stories, there’s no need to have them in two places. Going forward, when I update a blog post here, I’ll delete the original.

Gulp–it’s like losing a little piece of me.]

6 thoughts on “Spring cocooning.”

  1. 1) Yes, I get the introverted stay inside and veg all weekend approach. My wonderful wife will look at me (when we’re on weekend #4 in a row with something scheduled for Friday night through Sunday) and ask when we’ll be able to just sit on our porch with books and relax; since she does all the social scheduling in the household, I don’t really have a way to answer her.
    2) I also get about losing pieces of yourself as you delete your old website. That’s why I went with a straight cutover when I revamped Deb’s (www.caitlynsadventure.com — are plugs for competitors okay?) so that I didn’t mope about what I was giving up. Pulling the bandaid off in one motion doesn’t reduce the pain, but at least it’s over!

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  2. How did I miss that Deb was a writer, and an author to boot? I love her story about the thank you from the royal family! What do you mean by a cutover, Jack? I had just paid for three years of web hosting for my old site when I made the decision to create the new site with a new host. It’s possible that I could get a refund, but for now, I figure I’m in no rush.

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  3. Karen I haven’t made time to read in a long while and tonight I just happened to make it happen. Your post made me smile and I realized how much I miss interacting with you. I am glad that I can still connect in this way. Blessings.

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  4. As a fellow introvert, I understand. Spring always makes me feel like me again, because sometimes winter is a very tough struggle for me, and I try to do too much at once when Spring arrives. It’s very much like coming out of hibernation.

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