So I was sitting on my couch this week when Mindy asked me to go get the mail. I got up and trudged through the melting snow, and opened the mailbox. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but my joy and eight tiny seed catalogs. I know it probably wasn't what you were thinking..but at this time of the year a person who gardens is mainly stuck dreaming about next year.
And so now I am the one riding the bus and reading my glossy magazine, only mine are filled with possibilities for next year's garden. By the end of the winter, my poor gardening books and magazines have had a major work out. Flipping back and forth between the pages trying to eek out every idea and ounce of genius. What can I find this year that is new and exciting? What have I been trying to find forever? What reminds me of growing up on the farm?
I think that this year, although I will have to throw in some exciting new things, I am going back to the basics. Sometimes there are reasons that we have those "old reliables". You know what I am talking about...that old t-shirt, pants, or underwear that you should have thrown away a very long time ago, but they are comfy and there is something about knowing what you are going to get. There is no guesswork, just memories. Sometimes I get so drawn up in my ideas for what things I can find that some soccer mom down the street won't have, that I lose track of the main results: beauty and produce.
Like I said before, there is no way that I can resist my shiny new red tomato or purple potato, but I am reading my magazines this year looking for something more reliable. I will still brag about the new things that work and try to hide the ones that don't (hopefully there aren't too many of those). I will also relish in picking things that produce, but for now I will just enjoy looking at my pretty pictures.
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