Just in time,
just as the dark, cold, wet days of January are grinding me down, making me forget what it was like to walk outside on a summer morning and smell the soil waking up. Just in time, the seed catalogs have started to arrive in my mailbox.
Flowers, fruits, vegetables, herbs all jockeying for position on the covers. Beckoning me to indulge myself in flavor and fragrance. Shamelessly tempting me to fill the entire order form.
Hunkered down in my blanket, in front of a cozy fire, with a warm mug of tea, I carefully review over and over again the lurid offerings, trying to figure how much I can cram into my raised beds.
One of each please.
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