Sunday, January 29, 2012


Oh, I miss this place... growing wild and green, smelling of fresh earth and overrun with little people.

It's inevitable, by the time February rolls around, I find myself dreaming of the garden. Even the most mundane of summer tasks... like pulling weeds would be a welcome respite from this frozen tundra.

I'm certain that this fantasy isn't mine alone, because each day the mailman brings me a new bundle of seed catalogs. Those catalogs make me very happy, and In the evening I sit,  with catalog in hand, dreaming of green things.

Even Gavin took a rare break from his playing to sit and thumb through the Gurney's catalog... marking pages and making suggestions.

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