It is flannel sheet time!! I am so excited. I came in last night and crawled into bed, which is difficult with a 17 lb beagle who hogs the covers, and discovered the warm fuzziness of flannel.
Some folks look to snow for the sure sign of winter, I look to flannel sheets.
They are indeed a rite of this time of the year. I am not so crazy about cottton sheets unless it is about 900 degrees. I am cold natured and very often wear sweats in the summer. Cotton sheets were great when I was a kid and would kick them up in the air and let the “tent” they created fall down around me. Now? They can stay in the closet.
Once I settled in and got warm, I was almost immediately transported back to my bed at as a child. I had a single bed with a trundle. Granted the winters in Knoxville weren’t all that cold but they got cold enough. The heat was turned down and my nose was about all that was exposed (more on my reasons why I sleep with the covers over my head later). I can see the snow in my mind’s eye. And hear the quiet of it all. The mattress itself had long formed to my body. I realized that several years ago as I stayed the night. I knew where my arms went and where my leg had laid for oh about 10 years.
I also thought about summers at camp. Yes, we had flannel sheets (well I did!). It could get cold in the mountains of Western North Carolina in June. I can almost hear the frogs at the lake and the crickets wherever they live. And feel the dew in the early mornings as the wake up bell rang. I just wanted to sleep a little longer. But only because the heat of the day would bring laughter and lightening bugs.
This morning I did sleep a little longer. Snuggled in for a long winter’s nap.
Too bad tomorrow is church day. It is supposed to be 14 tonight.
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