The catalogs are arriving in
a flurry each day. The trek from the old farmhouse down to the corner mailbox
is an adventure, bundled against the cold that bites cheeks and nose. Heavy boots, heavier coat, muffler, gloves
and hat cover all against the biting cold and wind. Stirring out of the house on days when the temperature hovers
around zero can be a challenge. But, oh
the rewards of the gardening catalogs!
They come beginning every
January, when thoughts of first winter snow and Christmas sale catalogs are a
faded memory. Daylight is still the lesser part of the day and cold, gnawing
cold down to the bone, keeps you hovering about the wood-stove most of the
time. There's little to get you to stir
out of the house on days like these, but the thought of the seed catalogs
tucked in the grey mailbox at the foot of the hill keep you going. January
turns to February -- nor'easters come and go, snow piles deeper at the door,
but thoughts of spring are never far away.
The catalogs pile up on the
table next to your favorite chair. You browse through them slowly, reading the
caption under each plant photograph. Some are photos of plants you grew in the garden last year, but you can't seem to
remember the plant looking so lush and green.
No matter. This is a new year,
where hope, at times, is all we have.
It'll grow fine and tall and green this summer, with no bugs and
well-mulched and abundant rain. Our
gardens are always perfect in the planning stages.
Then the lists begin. There's the seeds from this company that are
a standard for your garden, a must-have.
Add them to the list. That
company's catalog offers varieties untried in your plot -- select a few for the
list. A large part of the mental gardener is about experimentation. The new catalog offers more exotic plants,
the kind your rational side says don't waste your money on, as it's likely
never to survive the rigors of Maine. (Banana trees anyone?)
Out comes the garden journal
you kept last year. There's the list
you kept for what plants worked well, what ones didn't. There's the plants you decided not to grow
next year, but there they are on your seed order list again. Better scratch those off, rather than be
disappointed again. (But then, you
never know. OK, one packet of seeds
rather than three -- we'll give it one more try.)
And then there's the garden
map. Decisions are made where to rotate the crops and where the new, untried
plants will go. Generals envy you on your cool, calculating manoeuvres in the
battle of the garden to be. This will be the best garden ever, and planning it
is half the struggle, and three-quarters the fun.
Catalogs closed, you sit in
your chair, watching the puffy flakes of snow fall past the windows. There's the garden, buried in snow -- waiting. A new nor'easter is coming today. Doesn't
matter. It's just a matter of time before the orders are placed, and seeds
delivered. Just a little more time before the earth is turned and sprouts
appear. And only a little more time after that before the first of the lettuce
is picked and beans snapped.
Spring is coming. You just have to keep hoping a little longer
-- while thumbing through the seed catalogs for a dose of tonic against the
winter blahs.
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