It takes me a while to wake up after winter. This year has been a little different. I seem to have perked up a little earlier than usual although, thinking about it, Easter is later than usual. That might be why I'm feeling a little more with it than I usually do by the end of March.
Most of the excitements in our house happen around autumn (birthdays) and winter (Christmas). I'm often berated for looking forward to the nights drawing in and the fire going on. I love the cosiness of winter and the home-centred-ness of it all.
Spring and summer, on the other-hand, give me a mild sense of panic. There are so many things that need to get going and be done from the garden to the housework to the summer wardrobe. I often feel quite overwhelmed by this time of year.
I never have any suitable shoes to wear having lived in boots since September 1st, every window in the house needs a thorough cleanse, tone and moisturise, the garden threatens to burst into life at any moment and then there's the allotment - a time gobbling monster all on its own. The kids seem to need something new of everything and there's nothing worth watching on telly because the BBC thinks we're all growing our own and enjoying cider out on the patio.
I like spring but, if I'm honest, I'm over all the sun and warmth by the time the the bluebells have arrived and gone. For me summer just creates tricky sartorial and heat-related issues. I'm always hot, full of hayfever and wondering whether to undergo pedicure boot-camp. I'm a shade lover, not a sun worshipper, not least because as soon as I expose my lily-white, woollyback skin to that orange globe in the sky, I develop what the Worker lovingly (?) calls my doley tan or, rather stripes. I get brown arms, slightly milky legs, deeply bronzed chest and a slightly pinker face. I look like a battenburg cake that's been left in the cake tin to go a little flaky. Summer sun is not my friend.
Yes, I know, there's sunblock and I'm a big fan but no matter where I put it or how much I put on, there's always a stripe developing somewhere. Stripes do not help on the sartorial level either. Little strappy top? Inadvisable pour moi at the best of times, any time from Whitsun half term and it looks as if I'm wearing two. Not a good look.
So, this week I am looking for a panama hat, palazoo pants and a kaftan. The new season of fitflops is also available, I see. Roll on summer!