A few
days ago I wrote of the promise of spring, and I am particularly thinking of
this today. Inevitably and thankfully in the midst of the winter season, when
we start to lose hope of ever seeing the grass again or the strident calls of
the emergent insects or the return of songbirds to the dooryard, the seed
catalogs arrive in the mail.
They
have nearly the same effect upon us as do any exotic travel brochures. We
browse from page to page looking at the beautiful images of fruits and
vegetables in full ripeness or of wildflowers mundane to unique. Yes, there are
familiars, like places we have frequented. And there are rarities within that
we might like to try and plant, as an adventure to attempt when the season
arrives.
Seldom
do we purchase seeds from these catalogs (and it makes me wonder why they keep
us on their list). Still, we enjoy them simply as a diversion through winter, an
anticipation of what is to come, and a remembrance of seasons past.
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