I am still sick.
So, to make my ill-self feel better, I have been pouring over this:
One cannot gaze upon the color and texture on these pages and not feel deliriously happy. Have you ever seen such rich, lush color? I want to grow all of the tomatoes. My pepper-eating child will not be here, so no peppers in the garden. I'll get them at the Farmer's Market instead. That will leave room for something else in their place.
Believe it or not, when I am reading through this catalogue, I feel better. My thoughts travel to the out-of-doors to warmer days and plunging my trowel into the earth and placing tiny seeds in shallow troughs. My fingers trail over them, giving them a warm blanket of dirt to keep them protected until the place around them is warm enough to stir them into action. I love seeds.
I grew the Sultan's Golden Crescent beans last summer. They are on the bottom row, center. Wildly productive and very delicious, I am looking forward to having them dress my garden once again.
Potatoes of every shape, size and color entice this girl to get better, if only to begin preparing the garden plot for the arrival of spring.
Ah, yes. Seed catalogues. They warm the cockles of my heart.