How depressing. But, just when I thought I was doomed to be a gloomy prisoner stuck inside this icy tomb, a miracle arrived in my mailbox.
but seed catalogs in the mail are so delightful!
I felt like running through the streets exclaiming, “The seed catalogs are here! The seed catalogs are here!”.
Oh joyous day! I love the arrival of seed catalogs. They unabashedly proclaim the coming of Spring with their vivid color and glorious array of flora and fauna. No matter how ugly it is outside I am easily transported to another time and place with a mere flip of the page. I’ll have that and that. Ooh, those look yummy. Gotta have some of these. What the hell, why not try something new? Add that to the list, too. I can see it now, my half acre buzzing with birds and bees enjoying the kaleidescope of brightly colored perennials and playful annuals; vegetables abounding from every square inch of the rows of raised beds; a kitchen garden full of aromatic herbs on either side of the front stoop; a massive pumpkin patch with those for cooking, carving, and gargantuan 1,000 pounder to take the blue ribbon at the fair; rows and rows of the juiciest sweet corn I ever laid eyes on; beanstalks reaching for the sky; tomatoes, oh the tomatoes! I will have a root cellar full of canned homemade sauce; a goat grazing in the only green patch that remains of the lawn and perhaps a small flock of chickens wandering about, gleefully scratching and pecking at the bugs.
I am being way overzealous/ambitious/optimistic I know, but who cares? For now it is just fun to dream.
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