Spring arriving late and all, we’ve had a long stretch of not-so-wonderful weather. Drizzle, rain, and lots of cloud cover. Combine that with tepid temperatures and it can be discouraging after what seemed like the longest winter ever. I’m not complaining; drizzly days are good for lots of things, including pulling weeds and planting seeds.
June arrived in style yesterday with bright sunshine and temperatures in the 70’s. A pleasant breeze blew the fragrance of the last lilacs around town. I worked outside in my garden until almost sundown and then said to myself “it’s a good night to break out a pair of summer pajamas.”
Poor “pyjamas.” They’ve gotten a bad rap lately, with men and women wearing them in public. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t see someone wearing their loose-fitting “jim jams” in the soup aisle at Food City or gamboling around the gas pumps at the Extra-Mart. It’s a shame, really, that folks don’t keep their PJ’s at home.
Growing up, we observed the pajama protocols, with flannel in the winter and cotton in the summer. “I’m getting in my pajamas” marked the transition from day to night. I’ll admit, when I get really busy on a project, I’ve been known to fall asleep on the couch in my clothes. It’s not a bad thing and I suppose if I were commandeering a covered wagon across the prairie, I might have so reclined for my Forty Winks.
But I’m not the going west in a Conestoga wagon, so I pulled my pink check imitation seersucker capri-style pajamas out of the drawer. They seemed like a great luxury after a day in the sun and dirt.
Do gnomes wear pajamas?